<?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-6645264882581294375</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:40:24.965-05:00</updated><category term='Florida Gopher Tortoise'/><category term='habitat'/><category term='return to wholeness'/><category term='depression'/><category term='vulnerable species'/><category term='photography'/><title type='text'>The Essential Bits</title><subtitle type='html'>news from the front - photography - words - food - poetry - music</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essentialbits.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645264882581294375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essentialbits.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141813785728503633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/S8PGQY45gqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cLHeCIAvvdo/S220/Photo+on+2010-02-18+at+13.34+%233_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645264882581294375.post-36114289508628385</id><published>2008-09-08T10:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:50:53.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple of recipes--*</title><content type='html'>My new job allows me the creativity to put my own recipes out there, so I've been working on some development and wanted to share a couple that I'm particularly proud of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(keep in mind that you might want to scale down a bit or have leftovers for a while...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sunshine Chicken Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10 lbs. grilled chicken breast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.5 lbs. carrot julienne&lt;br /&gt;2 red pepper, 1/4 in. dice&lt;br /&gt;2 yellow pepper, julienne&lt;br /&gt;1 lb. red onion, 1/4 in. dice&lt;br /&gt;1 bunch cilantro, coarse chop&lt;br /&gt;zest and juice of three limes&lt;br /&gt;2 inch chunk of fresh ginger, grated&lt;br /&gt;salt and pepper&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;dressing:&lt;br /&gt;1/3 c. honey&lt;br /&gt;1 can coconut milk&lt;br /&gt;1 cup fresh orange juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think next time I might double the quantity of dressing and let the grilled chicken sit in it to suck up the acid and moisture, then dress the whole salad with the remaining dressing.  If I did this, I would hold off on the cilantro and add that before dressing and serving.  Also, sliced almonds would probably be nice in this.  If you try it, let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Orange-Rosemary Nutted Pilaf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;(I don't have great measurements for this one, I just threw it together...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wild rice blend (I used Lundmans)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quinoa (about 3/4 of the cooked quantity of the rice blend)&lt;br /&gt;asparagus&lt;br /&gt;fennel&lt;br /&gt;red onion julienne&lt;br /&gt;portabello mushrooms, sliced&lt;br /&gt;dried cranberries&lt;br /&gt;toasted, sliced almonds&lt;br /&gt;toasted, chopped pistachios&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;orange juice&lt;br /&gt;orange zest&lt;br /&gt;fresh rosemary, chopped&lt;br /&gt;olive oil&lt;br /&gt;honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roasted the asparagus, fennel, onion, and mushrooms and added to the cooked rice and quinoa (*note: rinse your rice before cooking it to avoid starchy mess)...added cranberries and nuts, dressed with the orange juice-rosemary-oil-honey dressing.  I think it was about 1 cup oil, 1/4 cup honey, 3 oranges zested, 3 tablespoons finely chopped rosemary.  Play around with it; it's a very forgiving recipe and the proportions should be more to taste than anything else.  Salt and pepper, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I'll edit the post if I can figure out the exact proportions on these, but in the meantime, I hope you enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645264882581294375-36114289508628385?l=essentialbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essentialbits.blogspot.com/feeds/36114289508628385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645264882581294375&amp;postID=36114289508628385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645264882581294375/posts/default/36114289508628385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645264882581294375/posts/default/36114289508628385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essentialbits.blogspot.com/2008/09/couple-of-recipes.html' title='A couple of recipes--*'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141813785728503633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/S8PGQY45gqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cLHeCIAvvdo/S220/Photo+on+2010-02-18+at+13.34+%233_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645264882581294375.post-5346591812904965094</id><published>2008-08-12T22:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:18:13.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...songs I'm digging tonight--*</title><content type='html'>So...looking at the lyrics, there COULD be an argument for a theme going on here, but really I just like the sounds--some great melodies and fun arrangements--enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Folds featuring Regina Spektor - &lt;em&gt;You Don't Know Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;excerpt:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have just propped me up on the table like a mannequin&lt;br /&gt;Or a cardboard stand-up and paint me (paint me)&lt;br /&gt;Any face that you wanted me To be seen.&lt;br /&gt;We're Damned by the existential moment where&lt;br /&gt;We saw the couple in the coma and&lt;br /&gt;It was we were the cliché,&lt;br /&gt;But we carried on anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Nathanson - &lt;em&gt;Come On Get Higher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;excerpt:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on, get higher, loosen my lips&lt;br /&gt;Faith and desire and the swing of your hips&lt;br /&gt;Just pull me down hard&lt;br /&gt;And drown me in love&lt;br /&gt;I miss the sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;Loudest thing in my head&lt;br /&gt;And I ache to remember&lt;br /&gt;All the violent, sweet&lt;br /&gt;Perfect words that you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madeleine Peyroux - &lt;em&gt;I'm Alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;excerpt:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the boy for a few kind words&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a novel instead&lt;br /&gt;But I'm all right&lt;br /&gt;I'm all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colbie Caillat - &lt;em&gt;Magic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;excerpt:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got magic inside your finger tips&lt;br /&gt;Its leaking out all over my skin&lt;br /&gt;Everytime that I get close to you&lt;br /&gt;Your making me weak with the way you&lt;br /&gt;Look through those eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave Matthews - &lt;em&gt;Grace is Gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;excerpt:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One drink to remember,&lt;br /&gt;And another to forget.&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever dream to find a love like this again?&lt;br /&gt; One drink to remember, another to forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you've read through, don't think that I'm making some comment on my "love life" or anything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645264882581294375-5346591812904965094?l=essentialbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essentialbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5346591812904965094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645264882581294375&amp;postID=5346591812904965094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645264882581294375/posts/default/5346591812904965094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645264882581294375/posts/default/5346591812904965094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essentialbits.blogspot.com/2008/08/songs-im-digging-tonight.html' title='...songs I&apos;m digging tonight--*'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141813785728503633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/S8PGQY45gqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cLHeCIAvvdo/S220/Photo+on+2010-02-18+at+13.34+%233_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645264882581294375.post-7539323679568277857</id><published>2008-08-11T21:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:41:50.040-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='return to wholeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><title type='text'>And...we're back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SKD3D2nF-uI/AAAAAAAAADc/0_QmLPTtC1I/s1600-h/Spice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233454412575668962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SKD3D2nF-uI/AAAAAAAAADc/0_QmLPTtC1I/s400/Spice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;I think it's been almost two months since I've even been to Blogger...I'd like to say that I was busy doing crazy, exotic, and amazing things or studying language abroad or even taking an experimental vow of silence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;But the truth is, I was just really depressed for a good share of the summer. I foolishly let a couple of interpersonal situations throw me off guard and get the best of me and just...spiraled out. I quit my job on a whim--it was a toxic work environment though, I must say--without having anything lined up, and was unemployed for over a month with no savings and no plan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;As I've mentioned in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thistimethisspace.com/2008/05/25/depression-busters-daily-affirmations/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;this amazing post/discussion thread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt; found on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thistimethisspace.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;This Time This Space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;, it is so everloving difficult to see depression while in the midst of it, and I am particularly talented at hiding it from myself and most others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;A chance encounter turned into a thoughtful friendship. This person and our friendship has and continues to inspire me to explore my personal space rather than simply wallow in it, be unapologetically true to my needs, trust in letting go, and believe in my own abilities of manifestation. Before it sounds like I again am putting too much stock outside of myself, sometimes we all need a catalyst to start our own chain reaction. I'm definitely rolling my own ball--*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SKD13FG8NUI/AAAAAAAAADM/LmeX3AFUPzA/s1600-h/JenJoshuaTree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233453093617415490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SKD13FG8NUI/AAAAAAAAADM/LmeX3AFUPzA/s400/JenJoshuaTree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;So...yes, I'm back. I'm feeling a little bit...exposed...for sharing all of this, but it feels good to be honest and open.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Update: When I re-read this, I am struck by how bizarre a concept that it's taken me two months to return to the mental state in which I started. True, I do feel more sincerely grounded than before things started sliding downhill, but I'm now piecing back together the interests, hobbies, and research subjects that I "used to enjoy". I feel like Gandolf in &lt;em&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/em&gt;: "Gandolf the Grey...that &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; what they used to call me!"  I feel almost as though I am recovering from a coma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;The day I woke up deciding to let go and take life back, I interviewed and was hired for an amazing new job that will be challenging, personally fulfilling, and mentally stimulating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;~thank you~&lt;/span&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/6645264882581294375-7539323679568277857?l=essentialbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essentialbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7539323679568277857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645264882581294375&amp;postID=7539323679568277857' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645264882581294375/posts/default/7539323679568277857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645264882581294375/posts/default/7539323679568277857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essentialbits.blogspot.com/2008/08/andwere-back.html' title='And...we&apos;re back!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141813785728503633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/S8PGQY45gqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cLHeCIAvvdo/S220/Photo+on+2010-02-18+at+13.34+%233_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SKD3D2nF-uI/AAAAAAAAADc/0_QmLPTtC1I/s72-c/Spice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645264882581294375.post-4357454148675462027</id><published>2008-06-27T09:20:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T12:33:31.978-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"We're getting there" - or - I really don't know love at all, but I know I could drink a case of you--*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are a couple of things I keep reminding myself: that &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; has &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; that I won't like, and that each new relationship or friendship requires to succeed the trust that events and feelings that remind us of older, bad experiences in the past are not necessarily a harbinger of doom this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A certain point exists for us where the way we look at love is no longer the same. For some of us, a horrible experience triggers us to look at the other side. For others, it is a beautiful life of light and openness. For still others, a chance meeting and whirlwind weekend romance with no future reminds us of what we deserve to receive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Paolo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SGULTEUAwhI/AAAAAAAAACs/q3jOyuc-J_A/s1600-h/EmmieOutlook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216588165581685266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SGULTEUAwhI/AAAAAAAAACs/q3jOyuc-J_A/s400/EmmieOutlook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There will always be something about every person that I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Simple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is it always the same quality(s) or trait(s) that become(s) an issue? Or are certain things acceptable in some and intolerable in other relationships? When does one situation or issue become a 'dealbreaker' and when does a person or relationship become a throwaway? &lt;em&gt;What is it that makes One person special enough to work through and wait for understanding?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I laugh at myself when I realize that I handle my relationships with humans is diametrically opposite to my relationships with horses. If a mare throws me to the ground, I won't hesitate to keep working with her and work through the issues to create growth, strength as a team, and understanding...it would never occur to me to never again handle a bay Thoroughbred mare under any circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SGURfevUlwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yDhYnDwpd34/s1600-h/LookatLoveDifferently.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216594975903749890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SGURfevUlwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yDhYnDwpd34/s400/LookatLoveDifferently.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I used to be a person who always welcomed love and never saw the shadows. It's only recently that something clicked and I've seen different sides of love, different hues of light, and myself. Because I'm more comfortable with me, I find myself calm where always in the past I would be a hellcat, wasting energy and missing the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a different point of view in mind, the only way we can really &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; anything is when there are no dealbreakers, but only 'things that are part of you'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tKQSlH-LLTQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tKQSlH-LLTQ&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Both Sides Now - &lt;/em&gt;Joni Mitchell (2000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Other days I just laugh all day, because that's what crazy people do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645264882581294375-4357454148675462027?l=essentialbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essentialbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4357454148675462027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645264882581294375&amp;postID=4357454148675462027' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645264882581294375/posts/default/4357454148675462027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645264882581294375/posts/default/4357454148675462027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essentialbits.blogspot.com/2008/06/were-getting-there-or-i-really-dont.html' title='&quot;We&apos;re getting there&quot; - or - I really don&apos;t know love at all, but I know I could drink a case of you--*'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141813785728503633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/S8PGQY45gqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cLHeCIAvvdo/S220/Photo+on+2010-02-18+at+13.34+%233_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SGULTEUAwhI/AAAAAAAAACs/q3jOyuc-J_A/s72-c/EmmieOutlook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645264882581294375.post-3204726298252288458</id><published>2008-06-18T12:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:51:33.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I took the sweet life and never knew I'd be bitter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZrIqsFSjqso&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZrIqsFSjqso&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Never Been to Me - Charlene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645264882581294375-3204726298252288458?l=essentialbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essentialbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3204726298252288458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645264882581294375&amp;postID=3204726298252288458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645264882581294375/posts/default/3204726298252288458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645264882581294375/posts/default/3204726298252288458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essentialbits.blogspot.com/2008/06/never-been-to-me.html' title='I took the sweet life and never knew I&apos;d be bitter...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141813785728503633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/S8PGQY45gqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cLHeCIAvvdo/S220/Photo+on+2010-02-18+at+13.34+%233_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645264882581294375.post-8190306905610405612</id><published>2008-06-15T10:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T10:24:42.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On getting caught in the rain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SFUlk9_JBQI/AAAAAAAAACk/8gX5Q4qFSB8/s1600-h/tulipgloria1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212113460796130562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SFUlk9_JBQI/AAAAAAAAACk/8gX5Q4qFSB8/s400/tulipgloria1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm walking home from the coffee shop and 'surprise'--total downpour. Wearing an unfortunate choice of shirt for the change in weather, I decide the only thing to do is walk confidently down the street, head up, as if it were a gorgeous sunny day. I am not the only person caught in the rain this morning, but my fellow pedestrians are sour-faced and hunched over. People actually look at me like I might be crazy for seeming to enjoy the morning nonetheless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I've been working on this concept in broader areas of my life...working with what I've got, trying not to accumulate dings in the armour, 'come what may'... Sometimes it means humming to myself when I am tempted to quit my job on the spot so I can just leave the chaos, sometimes it means being much more 'real' than usual and exposing more of myself than I'd like, but always it means shoulders back and head held high through it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645264882581294375-8190306905610405612?l=essentialbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essentialbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8190306905610405612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645264882581294375&amp;postID=8190306905610405612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645264882581294375/posts/default/8190306905610405612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645264882581294375/posts/default/8190306905610405612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essentialbits.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-getting-caught-in-rain.html' title='On getting caught in the rain...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141813785728503633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/S8PGQY45gqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cLHeCIAvvdo/S220/Photo+on+2010-02-18+at+13.34+%233_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SFUlk9_JBQI/AAAAAAAAACk/8gX5Q4qFSB8/s72-c/tulipgloria1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645264882581294375.post-3526964180409677142</id><published>2008-06-03T09:42:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:29:05.139-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida Gopher Tortoise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='habitat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vulnerable species'/><title type='text'>Florida Gopher Tortoise, our vulnerable friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SEVMfreDXjI/AAAAAAAAACE/p9JjDErmdxM/s1600-h/GopherTurtleII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207652651252276786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SEVMfreDXjI/AAAAAAAAACE/p9JjDErmdxM/s400/GopherTurtleII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Florida Gopher Tortoise, &lt;em&gt;Gopherus polyphemus, &lt;/em&gt;is listed as 'vulnerable' by the Threatened and Endangered Species System. Recently, on an extended trip to Southwest Florida, I became acquainted with these stoic, marvelous animals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Often you will see the adult members of the species out for a stroll on a sun-baked country road, and untold numbers of times I stopped my car on my way to my friend's horse farm to redirect a tortoise to a safer side of the road. This particular shelled friend had an affinity for one of the grooming stations at my friend's horse farm. On more than one occasion I would be working at the station when he would come over to say 'Hi!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SEVNj_tHEoI/AAAAAAAAACM/57Z-1Hrflns/s1600-h/GopherTurtleFoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207653824915247746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SEVNj_tHEoI/AAAAAAAAACM/57Z-1Hrflns/s400/GopherTurtleFoot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(That's him waving hello...subtle, isn't it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though a herbivorous species, the extreme irritation displayed by the Florida Gopher Tortoise when you try to pick them up and move them to safety can be intimidating. They hiss loudly and blow frothy bubbles. Unless it is of paramount importance to move a tortoise, it's probably best to let them leave on their own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SEVO6o6HTuI/AAAAAAAAACU/BFPHM4Iz0MY/s1600-h/GopherTurtleLeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207655313444392674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SEVO6o6HTuI/AAAAAAAAACU/BFPHM4Iz0MY/s400/GopherTurtleLeg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Several factors contribute to the vulnerable status of these animals -- aside from human predation and carelessness, many animal predators exist: raccoons, armadillos, skunks, snakes, dogs (though we should probably class dogs as human carelessness), and fire ants. Human incidences include road mortality and construction site bulldozing in habitat areas. It is illegal to move a gopher tortoise from its habitat, but faced with burrowing tortoises in a home foundation, many homeowners resort to moving their underground neighbors in the middle of the night to what they deem may be a suitable new home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We look to the future for these and many, many other animals on the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SEVRbcEhrYI/AAAAAAAAACc/eRNyaT1tx5Q/s1600-h/GopherTurtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207658075957341570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SEVRbcEhrYI/AAAAAAAAACc/eRNyaT1tx5Q/s400/GopherTurtle.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have kept the text here simple in hopes that interested readers will look into the plight of the Florida Gopher Tortoise on their own, so here I am including some resources: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gophertortoisecouncil.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Gopher Tortoise Council&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gophertortoise.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Gopher Tortoise Organization&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;, and an excellent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ashtonbiodiversity.org/pdf/GopherTortoiseMngtInYard.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;article on the management of the Gopher Tortoise habitat on private property&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645264882581294375-3526964180409677142?l=essentialbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essentialbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3526964180409677142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645264882581294375&amp;postID=3526964180409677142' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645264882581294375/posts/default/3526964180409677142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645264882581294375/posts/default/3526964180409677142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essentialbits.blogspot.com/2008/06/florida-gopher-tortoise-our-vulnerable.html' title='Florida Gopher Tortoise, our vulnerable friend'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141813785728503633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/S8PGQY45gqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cLHeCIAvvdo/S220/Photo+on+2010-02-18+at+13.34+%233_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SEVMfreDXjI/AAAAAAAAACE/p9JjDErmdxM/s72-c/GopherTurtleII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645264882581294375.post-8385608562963316117</id><published>2008-05-25T14:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T12:46:12.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything in its right place--*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SDmvI8kTwnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/j3b1I87jafk/s1600-h/upper-antelope-canyon-02-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204383412635550322" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SDmvI8kTwnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/j3b1I87jafk/s400/upper-antelope-canyon-02-m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Some places inside of us were designed for one person to illuminate. When that happens it becomes impossible to determine or, indeed, even comprehend whether the light exists for the beauty or the beauty exists because of the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;photo credit ~ Bradrick J. Pretzer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bradpretzer.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;www.bradpretzer.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645264882581294375-8385608562963316117?l=essentialbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essentialbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8385608562963316117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645264882581294375&amp;postID=8385608562963316117' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645264882581294375/posts/default/8385608562963316117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645264882581294375/posts/default/8385608562963316117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essentialbits.blogspot.com/2008/05/everything-in-its-right-place.html' title='Everything in its right place--*'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141813785728503633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/S8PGQY45gqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cLHeCIAvvdo/S220/Photo+on+2010-02-18+at+13.34+%233_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SDmvI8kTwnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/j3b1I87jafk/s72-c/upper-antelope-canyon-02-m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645264882581294375.post-5482218634047681252</id><published>2008-05-19T09:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T10:01:48.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's hear it for joy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SDGEZBKcTJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZiHNIhW5eNw/s1600-h/Jen%27s+Photos+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202084609933462674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SDGEZBKcTJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZiHNIhW5eNw/s400/Jen%27s+Photos+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"&gt;The merry pranksters in our lives remind us not to take things too seriously, but rather to pay attention to what is around us and enjoy every bit of it.  This horse, Echo's Aladdin Star, is one of those friends for myself and one of my bestest friends, Michele Morrisette-Galloway of &lt;a href="http://www.debenairefarms.com/"&gt;Debenaire Farms&lt;/a&gt; in Southwest Florida.  Check out her site and some of her other magnificent steeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O the gleesome saunter over fields and hillsides!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The leaves and flowers of the commonest weeds, the moist fresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;stillness of the woods,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The exquisite smell of the earth at daybreak, and all through theforenoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O the horseman's and horsewoman's joys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The saddle, the gallop, the pressure upon the seat, the cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;gurgling by the ears and hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;excerpt from A Song of Joys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Walt Whitman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645264882581294375-5482218634047681252?l=essentialbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essentialbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5482218634047681252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SDGEZBKcTJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZiHNIhW5eNw/s72-c/Jen%27s+Photos+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645264882581294375.post-1028291671344894420</id><published>2008-05-18T15:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:06:52.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>even if--*</title><content type='html'>My birthday was Friday (thank you, thank you) and I decided that, given my failure to adopt better habits and conform to resolutions since January 1, that my birthday is a better milestone to start the year...&lt;br /&gt;A metaphorical 'fiscal year', if you will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/44TRkB9dxvE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/44TRkB9dxvE&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alanis Morissette - That I Would Be Good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645264882581294375-1028291671344894420?l=essentialbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essentialbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1028291671344894420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645264882581294375&amp;postID=1028291671344894420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645264882581294375/posts/default/1028291671344894420'/><link rel='self' 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this is:&lt;br /&gt;if I look&lt;br /&gt;at the crystal moon, at the red branch&lt;br /&gt;of the slow autumn at my window,&lt;br /&gt;if I touch&lt;br /&gt;near the fire&lt;br /&gt;the impalpable ash&lt;br /&gt;or the wrinkled body of the log,&lt;br /&gt;everything carries me to you,&lt;br /&gt;as if everything that exists,&lt;br /&gt;aromas, light, metals,&lt;br /&gt;were little boats&lt;br /&gt;that sail&lt;br /&gt;toward those isles of yours that wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now,&lt;br /&gt;if little by little you stop loving me&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop loving you little by little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If suddenly&lt;br /&gt;you forget me&lt;br /&gt;do not look for me,&lt;br /&gt;for I shall already have forgotten you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think it long and mad,&lt;br /&gt;the wind of banners&lt;br /&gt;that passes through my life,&lt;br /&gt;and you decide&lt;br /&gt;to leave me at the shore&lt;br /&gt;of the heart where I have roots,&lt;br /&gt;remember&lt;br /&gt;that on that day,&lt;br /&gt;at that hour,&lt;br /&gt;I shall lift my arms&lt;br /&gt;and my roots will set off&lt;br /&gt;to seek another land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;if each day,&lt;br /&gt;each hour,&lt;br /&gt;you feel that you are destined for me&lt;br /&gt;with implacable sweetness,&lt;br /&gt;if each day a flower&lt;br /&gt;climbs up to your lips to seek me,&lt;br /&gt;ah my love, ah my own,&lt;br /&gt;in me all that fire is repeated,&lt;br /&gt;in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;my love feeds on your love, beloved,&lt;br /&gt;and as long as you live it will be in your arms&lt;br /&gt;without leaving mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645264882581294375-5506702400238889325?l=essentialbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/S8PGQY45gqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cLHeCIAvvdo/S220/Photo+on+2010-02-18+at+13.34+%233_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645264882581294375.post-5941460871783203664</id><published>2008-05-06T14:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T14:40:58.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>--she lets the river answer--</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/30egIKHT-pM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/30egIKHT-pM&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonard Cohen - &lt;em&gt;Suzanne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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answer--'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141813785728503633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/S8PGQY45gqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cLHeCIAvvdo/S220/Photo+on+2010-02-18+at+13.34+%233_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645264882581294375.post-828235043754518662</id><published>2008-05-01T12:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:17:23.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lá Bealtaine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SBn6mCHcllI/AAAAAAAAABk/T2WyrGRAK7I/s1600-h/Hibiscus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195459176458655314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SBn6mCHcllI/AAAAAAAAABk/T2WyrGRAK7I/s400/Hibiscus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit; for like as herbs and trees bring forth fruit and flourish in May, in likewise every lusty heart that is in any manner a lover, springeth and flourisheth in lusty deeds. For it giveth unto all lovers courage, that lusty month of May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Sir Thomas Malory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Le Mort d'Arthur (1485)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645264882581294375-828235043754518662?l=essentialbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essentialbits.blogspot.com/feeds/828235043754518662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645264882581294375&amp;postID=828235043754518662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645264882581294375/posts/default/828235043754518662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645264882581294375/posts/default/828235043754518662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essentialbits.blogspot.com/2008/05/l-bealtaine.html' title='Lá Bealtaine'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141813785728503633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/S8PGQY45gqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cLHeCIAvvdo/S220/Photo+on+2010-02-18+at+13.34+%233_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/SBn6mCHcllI/AAAAAAAAABk/T2WyrGRAK7I/s72-c/Hibiscus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645264882581294375.post-3729265582919622003</id><published>2008-04-27T00:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T12:09:39.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>About this blog--*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Sometimes prolific, occasionally thoughtful and temporarily silent...largely a product of how much else I have going on (like anybody) and how much time and space I need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This is all largely experimental for me--living fully and deliciously out in the wild open pastures of the electric, eclectic wide world. Travel is different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;In many ways, this whole blog is about my opinions, but some issues are more important than my ego and can best be explained by professional experts in their respective fields--in those cases especially, I look forward to discussing and debating thoughts on the articles cited--*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;libelula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Moby -- &lt;em&gt;God Moving Over the Face of the Waters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/he-r9ZspsEU&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/he-r9ZspsEU&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645264882581294375-3729265582919622003?l=essentialbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essentialbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3729265582919622003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645264882581294375&amp;postID=3729265582919622003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645264882581294375/posts/default/3729265582919622003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645264882581294375/posts/default/3729265582919622003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essentialbits.blogspot.com/2008/04/about-this-blog.html' title='About this blog--*'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141813785728503633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/S8PGQY45gqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cLHeCIAvvdo/S220/Photo+on+2010-02-18+at+13.34+%233_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645264882581294375.post-1777346052135290730</id><published>2008-04-26T11:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T12:13:21.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...mad world...</title><content type='html'>Oil prices closed at/around $118/barrel yesterday...when the economic world at large perceives this as &lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/articlePrint?articleId=USHKG23054720080425"&gt;our fault&lt;/a&gt; (US), it...well, read the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read deeper into this, check out &lt;a href="http://search.us.reuters.com/rsearch/rcomSearch.do?blob=oil%20prices&amp;amp;WTmodLoc=ussrch-top-quote"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; bunch of articles--that is, if you have time. I heard Amy Winehouse head-butted someone and Pam Anderson ate a hot dog on the same day, so Friday was a pretty big news-day to catch up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary Jules - &lt;em&gt;Mad World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1Nq086QB1Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1Nq086QB1Q&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645264882581294375-1777346052135290730?l=essentialbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essentialbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1777346052135290730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645264882581294375&amp;postID=1777346052135290730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645264882581294375/posts/default/1777346052135290730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645264882581294375/posts/default/1777346052135290730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essentialbits.blogspot.com/2008/04/mad-world.html' title='...mad world...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141813785728503633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/S8PGQY45gqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cLHeCIAvvdo/S220/Photo+on+2010-02-18+at+13.34+%233_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645264882581294375.post-644738083859276655</id><published>2008-04-26T10:17:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T10:59:12.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[As once the winged energy of delight]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life isn't always aesthetically beautiful, but the journey always has that potential if we open ourselves to the pure definition of beauty--&lt;em&gt;the quality present in a thing or person that gives intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind&lt;/em&gt;--and live fully in each delicious moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;As once the winged energy of delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;carried you over childhood's dark abysses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;now beyond your own life build the great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;arch of unimagined bridges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Wonders happen if we can succeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;in passing through the harshest danger;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;but only in a bright and purely granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;achievement can we realize the wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;To work &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; Things in the indescribable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;relationship is not too hard for us;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;the pattern grows more intricate and subtle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;and being swept along is not enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Take your practiced powers and stretch them out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;until they span the chasm between two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;contradictions...For the god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;wants to know himself in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ranier&lt;/span&gt; Maria Rilke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645264882581294375-644738083859276655?l=essentialbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essentialbits.blogspot.com/feeds/644738083859276655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645264882581294375&amp;postID=644738083859276655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645264882581294375/posts/default/644738083859276655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645264882581294375/posts/default/644738083859276655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essentialbits.blogspot.com/2008/04/as-once-winged-energy-of-delight.html' title='[As once the winged energy of delight]'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141813785728503633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36zP5ewh_ic/S8PGQY45gqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cLHeCIAvvdo/S220/Photo+on+2010-02-18+at+13.34+%233_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
