<?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-8189853573305714537</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:59:36.040-05:00</updated><category term='sleep'/><category term='walk'/><category term='neighbourhood'/><category term='Osborne'/><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'>of a misplaced Maritimer.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanatgradschool.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189853573305714537/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanatgradschool.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564120497143115657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u32/Wychgoddess/100_1133.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189853573305714537.post-4496790607909831779</id><published>2009-03-26T14:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T15:15:48.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/ScvbwdrvRwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/hLA4I2EY5M8/s1600-h/pope001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/ScvbwdrvRwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/hLA4I2EY5M8/s200/pope001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317585410689287938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I agree with this cartoon. Pope Benedict XVI should have his mouth taped shut. Yes, abstinence is the the only way to prevent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;sexually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; transmitting the HIV virus. But how likely are people going to remain abstinent? But to tell people that condoms aren't the answer!! Which part of that message are the people of Africa going to listen to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He then does &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5iLJ2gzRRfTYc_YuS7r1yuwnmne-gD972JB4O0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Catholic church wasn't happy with the forcing people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;to give up majority of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;their beliefs, now they want all&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="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; beliefs banished. Forcing what you believe on other people is not &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="white-space: pre;"&gt;right. If you think you are helping people by forcing your religious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;beliefs on them, you are definitely out of your tree. What is right for one person doesn't make it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;right for all. If you want to help people then do it on their terms not yours. Education is the key &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;but in secular terms only. Religious conversion should never play a part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;I am not a religious person but I do miss Pope John Paul. He lived in the world not above it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;He knew what was going on and he brought the Catholic religion into the present. Now, Pope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Benedict has taken it back into the Dark Ages again. It is very sad indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189853573305714537-4496790607909831779?l=susanatgradschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanatgradschool.blogspot.com/feeds/4496790607909831779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189853573305714537&amp;postID=4496790607909831779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189853573305714537/posts/default/4496790607909831779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189853573305714537/posts/default/4496790607909831779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanatgradschool.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-agree-with-this-cartoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564120497143115657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u32/Wychgoddess/100_1133.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/ScvbwdrvRwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/hLA4I2EY5M8/s72-c/pope001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189853573305714537.post-6136691534171362061</id><published>2009-03-16T09:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:07:32.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This book is a must read!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/Sb5ojZg2VNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8CfFnHKOxdM/s1600-h/3ct-paperback-cover-promote-peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/Sb5ojZg2VNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8CfFnHKOxdM/s200/3ct-paperback-cover-promote-peace.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313799567697138898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have just finished reading this book yesterday. It was an amazing read. Everyone should read this book but especially people who believe that all Muslims are terrorists. For me it is amazing that one man could do so much for people with so much respect for their culture and religion. It is an cultural anthropologists dream. Helping people the way the people see they need help, not going in and deciding for them what they need (the typical Western way). I can`t do it justice with a description of what it is about, you just have to read it! I avoided reading it for the longest time because I thought it would be a `look how wonderful I am I helped people in poverty` book. It is far from that. It is a man who is willing to humble himself and learn about the Muslim faith and through many mistakes find out what way to help the people of Northern Pakistan (and eventually Afghanistan as well): To fight ignorance through education, especially girls. If you haven`t already read this book go read it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189853573305714537-6136691534171362061?l=susanatgradschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanatgradschool.blogspot.com/feeds/6136691534171362061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189853573305714537&amp;postID=6136691534171362061&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189853573305714537/posts/default/6136691534171362061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189853573305714537/posts/default/6136691534171362061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanatgradschool.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-book-is-must-read.html' title='This book is a must read!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564120497143115657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u32/Wychgoddess/100_1133.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/Sb5ojZg2VNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8CfFnHKOxdM/s72-c/3ct-paperback-cover-promote-peace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189853573305714537.post-3209528123555174750</id><published>2009-03-14T12:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T12:48:14.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25 things I want to do before I die</title><content type='html'>Not that I am planning on dying anytime soon but here it is:&lt;div&gt;1. drive a race car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. participate in a rally car race&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. travel to Australia, Scotland, England, Ireland, Wales, Greece and Paris (been to the South of         France so I can't say France)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. retire somewhere warm all year long (hell just retire would be nice!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. bungee jump&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. learn to play piano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. own my own home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. learn to pole dance (yes, pole dancing as in strippers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. learn a language other than English&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. write a book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. drive from winnipeg to Vancouver (since I have driven from Charlottetown to Winnipeg and       vice versa many times)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. visit a desert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. climb a mountain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. have a real library where I can display all my books instead of storing them in boxes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. a solo parachute jump (already done a tandem one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. white water rafting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. scuba dive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. learn the trapeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. participate in storm-tracking/chasing (i like lightening)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. travel around Asia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21 fall in love with a decent guy (no more "bad" boys)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. hang glide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. fly a plane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. learn latin dancing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. kayak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189853573305714537-3209528123555174750?l=susanatgradschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanatgradschool.blogspot.com/feeds/3209528123555174750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u32/Wychgoddess/100_1133.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189853573305714537.post-2925491249726847643</id><published>2008-12-17T19:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T19:19:41.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I read 25/100</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;This is a list of the 100 Greatest Novels Of All Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Copy this list into your blog or journal (or Facebook), including these instructions.&lt;br /&gt;2) Bold all the books you've read.&lt;br /&gt;3) Pat yourself on the back for your pretention and perspicacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;1. “The Great Gatsby,” F. Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. “The Catcher in the Rye,” J.D. Salinger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. “The Grapes of Wrath,” John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;4. “To Kill a Mockingbird,” Harper Lee &lt;/span&gt;(this is one of my favourite books EVER)&lt;br /&gt;5. “The Color Purple,” Alice Walker&lt;br /&gt;6. “Ulysses,” James Joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. “Beloved,” Toni Morrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;8. “The Lord of the Flies,” William Golding &lt;/span&gt;(Gr. 10 English; I despise this book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;9. “1984,” George Orwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. “The Sound and the Fury,” William Faulkner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. “Lolita,” Vladmir Nabokov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. “Of Mice and Men,” John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;13. “Charlotte’s Web,” E.B. White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. “A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man,” James Joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. “Catch-22,” Joseph Heller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;16. “Brave New World,” Aldous Huxley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;17. “Animal Farm,” George Orwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. “The Sun Also Rises,” Ernest Hemingway&lt;br /&gt;19. “As I Lay Dying,” William Faulkner&lt;br /&gt;20. “A Farewell to Arms,” Ernest Hemingway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. “Heart of Darkness,” Joseph Conrad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;22. “Winnie-the-Pooh,” A.A. Milne &lt;/span&gt;(only gets better as I get older)&lt;br /&gt;23. “Their Eyes are Watching God,” Zora Neale Hurston&lt;br /&gt;24. “Invisible Man,” Ralph Ellison&lt;br /&gt;25. “Song of Solomon,” Toni Morrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;26. “Gone with the Wind,” Margaret Mitchell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. “Native Son,” Richard Wright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest,” Ken Kesey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. “Slaughterhouse Five,” Kurt Vonnegut&lt;br /&gt;30. “For Whom the Bell Tolls,” Ernest Hemingway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;31. “On the Road,” Jack Kerouac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. “The Old Man and the Sea,” Ernest Hemingway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;33. “The Call of the Wild,” Jack London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. “To the Lighthouse,” Virginia Woolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;35. “Portrait of a Lady,” Henry James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. “Go Tell it on the Mountain,” James Baldwin&lt;br /&gt;37. “The World According to Garp,” John Irving&lt;br /&gt;38. “All the King’s Men,” Robert Penn Warren&lt;br /&gt;39. “A Room with a View,” E.M. Forster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;40. “The Lord of the Rings,” J.R.R. Tolkien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. “Schindler’s List,” Thomas Keneally&lt;br /&gt;42. “The Age of Innocence,” Edith Wharton&lt;br /&gt;43. “The Fountainhead,” Ayn Rand&lt;br /&gt;44. “Finnegans Wake,” James Joyce&lt;br /&gt;45. “The Jungle,” Upton Sinclair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. “Mrs. Dalloway,” Virginia Woolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;47. “The Wonderful Wizard of Oz,” Frank L. Baum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48. “Lady Chatterley’s Lover,” D.H. Lawrence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. “A Clockwork Orange,” Anthony Burgess&lt;br /&gt;50. “The Awakening,” Kate Chopin&lt;br /&gt;51. “My Antonia,” Willa Cather&lt;br /&gt;52. “Howard’s End,” E.M. Forster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;53. “In Cold Blood,” Truman Capote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. “Franny and Zooey,” J.D. Salinger&lt;br /&gt;55. “Satanic Verses,” Salman Rushdie&lt;br /&gt;56. “Jazz,” Toni Morrison&lt;br /&gt;57. “Sophie’s Choice,” William Styron&lt;br /&gt;58. “Absalom, Absalom!” William Faulkner&lt;br /&gt;59. “Passage to India,” E.M. Forster&lt;br /&gt;60. “Ethan Frome,” Edith Wharton&lt;br /&gt;61. “A Good Man is Hard to Find,” Flannery O’Connor&lt;br /&gt;62. “Tender is the Night,” F. Scott Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;63. “Orlando,” Virginia Woolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;64. “Sons and Lovers,” D.H. Lawrence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. “Bonfire of the Vanities,” Thomas Wolfe&lt;br /&gt;66. “Cat’s Cradle,” Kurt Vonnegut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;67. “A Separate Peace,” John Knowles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. “Light in August,” William Faulkner&lt;br /&gt;69. “The Wings of the Dove,” Henry James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;70. “Things Fall Apart,” Chinua Achebe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. “Rebecca,” Daphne du Maurier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;72. “A Hithchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy,” Douglas Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;73. “Naked Lunch,” William S. Burroughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;74. “Brideshead Revisited,” Evelyn Waugh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(thank Liam for that one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;75. “Women in Love,” D.H. Lawrence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. “Look Homeward, Angel,” Thomas Wolfe&lt;br /&gt;77. “In Our Time,” Ernest Hemingway&lt;br /&gt;78. “The Autobiography of Alice B. Tokias,” Gertrude Stein&lt;br /&gt;79. “The Maltese Falcon,” Dashiell Hammett&lt;br /&gt;80. “The Naked and the Dead,” Norman Mailer&lt;br /&gt;81. “The Wide Sargasso Sea,” Jean Rhys&lt;br /&gt;82. “White Noise,” Don DeLillo&lt;br /&gt;83. “O Pioneers!” Willa Cather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;84. “Tropic of Cancer,” Henry Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. “The War of the Worlds,” HG Wells&lt;br /&gt;86. “Lord Jim,” Joseph Conrad&lt;br /&gt;87. “The Bostonians,” James Henry&lt;br /&gt;88. “An American Tragedy,” Theodore Dreiser&lt;br /&gt;89. “Death Comes for the Archbishop,” Willa Cather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;90. “The Wind in the Willows,” Kenneth Grahame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. “This Side of Paradise,” F. Scott Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;92. “Atlas Shrugged,” Ayn Rand&lt;br /&gt;93. “The French Lieutenant’s Woman,” John Fowles&lt;br /&gt;94. “Babbitt,” Sinclair Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;95. “Kim,” Rudyard Kipling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. “The Beautiful and the Damned,” F. Scott Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;97. “Rabbit, Run,” John Updike&lt;br /&gt;98. “Where Angels Fear to Tread,” EM Forster&lt;br /&gt;99. “Main Street,” Sinclair Lewis&lt;br /&gt;100. “Midnight’s Children,” Salman Rushdie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189853573305714537-2925491249726847643?l=susanatgradschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanatgradschool.blogspot.com/feeds/2925491249726847643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189853573305714537&amp;postID=2925491249726847643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189853573305714537/posts/default/2925491249726847643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189853573305714537/posts/default/2925491249726847643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanatgradschool.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-read-25100.html' title='I read 25/100'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564120497143115657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u32/Wychgoddess/100_1133.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189853573305714537.post-2149986819528560947</id><published>2008-10-29T12:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T12:52:38.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mornings are my Nemesis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SQiffUs8HJI/AAAAAAAAADk/r8QjaLg1kww/s1600-h/Not%27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 102px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SQiffUs8HJI/AAAAAAAAADk/r8QjaLg1kww/s200/Not%27.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262631525064383634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't do well in the mornings. I am not a coffee person so I don't do stimulants to wake me up. I am not a friendly, happy person in the morning. I function on a very low level. If you ask me a direct question I will answer it but I will not "chat" or engage in any sort of social bonding type behaviour. I will do things that NEED to be done but I will not be happy or upbeat about it. &lt;div&gt;Apparently I have never been a morning person even as a child, I wasn't very happy to get out of bed to go to school even at 6 years old. I could blame it on my insomnia but the weird thing is I am more cheerful if I have to get up extremely early (say 4-4:30 in the morning) than I am getting up anytime after 6 am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I said earlier I don't do chatting or such things when I get up in the morning. Some people don't seem to get that. Even if I don't answer or give short curt answers. I guess you have to live with me to get that. Let me amend that last statement ...live with me and be an aware person. Most of my exes know this and my family know I am a grump in the morning. The more you force yourself on me (unless it is truly necessary) the more owly I will get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So unless it is something important  (like a death or some such event) or a simple question (like do you know if...) I may not answer you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also do not believe in the statement, GOOD Morning (morning will suffice) or the question How are you this morning? (It is morning how do you think I feel). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is my rant for now...I suck at mornings!! LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189853573305714537-2149986819528560947?l=susanatgradschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanatgradschool.blogspot.com/feeds/2149986819528560947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189853573305714537&amp;postID=2149986819528560947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189853573305714537/posts/default/2149986819528560947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189853573305714537/posts/default/2149986819528560947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanatgradschool.blogspot.com/2008/10/mornings-are-my-nemesis.html' title='Mornings are my Nemesis'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564120497143115657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u32/Wychgoddess/100_1133.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SQiffUs8HJI/AAAAAAAAADk/r8QjaLg1kww/s72-c/Not%27.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189853573305714537.post-1413261586954569819</id><published>2008-10-09T12:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:58:01.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Esteem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SO5FjQv754I/AAAAAAAAADY/P2bAyvVv824/s1600-h/self-esteem-quotes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SO5FjQv754I/AAAAAAAAADY/P2bAyvVv824/s200/self-esteem-quotes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255214287281710978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have learned is not to ever judge your self-worth on what other people think of you. I don't want to ever hear one of my female friends say 'I must be a good person because all these people want to date me'. That is no way to judge your self-worth. The only person who can do that is yourself. If you like/love yourself that is all that matters. If you are being the best person you can be that is all that matters. The problem comes is when we judge ourselves by how many people who want to date us or how many friends we have on Facebook/MySpace or any number of social networking pages.  That doesn't matter. So what if you have 400 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;acquaintances&lt;/span&gt; that doesn't mean squat, what do you think of yourself? What do you think of the type of person you are? If you like/love (I hesitate using love because it sounds like being vain but I am not talking about people "who love themselves" I am talking of true self-love and acceptance of who you are) then who cares about what others think. And if you feel that you don't love yourself then work on changing those things that you don't like. Self-reflection is what is needed here, you really need to understand what makes you tick to actually accept yourself and can say 'I like me".&lt;div&gt;It has taken me many years to come to a place of self-acceptance and self-love. I used to judge my self-worth on how many guys I could sleep with. But the the funny thing is I never kept them in my life because I was engaged in self-damaging behaviour. I was letting other people (guys mainly) dictate how I felt about myself. This led to a 4 year emotionally abusive relationship. I had to hit rock bottom before I could bounce back. I spent a lot of time self reflecting on why do I that and learning to like me again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please do not judge yourself by what other people say it only leads to problems in the end. I you feel you are the best person you can be that is all that counts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189853573305714537-1413261586954569819?l=susanatgradschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanatgradschool.blogspot.com/feeds/1413261586954569819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189853573305714537&amp;postID=1413261586954569819&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189853573305714537/posts/default/1413261586954569819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189853573305714537/posts/default/1413261586954569819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanatgradschool.blogspot.com/2008/10/self-esteem.html' title='Self-Esteem'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564120497143115657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u32/Wychgoddess/100_1133.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SO5FjQv754I/AAAAAAAAADY/P2bAyvVv824/s72-c/self-esteem-quotes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189853573305714537.post-8889059802035961499</id><published>2008-10-06T12:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:38:57.164-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SOpM72MgeHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_c8fZLXujp0/s1600-h/good-nights-sleep_5810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SOpM72MgeHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_c8fZLXujp0/s200/good-nights-sleep_5810.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254096506325071986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is a precious commodity and I don't ever seem to get enough. I have that dreaded thing called insomnia. If a I get 4 straight hours of sleep, I consider that a good night. I swear I have had sleep problems since I was about 6 years old. That is when we moved into a creaky old Victorian house. At this time I became a big fan of ghost stories. Now you can see how a very impressionable 6 year old mind would react living in a big creaky old house (isn't that where all ghost stories take place-- old houses or cemeteries?). This started me on the road to being a light sleeper/big worrier when it came to falling asleep and staying asleep. Nowadays it's not the the scary ghosts keeping me awake it is the usual worries: school, fieldwork and money ( aren't they all related?)&lt;div&gt;I really am envious of people who practically fall asleep when their heads hit the pillow and proceed to stay asleep all night. When my head hits the pillow it is still whirling and even though I have ways of relaxing my mind, it still takes me 25-45 mins. to fall asleep (normally). Apparently the average time to fall asleep is 15 mins. max. I guess I am far from normal. Once asleep, as I said before, 4 hours is the maximum for me to stay asleep, most nights it is 2 1/2 to 3 hours then I doze until morning (waking up often). I avoid caffeine and eating after 7pm but none of this helps. Unfortunately, insomnia my mother and my brother so it is a family 'thing'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am afeared that all my bad sleeping habits and strange work schedules have done some damage after all these years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, to be able to sleep like a baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189853573305714537-8889059802035961499?l=susanatgradschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanatgradschool.blogspot.com/feeds/8889059802035961499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189853573305714537&amp;postID=8889059802035961499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189853573305714537/posts/default/8889059802035961499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189853573305714537/posts/default/8889059802035961499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanatgradschool.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564120497143115657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u32/Wychgoddess/100_1133.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SOpM72MgeHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_c8fZLXujp0/s72-c/good-nights-sleep_5810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189853573305714537.post-4378412946282178105</id><published>2008-09-24T14:28:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:46:25.364-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighbourhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Osborne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><title type='text'>Let's go for a walk</title><content type='html'>I have a new camera for my birthday so I thought I would take you for a walk around my neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's turn left as we head out my buiding. This is the view up the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249672758492582370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqVj1T-0eI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VU-yRT-cRB0/s200/2008_0924walk0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The houses in my neighbourhood are large and older. Trees are plentiful so that means so are the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqWIfHJc2I/AAAAAAAAABY/BSwIONd4VCc/s1600-h/2008_0924walk0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249673388188332898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqWIfHJc2I/AAAAAAAAABY/BSwIONd4VCc/s200/2008_0924walk0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqWIfHJc2I/AAAAAAAAABY/BSwIONd4VCc/s1600-h/2008_0924walk0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqWIfHJc2I/AAAAAAAAABY/BSwIONd4VCc/s1600-h/2008_0924walk0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a house that I like. You can see my finger in the upper left hand corner...I am still getting used to my camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqZwIGTmgI/AAAAAAAAABo/ZxIHaMLb5GQ/s1600-h/2008_0924walk0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249677367740439042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqZwIGTmgI/AAAAAAAAABo/ZxIHaMLb5GQ/s200/2008_0924walk0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqZwIGTmgI/AAAAAAAAABo/ZxIHaMLb5GQ/s1600-h/2008_0924walk0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqZwIGTmgI/AAAAAAAAABo/ZxIHaMLb5GQ/s1600-h/2008_0924walk0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is another house that I like. It is unkept in a natural sort of way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqavGjIE_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/VjhxkzRb5hk/s1600-h/2008_0924walk0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249678449656206322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqavGjIE_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/VjhxkzRb5hk/s200/2008_0924walk0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The leaves are changing. Testing out my macro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqdVbyjUPI/AAAAAAAAACI/wJ_ppHqIKHU/s1600-h/2008_0924walk0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249681307216335090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqdVbyjUPI/AAAAAAAAACI/wJ_ppHqIKHU/s200/2008_0924walk0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The United Church just down the street is blessing pets on my birthday. So tempted to go because I miss animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqguEueeLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sGRhpkr3lnQ/s1600-h/2008_0924walk0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249685029056837810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqguEueeLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sGRhpkr3lnQ/s200/2008_0924walk0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next block all the trees are wrapped with these tapes. I believe they are looking for a certain type of bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqgui8MApI/AAAAAAAAACY/jPpoWzrGG1I/s1600-h/2008_0924walk0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249685037167411858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqgui8MApI/AAAAAAAAACY/jPpoWzrGG1I/s200/2008_0924walk0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pass by this house when I walk to and from my bus stop and most afternoons there is a man sitting in the enclosed veranda listening to music and reading. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqgu7V52XI/AAAAAAAAACg/wkR04ePGmuI/s1600-h/2008_0924walk0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249685043717724530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqgu7V52XI/AAAAAAAAACg/wkR04ePGmuI/s200/2008_0924walk0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The election campaigning is on in my neighbourhood. While the majority in my neighbourhood are displaying Liberal signs, this house seems to be a tad confused on who they are supporting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqgvDnCJxI/AAAAAAAAACo/3ZQkG4jgM-k/s1600-h/2008_0924walk0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249685045937055506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqgvDnCJxI/AAAAAAAAACo/3ZQkG4jgM-k/s200/2008_0924walk0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I discovered this sign at 1:30 am on my walk from the bus after the Sloan concert. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqgvnq-NeI/AAAAAAAAACw/yxjwS7p2Mko/s1600-h/2008_0924walk0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249685055617250786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqgvnq-NeI/AAAAAAAAACw/yxjwS7p2Mko/s200/2008_0924walk0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are condos that are near my bus stop. I love wrought iron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqiqPkSGkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TrHZJtBmnO4/s1600-h/2008_0924walk0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249687162270652994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqiqPkSGkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TrHZJtBmnO4/s200/2008_0924walk0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's head back down the street towards my apartment building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqiqbm1s_I/AAAAAAAAADA/wfPjTdXpJr8/s1600-h/2008_0924walk0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249687165502600178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqiqbm1s_I/AAAAAAAAADA/wfPjTdXpJr8/s200/2008_0924walk0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we see my car. It has been sitting in the same spot since Sept. 7th. I am not moving it until I get my parking spot on Oct. 1st. It is extremely hard to get a parking space near my buiding when you want one. You always end up parking way up the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqiq-nIqSI/AAAAAAAAADI/LUMuWP31tbE/s1600-h/2008_0924walk0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249687174899083554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqiq-nIqSI/AAAAAAAAADI/LUMuWP31tbE/s200/2008_0924walk0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqiq-nIqSI/AAAAAAAAADI/LUMuWP31tbE/s1600-h/2008_0924walk0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqgvDnCJxI/AAAAAAAAACo/3ZQkG4jgM-k/s1600-h/2008_0924walk0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqgvnq-NeI/AAAAAAAAACw/yxjwS7p2Mko/s1600-h/2008_0924walk0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqiq-nIqSI/AAAAAAAAADI/LUMuWP31tbE/s1600-h/2008_0924walk0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8189853573305714537-4378412946282178105?l=susanatgradschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanatgradschool.blogspot.com/feeds/4378412946282178105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189853573305714537&amp;postID=4378412946282178105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189853573305714537/posts/default/4378412946282178105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189853573305714537/posts/default/4378412946282178105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanatgradschool.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-go-for-walk.html' title='Let&apos;s go for a walk'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564120497143115657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u32/Wychgoddess/100_1133.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNqVj1T-0eI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VU-yRT-cRB0/s72-c/2008_0924walk0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189853573305714537.post-4618709651408105255</id><published>2008-09-18T16:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T16:32:22.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book recommendation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNLIWZ4cMrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/GICn9vd6X-k/s1600-h/bookshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247476803070341810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNLIWZ4cMrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/GICn9vd6X-k/s320/bookshot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book has been this most interesting grammar guide I have ever read. It truly has quick and dirty tips and is so easy to understand. I recommend it to anyone, even someone who is good at grammar. Get to know Squiggly, Aardvark, and Grammar Girl-- you will be glad you did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189853573305714537-4618709651408105255?l=susanatgradschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanatgradschool.blogspot.com/feeds/4618709651408105255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189853573305714537&amp;postID=4618709651408105255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189853573305714537/posts/default/4618709651408105255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189853573305714537/posts/default/4618709651408105255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanatgradschool.blogspot.com/2008/09/book-recommendation.html' title='Book recommendation'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564120497143115657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u32/Wychgoddess/100_1133.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oo_4NmPWkDM/SNLIWZ4cMrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/GICn9vd6X-k/s72-c/bookshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189853573305714537.post-4863857440805398523</id><published>2008-09-05T05:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T05:59:31.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought I'd try to use this</title><content type='html'>Here I am not being able to sleep. I have been awake since 1:30 am. I am worried about moving into my new apartment. There is no place to park a large truck on my street. Should be an adventure... I cannot wait until this evening when the "moving in" is done and the unpacking can slowly be done.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is our first MASA (Manitoba Anthropology Student Association) pub gathering so Iwill get to finally see some people. It is also just down the street from my new place.&lt;br /&gt;The drive here was pretty uneventful. The first day we saw a dead moose and a dead deer. A couple days later saw some live deer and yesterday we saw a coyote.  But wee also saw a tanker off the road rolled over and leaking some sort of gaseous substance. As we were coming into Winnipeg we saw another transport truck off the road. So making it here safely was a lucky thing I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I will be posting pics of my new aartment later after I am unpacked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189853573305714537-4863857440805398523?l=susanatgradschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanatgradschool.blogspot.com/feeds/4863857440805398523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189853573305714537&amp;postID=4863857440805398523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189853573305714537/posts/default/4863857440805398523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189853573305714537/posts/default/4863857440805398523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanatgradschool.blogspot.com/2008/09/thought-id-try-to-use-this.html' title='Thought I&apos;d try to use this'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564120497143115657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u32/Wychgoddess/100_1133.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189853573305714537.post-3023276042427584845</id><published>2008-03-27T14:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T14:24:33.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot that I started this</title><content type='html'>Well it's more than a year later and i made it in one piece to grad school. Not sure how or why I'm her but I am. I am close to finishing  my course work and then onto to research and thesis.&lt;br /&gt;I do have a new obsession I want to make art...I have no idea why, I guess I miss my creative side which I used to fulfill in photography. But since I was traumatised I really don't take photos anymore...not for pleasure anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189853573305714537-3023276042427584845?l=susanatgradschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanatgradschool.blogspot.com/feeds/3023276042427584845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189853573305714537&amp;postID=3023276042427584845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189853573305714537/posts/default/3023276042427584845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189853573305714537/posts/default/3023276042427584845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanatgradschool.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-forgot-that-i-started-this.html' title='I forgot that I started this'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564120497143115657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u32/Wychgoddess/100_1133.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189853573305714537.post-877340769391266673</id><published>2007-02-24T14:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T14:06:04.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First blog</title><content type='html'>I thought I would join the crowd and have a real blog. Ok...yes I am procrastinating--again!! This will get better once I have something to wirte about. Now it is just about getting to the finish line and graduating with my honours. Then I will worry about grad school, which I did get into University of Manitoba...so now I really have to graduate. Too much to think about now. Then there is grad photos...oh how I hate having my picture taken!! Anyhoo must go back and work on my honours...yippee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189853573305714537-877340769391266673?l=susanatgradschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanatgradschool.blogspot.com/feeds/877340769391266673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189853573305714537&amp;postID=877340769391266673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189853573305714537/posts/default/877340769391266673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189853573305714537/posts/default/877340769391266673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanatgradschool.blogspot.com/2007/02/first-blog.html' title='First blog'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564120497143115657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u32/Wychgoddess/100_1133.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
