<?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-7460563</id><updated>2011-07-24T17:39:27.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Mystery</title><subtitle type='html'>"I don't want to be another mystery, oh no...
So if you want to see the world with me, let's go."
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-3807235475466655514</id><published>2008-11-01T13:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:57:05.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we celebrated one of my favorite holidays--Halloween! We had friends over for a little dinner get together and then went out to Solly's. I was pleased to see that almost everyone dressed up! Here is a picture of my costume which was inspired by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78y8oMgWZ4o/SQyYVk0NGeI/AAAAAAAACFQ/N_o83NjYK9s/s1600-h/DSC08845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78y8oMgWZ4o/SQyYVk0NGeI/AAAAAAAACFQ/N_o83NjYK9s/s200/DSC08845.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263749560916580834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-3807235475466655514?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/3807235475466655514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=3807235475466655514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/3807235475466655514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/3807235475466655514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween!'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78y8oMgWZ4o/SQyYVk0NGeI/AAAAAAAACFQ/N_o83NjYK9s/s72-c/DSC08845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-600891329012487164</id><published>2007-12-11T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T22:37:49.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monthly Update: Holiday Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In December so far I have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen one movie in the theatre&lt;br /&gt;Eaten about a dozen latkes&lt;br /&gt;Attended two Hanukkah parties&lt;br /&gt;Missed two Hanukkah parties&lt;br /&gt;Attended a menorah lighting ceremony on the Ellipse&lt;br /&gt;Missed one holiday party&lt;br /&gt;Attended one concert for free (Cake)&lt;br /&gt;Tried to see Hair but failed&lt;br /&gt;Spent at least $50 on cabs&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with one Marine officer&lt;br /&gt;Attended two dance classes&lt;br /&gt;Attended one press conference&lt;br /&gt;Seen the city covered in snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In December I will:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attend at least 4 more holiday parties&lt;br /&gt;See the Nutcracker&lt;br /&gt;Attend one dance class&lt;br /&gt;Go to two happy hours&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate one birthday&lt;br /&gt;Visit two more states&lt;br /&gt;Participate in two white elephant gift exchanges&lt;br /&gt;See one bill pass both houses (fingers crossed)&lt;br /&gt;See my family (the best part!)&lt;br /&gt;See California friends&lt;br /&gt;Eat at In-n-Out&lt;br /&gt;See Russ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-600891329012487164?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/600891329012487164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=600891329012487164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/600891329012487164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/600891329012487164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2007/12/monthly-update-holiday-season.html' title='Monthly Update: Holiday Season'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-8512650276090166460</id><published>2007-08-27T20:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T20:53:15.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update: Mommy and Me</title><content type='html'>Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;My mom arrived in DC! Went to dinner at Coppi's Organic on U street. Then watched a movie and went to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Shopping in Georgetown even though it was hot, hot, hot! Later went to dinner at Hard Rock Cafe. Twice in one week, wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;Definitely an indoors day since it was 100 degrees. Went to the movies to see "Becoming Jane" then went to the National Portrait Gallery. Went to dinner at Rosa Mexicana where we sat by the window and watched the awesome lightning storm. I don't know why I've never eaten there before, it was so tasty. And they make guacamole right at your table! Yum. Watched "Pan's Labyrinth" and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78y8oMgWZ4o/RtNxodH7_YI/AAAAAAAAAYo/xT5l2tFYTZ8/s1600-h/DSC04780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78y8oMgWZ4o/RtNxodH7_YI/AAAAAAAAAYo/xT5l2tFYTZ8/s200/DSC04780.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103547742567529858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shopped a bit at Pentagon City Mall then got ready for our &lt;a href="http://www.dandydinnerboat.com/"&gt;dinner cruise&lt;/a&gt;. The cruise was pretty cool. We sat by the window again and it was a gorgeous night. Got some great views of Haines Point, the monuments, the Kennedy Center, and Georgetown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78y8oMgWZ4o/RtNxItH7_XI/AAAAAAAAAYg/1ANJCiqNOuM/s1600-h/DSC04766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78y8oMgWZ4o/RtNxItH7_XI/AAAAAAAAAYg/1ANJCiqNOuM/s200/DSC04766.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103547197106683250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the worst metro experience ever on our way home (it took two hours) but it was still a great night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;Our last day together. We didn't have much time before the flight so we just went to the Library of Congress. One of the few tourist spots in the District I haven't been to yet. It was a pretty good tour and the Jefferson building is gorgeous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish she could have stayed longer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-8512650276090166460?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/8512650276090166460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=8512650276090166460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/8512650276090166460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/8512650276090166460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2007/08/weekend-update-mommy-and-me.html' title='Weekend Update: Mommy and Me'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78y8oMgWZ4o/RtNxodH7_YI/AAAAAAAAAYo/xT5l2tFYTZ8/s72-c/DSC04780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-2151451814887372538</id><published>2007-08-20T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T20:19:09.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update: Botched Movie Edition</title><content type='html'>Friday:&lt;br /&gt;After work my coworkers and I headed to Emily's to watch MirrorMask, a movie highly recommended by Meredith. Since we can't ever get her to hang out with us, we made a special night of it. By special, I mean we bought wine and ordered pizza. All was going well until the DVD stopped working about half way through. Nothing we could do could revive it, so our night was cut a bit short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;Taldi and I had an "explore DC" day. Went to the Koshland Science Museum, the National Portrait Gallery, and then H&amp;M. :) Went to dinner at Hard Rock Cafe which was hilarious. We were probably the only locals in the joint. We sat at the bar and talked to the bartender for a bit though. She was pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to see "Becoming Jane" with some coworkers and meet Heather's baby Hannah. Well the lunch worked out, but we never made it to the movie. Hannah is a total cutey, and it was great to hang out with Heather again. I can't wait until she comes back from maternity leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-2151451814887372538?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/2151451814887372538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=2151451814887372538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/2151451814887372538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/2151451814887372538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2007/08/weekend-update-botched-movie-edition.html' title='Weekend Update: Botched Movie Edition'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-116528171897033518</id><published>2006-12-04T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T21:40:25.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire</title><content type='html'>After suffering through our first day of below freezing temperature this winter, we finally made a fire. It only took 1 year and 2 days of living in our apartment to discover the fireplace works. Our fire wasn't very big, but it lasted about 2 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-116528171897033518?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/116528171897033518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=116528171897033518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/116528171897033518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/116528171897033518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2006/12/fire.html' title='Fire'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-116482877655690901</id><published>2006-11-23T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T17:33:56.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update: Wedding in New Mexico!</title><content type='html'>Despite the illnesses and ailments, we had a fantastic time in New Mexico! Read the descriptions of each days events below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in New Mexico around midnight. Cheryl (the bride) drove us to our hotel. For the first three days, we shared a hotel room with Brad and Dana (Russ's best friend and his girlfriend), but for the last three days we got some more space and went into adjoining rooms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;Slept in and went to lunch at &lt;a href="http://www.wecksinc.com/"&gt;Weck's&lt;/a&gt; with Jacob. The food was fantastic. Then Dana and I joined the bride, Cheryl, and some of the bride's maids for a manicure and pedicure. It took forever, but it was nice to relax and chat. Then we headed to Cheryl's and got ready for the bachlorette party. The party was super fun. We played games and ate at Cheryl's and then went to a huge club called Graham Central Station. It had 4 bars: a hip hop bar, a country bar, a kareoke bar, and an old school bar. We had a blast dancing and singing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/246/1600/931407/DSC03764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/246/200/94952/DSC03764.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving. The groom's mom was nice enough to invite Russ, Brad, Dana, and me over for Thanksgiving dinner. We had super tasty food and pie, and then I napped on the couch for a bit. We also played a bunch of games on the Nintendo Wii. I rock at tennis, but suck at bowling. We got a sudden urge to see the James Bond movie and headed over to the movie theatre with Matt (the groom). What an awesome movie. After the movie we just headed back to Matt's house and hung out. Bryce and Lauren came over so we caught up with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Dana and I went to the bridal shower while the boys picked up their tuxes. Then Dana and I ditched the wedding rehearsal to drink wine and chat with Bryce at the hotel. We met up with them later at the rehearsal dinner though. We had very yummy food and drinks at Copelands. We spent the rest of the night partying at the hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;The day of the wedding! I woke up with a bad cold, but took lots of drugs and tried to push through it. We got ready and headed to the church early. The ceremony was at 1:00 and was about an hour long. Everything seemed to go well, though it was a Catholic service so I had no idea what was going on. After some pictures, we headed to the reception at a country club. The reception was gorgeous. We ate, drank, and danced the day away. The bartender really added to the fun, he gave us lots of interesting shots. My favorite were the shots he poured in little chocolate shot glasses. Instead of taking the shot, you just put the whole piece of chocolate filled with alcohol in your mouth. Yum. After they kicked us out of the reception around 8:00, we headed to Dan's (one of the groom's men) to celebrate his birthday. I wasn't feeling well so I mainly just hung out on the couch until someone gave us a ride home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/246/1600/427733/DSC03809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/246/200/841396/DSC03809.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;Slept in of course, and then Bryce picked us up and we went to see Happy Feet. What an odd, but funny movie. Then we met up with Cheryl, Matt, and some of their family for dinner. After dinner we hung out the hotel some more with Jacob, Bryce, Laura, and Lauren. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;Dana and Brad took off early for the airport, and Cheryl's mom drove us to the airport around noon for our 2:00 flight. A very successful trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-116482877655690901?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/116482877655690901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=116482877655690901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/116482877655690901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/116482877655690901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2006/11/weekend-update-wedding-in-new-mexico.html' title='Weekend Update: Wedding in New Mexico!'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-116397557518120344</id><published>2006-11-19T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T22:41:08.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update: The Calm Before the Storm</title><content type='html'>Friday night Lisa, Danny, Russ and I finally ate  at La Casona, the Mexican restaurant a half a block from our house. Dirty place, but tasty pupulsas! Then we went next door to Solly's and hung out for a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Russ and I went suit shopping. I was really afraid it was going to take forever, but the Men's Wearhouse was freaken awesome. Russ walked out with two great suits in like an hour. I wish it were that easy for me to find a dress! Luckily I left Russ and met up with Lisa at Union Station where I finally found one! Now that Russ and I have things to wear, we feel a bit better prepared for the storm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we went to Danny and Lisa's for dinner and then to Penang for Paul's birthday party. I think Penang is a much better restaurant than club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Russ and I did like eight loads of laundry to prepare for the trip. Russ might have crab with Danny and Lisa tonight for dinner. That means three dinners in a row with them. It's fun to have friends so close by!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-116397557518120344?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/116397557518120344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=116397557518120344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/116397557518120344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/116397557518120344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2006/11/weekend-update-calm-before-storm.html' title='Weekend Update: The Calm Before the Storm'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-116385801658453563</id><published>2006-11-18T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T08:54:45.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A week of bad news</title><content type='html'>First, we hear the A's are moving to Freemont. I suppose I'm excited for the move and a new stadium, but I really don't like the sound of the "Freemont A's," assuming they keep the "A's" name. I really hope they don't pull another Anaheim and call them the "San Jose A's of Freemont" or the "Silicon Valley A's of Freemont." Overall, the news on the move isn't that bad, its just a bit sad to say bye to the colliseum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, we hear that Ron Washington went for a coaching job in Texas. Huge bummer. He was definitely the crowd favorite for manager. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, we hear that Thomas is going to the Blue Jays. Another huge bummer. Thomas really earned the respect of the A's and the A's fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, we hear that the A's name Geren the new manager. This isn't really that bad of news, just a a bummer that it isn't Washington. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we hear that they A's are interested in getting Bonds to replace Thomas as DH. Bonds? Come on! You are going to replace the fun jovial Thomas with the jerk Bonds? Way to put salt on the wounds of the week. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-116385801658453563?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/116385801658453563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=116385801658453563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/116385801658453563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/116385801658453563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2006/11/week-of-bad-news.html' title='A week of bad news'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-116373776968548544</id><published>2006-11-16T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:29:29.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesssssssome</title><content type='html'>I just saw Dar Williams! She was so amazing. She didn't play Another Mystery one of my favorites (does the name sound familiar?) but she played a lot of other great songs. I'm in such a good mood right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-116373776968548544?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/116373776968548544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=116373776968548544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/116373776968548544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/116373776968548544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2006/11/awesssssssome.html' title='Awesssssssome'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-116339230467438049</id><published>2006-11-12T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:31:45.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update: Shopping and Flaking</title><content type='html'>Friday night we once again missed seeing a movie and headed to the bars instead. We have a problem with flaking out on movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Lisa and I went shopping at Pentagon City for 6 hours. Six hours! That has to be a record for me. Neither of us accomplished our shopping mission, but I think we should be congratulated nonetheless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Eric from the 'no arrived at our apartment. He'll be chilling with us the next few days after finishing work on an Arizona campaign. Yay for hanging out with fun high school friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-116339230467438049?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/116339230467438049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=116339230467438049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/116339230467438049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/116339230467438049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2006/11/weekend-update-shopping-and-flaking.html' title='Weekend Update: Shopping and Flaking'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-116312543918773464</id><published>2006-11-09T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T21:23:59.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A DC first</title><content type='html'>Just heard gunfire from my apartment while I was watching a movie. Two minutes later and here are the sirens--at least there is a quick response. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-116312543918773464?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/116312543918773464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=116312543918773464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/116312543918773464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/116312543918773464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2006/11/dc-first.html' title='A DC first'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-116304177677782748</id><published>2006-11-08T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T22:09:36.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dems Take Congress!</title><content type='html'>I am a very happy person today!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-116304177677782748?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/116304177677782748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=116304177677782748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/116304177677782748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/116304177677782748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2006/11/dems-take-congress.html' title='Dems Take Congress!'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-116062438488284168</id><published>2006-10-11T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T00:28:02.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart Green and Gold</title><content type='html'>I'm an A's fan, a pretty big one. I won't be able to tell you all the stats about the team and the individual players, and I don't know any of the history of the team before 1989 when I was six years old and saw Mark McGwire hit a grand slam in the Oakland Coliseum. But I am a fan nonetheless. Heck, I was even conceived during an A's game. Its in my DNA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my Dad moved to Berkeley two years ago, it really renewed my love for the baseball and the A's. I probably went to half a dozen games with my family, and that was really special. Having lived far from Oakland for the majority of my life, I loved finally getting to sit on the first base line with my dad and drink cold beer in the hot sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am 3,000 miles from Oakland, I think I'm clinging to the A's even more. The Nationals just haven't done it for me, even though I thoroughly enjoyed the ten games I went to. I can't go to A's games anymore, I can't even watch the games on TV, but I'm still a fan. The A's remind me of home, and they remind me of being six years old and watching that ball fly off McGwire's bat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year the A's have made it to the post season, and actually have a chance to get into the World Series. I'm really invested in this season, I really want to see them win. And if the A's screw it up, I'm going to be a very unhappy camper for the next few weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-116062438488284168?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/116062438488284168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=116062438488284168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/116062438488284168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/116062438488284168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-heart-green-and-gold.html' title='I Heart Green and Gold'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-115751059503061763</id><published>2006-09-05T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T22:46:49.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend update: Sloth + Drink = Labor Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>What a fabulous three day weekend. It was the perfect mixture of relaxing and hanging with my peeps. Oh not to mention a ton of movies. Saturday I had a typical Dupont Circle afternoon brunch at Luna Grill with Audrey and Russ. Saturday night I watched Gray's Anatomy with Hillary and Emily (which I have to say wasn't that bad when you watch it in order from episode 1). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was Danny's birthday so we had some people over to celebrate. I must say....DC liquor laws take some getting used to. We didn't really think about the fact that all liquor stores are closed on Sunday so we were stuck with beer and wine. For those of you who aren't familiar with the crazy laws out here--you have to get a separate license for hard alcohol and it is much harder to get so practically no stores sell it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I went shopping with Audrey and that was the end of the weekend! Back to work....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-115751059503061763?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/115751059503061763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=115751059503061763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/115751059503061763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/115751059503061763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2006/09/weekend-update-sloth-drink-labor-day.html' title='Weekend update: Sloth + Drink = Labor Day Weekend'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-114351081055998252</id><published>2006-03-27T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T20:53:30.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update: Cherry Blossoms and Sofa Mayhem</title><content type='html'>Friday night was another fun night with the WMWers. Those people definitely know how to have a good time- even at DC's crappiest bars. We went to the 4th Estate, then to dinner at Cafe Luna with Audrey (our friend from Davis touring GW and AU) and then to the Townhouse Tavern. Probably could have stayed out later, but Audrey was really jet lagged so we headed home about midnight. Fun times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a semi productive day. We joined with Audrey and Andrew for a typical Saturday DC adventure. First we walked around the Kite Festival at the National Mall (which was beautiful) and then headed to the Jefferson Memorial for the cherry blossom festival. The cherries weren't  exactly blooming, but it was still a nice day out. There was an entertainment stage at the Jefferson, and we happened upon these cute little girls who were dancing like complete whores. Talk about cherries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our long day of walking and siteseeing on Saturday, we lazied out for Saturday night activities. Oh well, it happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was quite a productive day. Russ went to church and then we met at the Storehouse where we found a couch we absolutely fell in love with. Too bad it won't fit in our damn door. We have an awesome, spacious, basement apartment...but absolutely nothing will fit through our doors. It is ridiculous. I guess we are going to have to get a futon or go to Ikea so we can buy furniture in boxes and assemble it ourselves indoors. Oy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to a new comer meet and greet thing for Russ's church. I managed to avoid all church talk in the beginning, but eventually I had to give in an admit I was Jewish. I didn't want to look like a total heathen when I tried to explain why I had never actually been to the church yet. I still don't think attending church is for me- but the people there were very nice and I'd be happy to cross paths with them again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our last Sunday event, we met people at the movies to see "V is for Vendetta." It was a pretty decent thriller flick. I wouldn't call it great, but it was still good. And Natalie Portman wasn't that bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall a successful weekend....now if I could just get myself to blog during the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-114351081055998252?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/114351081055998252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=114351081055998252' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/114351081055998252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/114351081055998252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2006/03/weekend-update-cherry-blossoms-and.html' title='Weekend Update: Cherry Blossoms and Sofa Mayhem'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-114282185582755890</id><published>2006-03-19T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T21:30:55.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update: Sports and St. Pat's Day</title><content type='html'>Not one of my most productive weekends, but still not a bad one. I spent St. Patty's Day with Andrew and Paige at the Sign of the Whale. We stole a table and started a revolution, yet it was still a pretty mild night. Exactly what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I had my fantasy baseball draft, and I'm pretty happy with my team. I think I have like 6 A's players and 2 ex-A's players, so I think I should win the award for most team spirit. I also entered several NCAA basketball pools. I'm basically sucking in the men's pools. But none of my final four teams are out yet, so anything can happen. I'm going okay in the women's pool. But there has only been one round so far, so anything can happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Russ and I had a yummy brunch at Duke's City, which had free mimosas. Then we went furniture shopping for a few hours. I think it was productive in that we both have a better idea for what we want and how much it will cost (which of course is more than we had planned). However, we didn't really find anything so the search continues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-114282185582755890?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/114282185582755890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=114282185582755890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/114282185582755890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/114282185582755890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2006/03/weekend-update-sports-and-st-pats-day.html' title='Weekend Update: Sports and St. Pat&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-114031095138712923</id><published>2006-02-18T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T20:08:21.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I usually never do these things....</title><content type='html'>...but my sister did this one so it must be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Available: nope&lt;br /&gt;A - Age: 23&lt;br /&gt;A - Annoyance: being broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - Best Friends: Sarah. I just moved so I feel like I don't have a ton of best friends anymore...but Caroline, Kate, Debbie, Alison, etc will always be close to me&lt;br /&gt;B - Bar: In Davis- Sudwerk, in Fresno- The Pub, In DC-La Tasca so far, although I still have a lot to try!&lt;br /&gt;B - Birthday?: January 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - Crush: Bruce Willis&lt;br /&gt;C - Car: not in DC, and I won't be driving Zip Cars anymore....&lt;br /&gt;C - Cat(s): not since I was a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - Dead Pets Name: Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;D - Dads Name: Jeff&lt;br /&gt;D - Dog: Shelby is in Berkeley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - Easiest Person To Talk To: Russ&lt;br /&gt;E - Eggs: Scrambled&lt;br /&gt;E - Email: karly.kaufman@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite Color: greens&lt;br /&gt;F - Food: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;F - Foreign slang: merd &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - Gummy Bears or Worms: Worms&lt;br /&gt;G - God: I think there is something&lt;br /&gt;G - Good Time: Happy Hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H - Hair Color: RED&lt;br /&gt;H - Height: 5'3"&lt;br /&gt;H - Happy: Hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - Ice Cream: triple carmel chunk, chocolate and pb, gold medal ribbon&lt;br /&gt;I - Instrument: I used to play the flute, dabbled in the guitar, but mostly just listen&lt;br /&gt;I - Idol: I don't know I'm kinda picky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - Jewelery: all sorts of earrings&lt;br /&gt;J - Job: I do now :)&lt;br /&gt;J - Joke: The blue cloud joke is my fave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K - Kids: Heck no&lt;br /&gt;K - Karate: I wish, I was always jealous of my brother for doing that.&lt;br /&gt;K - Kung Fu: I heart the teenage mutant ninja turtles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Longest Car Ride: not sure, probably coming back from Canada but I was asleep&lt;br /&gt;L - Longest Relationship: going on 15 months....&lt;br /&gt;L - Love: dancing, exploring, eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - Milk Flavor: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;M - Mothers Name: Karen&lt;br /&gt;M - Movie Last Watched: I just watched some of the Coneheads on TV, "The World's Fastest Indian" in the theatre which was amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - Number of Siblings: one brother, 4 stepbrothers and a stepsister&lt;br /&gt;N - Northern or Southern: Northern&lt;br /&gt;N - Name: Karly, Kar, K, Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O - One Wish: right now that I had more money, I know it is lame but it is hard to be broke in DC&lt;br /&gt;O - One Phobia: Heights, and car accidents&lt;br /&gt;O - Otter Pop: oh the Fresno summers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - Parents, are they married or divorced: divorced and remarried (not to each other)&lt;br /&gt;P - Part of your appearence you like best: my red hair&lt;br /&gt;P - Part of your personality you like best: have to think about that one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q - Quote: "Live as if you were to die tomorrow, learn as if you were to live forever." -Gandhi &lt;br /&gt;Q - Question for the next person: how long is too long?&lt;br /&gt;Q - Quick or Slow?: quick quick slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R - Reason to smile: I'm here aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;R - Reality TV Show: Currently Project Runway&lt;br /&gt;R - Right or Left: right handed but definitely a lefty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - Song Last Heard: Something by Flogging Molly&lt;br /&gt;S - Season: Spring&lt;br /&gt;S - Sex: Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T - Time you woke up: 10:35, I love Saturdays&lt;br /&gt;T - Time Now: 7:55 pm&lt;br /&gt;T - Time for bed: probably around midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U - Unknown fact about me: &lt;br /&gt;U - Unicorns: they are cool in Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;U - U are: excited to go to Eastern Market tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you hate: mushrooms if they are cooked and olives&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you love: zucchini, tomatoes, potatoes, green peppers&lt;br /&gt;V - View on Politics: This town is crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W- Worst Habits: picking at my nails, I just can't keep my hands still. &lt;br /&gt;W- Where are you going to travel next: no clue, probably go to Virginia tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;W- Watchful: definitely in this city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X - X-Rays: what about them?&lt;br /&gt;X - X-Rated Porn: when the time is right &lt;br /&gt;X - X-tra special someone: Russ and my entire family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y - Year you were born: 1983&lt;br /&gt;Y - Year it is now: 2006&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yellow: mellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zoo Animal: the ones that aren't in cages&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac: Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zoolander: "Who would have thought a gasoline fight could turn flamable?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-114031095138712923?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/114031095138712923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=114031095138712923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/114031095138712923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/114031095138712923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-usually-never-do-these-things.html' title='I usually never do these things....'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-114005790917977446</id><published>2006-02-15T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T21:45:09.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random things people have said to me on the DC streets....</title><content type='html'>"Hey girl you got beautiful hair. Can you spare some change?"&lt;br /&gt;-Homeless guy #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey the free Krispy Kreme donughts at [unintelligible] ends in 3 minutes."&lt;br /&gt;-Random guy #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man white people are cheap.... Hey you, see that black woman over there, she don't even hear me...well whatever, she has a big ass anyway."&lt;br /&gt;-Guy playing saxophone by the metro stop and harrasing people as they walked by and didn't give him money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I looof you gurl, take care baby..."&lt;br /&gt;-Homeless guy #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Valentine's Day you two. Have kids soon, don't wait until you are 40 or 50 okay?"&lt;br /&gt;-Random woman #1 (said to Russ and I the day before Valentine's Day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey lovebirds! Happy Valentine's Day! Can you spare some change?"&lt;br /&gt;-Homeless guy #3 (said to Russ and I on Valentine's Day)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-114005790917977446?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/114005790917977446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=114005790917977446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/114005790917977446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/114005790917977446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2006/02/random-things-people-have-said-to-me.html' title='Random things people have said to me on the DC streets....'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-113803361174874460</id><published>2006-01-23T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T11:26:51.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update: Job and "Dinner in a Bottle"</title><content type='html'>Got a job! So I finished my internship at Rep. Ackerman's office...that internship was short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a lot of haning out and cleaning the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a fun dinner party on Sunday night. The theme was "dinner in a bottle" and you had to bring food with alcohol as an ingredient. Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-113803361174874460?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/113803361174874460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=113803361174874460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/113803361174874460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/113803361174874460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2006/01/weekend-update-job-and-dinner-in.html' title='Weekend Update: Job and &quot;Dinner in a Bottle&quot;'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-113760908791402406</id><published>2006-01-18T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T11:23:18.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/review/2006_01_17.html?&amp;PID=18"&gt;Awesome Article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-113760908791402406?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/113760908791402406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=113760908791402406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/113760908791402406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/113760908791402406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2006/01/awesome-article.html' title=''/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-113451470039540614</id><published>2005-12-13T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T18:37:11.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update: Mara's and Ikea</title><content type='html'>I just got home from my internship and find myself with a little free time so I figured I'd write a bit. Not too much exciting going on other than counting down the hours until I return to CA. Last weekend Russ and I made the ultimate Ikea trip. While it was, in my opinion, a successful trip, we are still missing several key items such as a dining room table and sofa.  So basically our kitchen and bathroom is done, but our apartment looks totally bare because we are missing large furniture items. I think the plan is to wait until after the holidays when our cash supply has been slightly replenished to finish furnishing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we went to a fun party at Mara's where there were popular Christmas drinks such as spiced wine, spiced punch, and spiced appletinis. Yum. Haning out with Mara's clan is usually fun, but add in Nadine and Andrew and the hits just keep on rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was also a fun Mara night, some of us got together and went to Happy Hour at Ella's Pizza. Happy hour at Ella's is pretty awesome.....free pizza (!) and $3 sangria and yuengling. Can't complain there. Then we went to RFD's to get more food and drink. Wooo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the job front......well lets not talk about that because it is depressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-113451470039540614?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/113451470039540614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=113451470039540614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/113451470039540614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/113451470039540614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2005/12/weekend-update-maras-and-ikea.html' title='Weekend Update: Mara&apos;s and Ikea'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-113391803338011055</id><published>2005-12-06T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T20:21:01.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I can make it here, I'll make it anywhere</title><content type='html'>Well, I suppose that isn't really true...I'm know there are more challenging places to live than Washington DC. But since life is pretty crazy right now, I sure feel that way sometimes. Russ and I have officially moved into our apartment near U Street, and are trying to get settled in as best we can with minimal funds. Luckily we have lots of foodstuff donated from the UCDC Program peeps who ditched their food to fly to CA...otherwise we would really be suffering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6815/246/1600/DSC02917.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6815/246/320/DSC02917.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a picture of the front of our basement apartment. I must say it is pretty awesome, and will only get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the next few weeks might not be the most exciting of my time in DC...but I have to spend lots of time on the job hunt and therefore can't get too crazy for a bit. So enjoy my newly revived blog about life in DC to update you on my experiences, thoughts, opinions and whatever else comes to mind. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-113391803338011055?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/113391803338011055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=113391803338011055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/113391803338011055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/113391803338011055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2005/12/if-i-can-make-it-here-ill-make-it.html' title='If I can make it here, I&apos;ll make it anywhere'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-111939553578498130</id><published>2005-06-21T19:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T19:12:15.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer!</title><content type='html'>It's that time again folks, summer time! I just fake-graduated this weekend and now it is time to get the sweat glands going and endure my third Davis summer. Check out my boredom and read my blog, you never know what crazy summer adventures await.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-111939553578498130?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/111939553578498130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=111939553578498130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/111939553578498130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/111939553578498130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2005/06/summer.html' title='Summer!'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-109478533478025184</id><published>2004-09-09T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T23:02:14.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The real &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/packages/html/national/20040909_THOUSAND_GRAPHIC/index_PICTURES.html"&gt;cost&lt;/a&gt; of war. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-109478533478025184?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/109478533478025184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=109478533478025184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109478533478025184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109478533478025184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/09/real-cost-of-war.html' title=''/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-109475713633838665</id><published>2004-09-09T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T15:13:33.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>Maybe Ford should take this as a sign to make their &lt;a href="http://www.enn.com/news/2004-09-09/s_27024.asp"&gt;SUV's&lt;/a&gt; a little more fuel efficient. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-109475713633838665?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/109475713633838665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=109475713633838665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109475713633838665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109475713633838665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/09/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-109468457351997559</id><published>2004-09-08T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T19:02:53.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that my life is back in (semi) order...</title><content type='html'>Wow, I have the internet, and it only took a week. I think I may have broken my previous record of going without the internet for two weeks when I first moved into La Salle 123. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I am back, I am totally out of the blog mindset and have lost all my creative capabilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-109468457351997559?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/109468457351997559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=109468457351997559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109468457351997559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109468457351997559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/09/now-that-my-life-is-back-in-semi-order.html' title='Now that my life is back in (semi) order...'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-109368164618079869</id><published>2004-08-28T04:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T04:27:43.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no place like the domes.</title><content type='html'>How come dancing at the domes is so much more fun then dancing anywhere else? Okay, I take that back. I'm a dancer and I will dance practically anywhere. Practically being the key word there. Don't expect to see me dancing on any bars anytime soon unless you have bought me massive amounts of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- I finished my first painting that I am proud of. I'm glad that my craft center class finally paid off. Time for a new short-term hobby. Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-109368164618079869?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/109368164618079869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=109368164618079869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109368164618079869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109368164618079869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/08/theres-no-place-like-domes.html' title='There&apos;s no place like the domes.'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-109355491553047131</id><published>2004-08-26T17:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T17:15:15.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well That Backfired</title><content type='html'>The Kerry people and moveon.org called out to Bush to denounce the ads by Swift Boat veterans for Truth that questioned Kerry's military record. Instead, Bush denounced all 527s, including MoveOn. Come on, who didn't see that coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-109355491553047131?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/109355491553047131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=109355491553047131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109355491553047131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109355491553047131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/08/well-that-backfired.html' title='Well That Backfired'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-109324595455858481</id><published>2004-08-23T03:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T03:25:54.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update: Yolo County Fair and Humboldt</title><content type='html'>Thursday night I worked at the Yolo County Fair at the YEEP booth. I actually had a lot of fun because I got to spend some time with one of my favorite coworkers who is going to LA next week for a “real” job. We even packed up the booth early to explore the fair. I think I’m getting really good at developing crushes on a guys who are taken and then hiding my true feelings. Well at least I will have something to remember him by, we both milked a cow named Cutie Pie. Now I can cross milking a cow off of my list of things to do in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night my mom came to town and I made a huge sacrifice to make her stay in Davis more comfortable: my bed. As most of you may know, I have a huge emotional attachment to my bed, I don’t give it up to or share it with very many people. For those of you who have managed one of the two- congratulations. Anyway, on Saturday morning we woke up early (by my standards) and started the trek to Humboldt. I must say, 299 is my least favorite highway. Being on a windy road for more than two hours should be illegal. I think next time we will avoid that and take 101 even though it is a longer drive. Once we made it up to HSU we visited my brother’s tiny dorm room and met his roommate who was eating chips and watching Half Baked. (Sober, or not? That is the question.) However, he stood up and shook my hand so that is like 100 points in my book. After a nice shopping tour of Eureka to gather dorm provisions for my bro, we ate dinner at our hotel and watched the Olympics. Random ADD moment: I have to confess; I am rather addicted to the Olympics. I have never been so patriotic in my life. I think I worried Andre the other night with all my Olympic knowledge as we were watching the women’s all around gymnastics finals. I even knew the winner beforehand…no thanks to NPR. Back to Humboldt: Gorgeous area, cool people, good school. Only time will tell how well my brother does in that environment. Let’s hope he stays on the right (or right enough) track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-109324595455858481?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/109324595455858481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=109324595455858481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109324595455858481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109324595455858481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/08/weekend-update-yolo-county-fair-and.html' title='Weekend Update: Yolo County Fair and Humboldt'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-109298959862774214</id><published>2004-08-20T04:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T04:13:18.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Junior High Life Lessons</title><content type='html'>In one of my classes in junior high we did an exercise where we ranked the things most important or valuable to us from a list. From what I remember, the list included family, friends, freedom, religion, money, power, your health, being loved, and being understood. I don’t remember how I ranked the list, but I do remember one of my classmates ranking religion as number one and declaring that if you don’t have religion you are screwed for the rest. Even though I don’t remember my preferences then, I still think about them today. For example, when I am sick, I think that I would value my health about all because it is hard to enjoy like when I am sick and thus I am “screwed for the rest.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One preference that I have constantly thought about is if it is more important to be loved or to be understood. There are definitely kinds of love that are unconditional and it doesn’t matter if whomever loves you understands you or not. I may not understand my family but I still love them. But outside of family, I find it weird that you would love someone without understanding them. I have never been in love, but I have had someone tell me they loved me. This doesn’t make sense to me because I feel like this person doesn’t understand me at all, so how could he say he loves me? I think that I want my future spouse to be someone who understand me and who I understand. So in terms of marriage, it is more important for me to be understood. But, you generally don’t marry someone unless you love them. I mean, my best friend understands me and I’m not marrying her. And anyone who understand me also knows that I need to feel loved and love back. Therefore, it is like a catch-22 and I don’t think I will ever be able to decide what is more important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that I wish to be understood, I sometimes get angry when people do try to figure me out or label me. I feel that there is a lot to me and anyone who labels me is probably only seeing one aspect of the whole picture. Steve said that I am Apollonian: logical, unemotional, rational, and cold. And on some days, he is probably right. But it really bothers me that he says I am cold, because I don’t think I’m cold at all. I’m just a strong women and if I come across as cold, you probably deserve it. Steve, for example, knows exactly how to push my buttons. Of course I’m going to come across as cold to him sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t’ understand how I can want to be understood and then get angry when people try to understand me. I guess it just boils down to not wanting people to misjudge me, or to judge me for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how a class assignment in junior high can still haunt me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-109298959862774214?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/109298959862774214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=109298959862774214' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109298959862774214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109298959862774214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/08/junior-high-life-lessons.html' title='Junior High Life Lessons'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-109264219896880345</id><published>2004-08-16T03:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T16:15:53.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update: Family History, Marriage, and Car Accidents</title><content type='html'>Friday night I began my mission to learn more about my family and our history. I visited my great uncles in San Jose and got about an hour to talk to each of them and record our conversation. Let me tell you, there is going to be some funny stuff on those tapes. The interview with my great uncle Herb included a brief mention of his first "tit grab." The interview of my great uncle Fred occurred over dinner at a Chinese restaurant and includes comments such as "pass the sesame chicken." Surprisingly, the only part the two disagreed about was which of our family members first came to the US from Russia/Poland. (We aren't exactly sure where the village was, considering the borders have changed a lot.) Herb says my great grandfather was the first to come to America. He was smuggled out because he was about to be arrested for his socialist activism. According to Fred, my great great grandfather came first and sent for his son. I'm sure my grandfather will agree with one of them, and then we will have a majority and declare that the truth. I wish that they knew more about my family's life in Russia, but apparently my great grandfather didn't talk about it much, which isn't surprising considering how much Jews were persecuted. Herb just said I should watch &lt;em&gt;Fiddler on the Roof&lt;/em&gt; and I'll get a good idea. I think if I could meet anyone in the world, I would like to meet my great grandparents. They lived through such an amazing time period and suffered brutally from the depression. Still somehow they managed to get all three of their sons through college, thanks in part to a Navy program that paid their tuition during WWII. I'm excited about recording this oral history lesson, although I have no idea what I am going to do with all the info I am trying to gather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday Benet, Caroline, and I attended Anthony and Katie's wedding. This wedding was a momentous occasion for me because Anthony is the first of my friends to get married. The wedding was absolutely gorgeous and I thought Anthony was going to burst when he saw Katie walking down the aisle. I'm not the type of girl who gets sentimental over weddings but I must say seeing one of my friends in a wedding dress did make me want to be a bride. Although now I realize I really just want to be the center of attention and I don't need a wedding to do that. The reception was at the Hyatt in downtown San Jose and was...well, gorgeous. Great food, great dancing, and a great open bar. I was told the president of Stanford was there and I tried to meet his son, but I didn't get around to that. I've heard weddings are great places to meet guys, but I think the only guy I flirted with was the cameraman. (Like I said, open bar… and now I can get a discount on prints.) Overall, I had a blast and look forward to more of my friend's weddings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note… I have never been in a car accident, but today Benet and I came very close to a serious crash. It was a pretty typical situation, the cars in front of us (SUV’s, I might add) suddenly slammed on their breaks and we could not stop in time. We were probably about two feet away from the car in front of us going 50 mph when I yelled “Benet swerve” and she flew onto the shoulder. Luckily, there was a very wide shoulder and she was able to keep control of the car as we flew into the gravel. We probably sat their dumbstruck for a few minutes. I tried my best to affirm Benet and keep her from completely freaking out. After all, she had to pull it together and complete the drive home. I assured her that she did the right thing, which she did, and told not to think about what could have happened, because it didn’t happen and we were ok. The ride home was not easy though. Both of us were, for lack of a better term, pretty freaked out. When we got home we made dinner and drank beer to relax. We tried to focus on the Olympics instead of the recurring image in our minds. When Jen got home, we found out she had been in a car accident today as she was driving home from Santa Barbara. The car behind her wasn’t able to break in time either. She is okay, and I believe the car is too. I am still in shock when I think about this weekend. Yesterday, Caroline’s car broke down over Pacheco pass. Today, Jen got in a car accident and Benet and I nearly got in one. Every day that goes by I get more and more scared to drive. I just know too many people hurt and killed in car accidents. And I’m supposed to be worried about terrorism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-109264219896880345?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/109264219896880345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=109264219896880345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109264219896880345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109264219896880345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/08/weekend-update-family-history-marriage.html' title='Weekend Update: Family History, Marriage, and Car Accidents'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-109211633013337127</id><published>2004-08-10T01:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T01:41:14.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>My name in Hebrew means "I'm cold" and I just got described by two people as being cold. Also, my name means "womanly," which I think also applies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-109211633013337127?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/109211633013337127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=109211633013337127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109211633013337127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109211633013337127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/08/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-109211495684732884</id><published>2004-08-10T01:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T01:15:56.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuddle Parties</title><content type='html'>I'm glad people are reaching out and &lt;a href="http://www.onmilwaukee.com/buzz/articles/cuddleparty.html"&gt;touching&lt;/a&gt; each other. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-109211495684732884?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/109211495684732884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=109211495684732884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109211495684732884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109211495684732884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/08/cuddle-parties.html' title='Cuddle Parties'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-109184269923254141</id><published>2004-08-06T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T03:50:29.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reports from the 'no</title><content type='html'>This is my third post today, a new record. It does make sense though, I am in Fresno. When I am home I am either really bored or extremely overstimulated and generally pissed off. Therefore, I need to write and vent a lot. I just had lunch and coffee with my friend Marshall. He is the artsy/director type and I love hanging out with him because he is different then all of you academia/political types that I generally hang out with. And he is just a cool guy in general. Having a conversation with him and his friends keeps me on my toes. Not to mention they are witty as Hell and always provide good conversation. With one of his friends the conversation jumped from "God hates fags" to "Go back to your side of town." This last comment was directed at some trendy/ditzy types who were making a big scene as they tried to cross the street. Now this comment shocked me in several ways. First, I am from the side of town he was referring to. When I called him out on it, he apologized and said I was cool. Maybe next time I am here I can learn the secret handshake to be part of the tower district scene. Second, as someone who did often visit the tower district from the other side of town, I always wondered if they could tell I din't belong and secretly sneered. It's like that local/visitor battle thing that always happens in cultured places like Santa Cruz. His comment verified my fear that I will never fit in. I'll always be that girl from the other side of town. Curse my suburban upbringing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well I am off to temple and then to get funky at the &lt;a href="http://www.40watthype.com"&gt;40 Watt Hype&lt;/a&gt; show with Sarah. "Get your boogie shoes.... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- What is with me and 26 year olds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-109184269923254141?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/109184269923254141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=109184269923254141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109184269923254141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109184269923254141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/08/reports-from-no.html' title='Reports from the &apos;no'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-109182502408469348</id><published>2004-08-06T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T03:49:15.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Solar Power</title><content type='html'>If &lt;a href="http://www.enn.com/news/2004-08-06/s_26408.asp"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; actually passes, it will be monumental. This solar incentive bill will give lots of rebates to homeowners who install solar panels and aims to get 50% of new homes using solar power by 2013. Solar panel doesn't have very many downplays, so I'm exited that it is becoming easier for homeowners to utilize this amazing technology. However, I think this legislation is missing one key point. What about other buildings? Businesses and industry also have roofs, and usually they are really big and really flat, perfect for solar panel installation. But, like always, we place the burden of environmental concerns on the typical municipal user. Not to say we aren't to blame, because we are, but I would like to see some more promotion in the commercial sector. There are lots of roofs and therefore lots of solar potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am employed because of the public goods charge on your PG&amp;E bill that funds the Yolo Energy Efficiency Project. I'm not glad that electricity users have to contribute to energy efficiency and renewable power. However, it does seem kind of ironic that all of the PG&amp;amp;E rebates are funded by ratepayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that the Governor campaigned on promoting solar energy, he has yet to endorse the bill. Go fig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-109182502408469348?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/109182502408469348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=109182502408469348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109182502408469348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109182502408469348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/08/solar-power.html' title='Solar Power'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-109182387642074156</id><published>2004-08-06T16:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T03:48:51.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a camp...</title><content type='html'>A camp near home...&lt;br /&gt;You may have heard...&lt;br /&gt;Its Camp Shalom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more cheesy camp song lyrics where that came from! Since I am in Fresno, I decided to stop by my old place of employment, a Jewish Day Camp called Camp Shalom. I know, it is quite an original name. My stepmother is now the director and my stepbrothers are counselors. Its definitely a family adventure. Going to camp was quite nostalgic. In morning circle my brother introduced me as one of the old counselors and pointed out that I was wearing a Camp Shalom shirt from last century....1999. Wow I'm so old. It was unusual to see all these kids that I used to play with who are now much taller and don't remember me. One of my campers just got her driver's license.... my brother is turning 19 next week and going to Humboldt State in two weeks. One of my stepbrothers is going to UCSC in a month. Soon I'll be graduating and getting a job and married and having kids and.....oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll part today with some lyrics to one of my favorite camp songs entitled "Wherever you go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wherever you go, there's always someone Jewish.&lt;br /&gt;You're never alone when you say you're a Jew.&lt;br /&gt;So when you're not home and you're somewhere kind of newish,&lt;br /&gt;The odds are don't look far cause there Jewish too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-109182387642074156?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/109182387642074156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=109182387642074156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109182387642074156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109182387642074156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/08/there-is-camp.html' title='There is a camp...'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-109151772202770559</id><published>2004-08-03T03:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T03:48:11.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why doesn't the real president get me this excited?</title><content type='html'>I love West Wing marathons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think now is an appropriate time to share a dream I had the other night. In my dream, I worked with the president. Then something happened and we had to run and hide in the White House tunnels. I remember in my dream that I felt really cool for being with the President when shit was going down, which is kind of an odd feeling to have when you are tromping through secret tunnels. But the really weird part of the dream was the President himself. First, it was George W. Bush, then it was John Kerry, and then it was Martian Sheen. What the Hell do you think that means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have been watching too many West Wing reruns on Bravo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-109151772202770559?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/109151772202770559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=109151772202770559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109151772202770559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109151772202770559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/08/why-doesnt-real-president-get-me-this.html' title='Why doesn&apos;t the real president get me this excited?'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-109143659872703722</id><published>2004-08-02T04:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T04:49:58.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning Hands</title><content type='html'>Tonight I attended a punk show at Café Roma with Alison and Evan. Andre met us there because he thought I said I was going to a funk show, not punk. As it turns out, he hates punk, and was not happy about the $4 cover…not that anyone else was happy about it either…I mean, its Roma…. But, the show actually turned out to be quite entertaining. One band added a lot of really unique sounds and the guitarist kept running around and knocking into things. Then at the end of the set they literally took apart the drum set and handed off the drums to people in the audience. Then the rest of the band mates handed off their instruments. A whole new band was born. It was very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andre and Melody came back to my place and I convinced them to help me make salsa. That was an adventure. The salsa turned out pretty tasty. However, my hands are burning from cutting the jalapeno. Actually it is really painful. I wish they had a hotline or something you could call to find out what to do in situations like these. Okay I am now going on a quest to find something basic to even out the acidic jalapeno. I guess I did learn something from chemistry after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-109143659872703722?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/109143659872703722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=109143659872703722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109143659872703722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109143659872703722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/08/burning-hands.html' title='Burning Hands'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-109139747468513223</id><published>2004-08-01T17:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T23:26:18.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The GRE</title><content type='html'>I bought a GRE study guide book because I need to take the GRE this summer. Attempting to study is going to be challenging. I'm expecting it not to happen to often. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-109139747468513223?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/109139747468513223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=109139747468513223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109139747468513223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109139747468513223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/08/gre.html' title='The GRE'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-109132619917812195</id><published>2004-07-31T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T22:09:59.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Buildings</title><content type='html'>This morning I worked at the Davis Farmer's Market. It's always a pleasure to work in Davis, but today was particularly interesting. First of all, the Davis crowd is just way to smart for us. We are the Yolo Energy Efficiency Project, but today we had to field a complex and random variety of questions, comments, and concerns. One man decided to state proudly that he doesn't wear sunscreen (who makes fun of sunscreen?), one man asked us about gardening and landscaping (uh, we may be green but we don't know much about greenery), one man asked us about how he could get solar panels for his farm (a valid question but something I don't know much about), and to top it off, one women told us about the side effects of her medication (TMI). But by far the best inquiry was about green buildings. One woman approached me and stated that she was in charge of some development somewhere in So Cal. I forgot the details, but she then asked me how to make the buildings green and energy efficient. Well, that is a pretty broad question, but hopefully I steered her in the right direction. I asked her a few basic questions to gauge her knowledge, and surprisingly, she knew very little. I don't understand how she could have this job and no nothing about green design…but that is beside the point. Maybe she was flattering me. Even if she was faking it, I at least got to tell her about some companies that produce environmentally friendly carpet and roofing products. I also informed her about the Savings by Design and LEED Certification programs. Then I felt proud of myself for knowing this kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago we tabled at the Davis Food Coop when they unveiled their new solar panels. There I met the director of roofing for the State of Nevada (a very random position if you ask me) and I started talking to him about the urban heat island effect. He didn’t know very much about it, so I tried to convince him that the costs of using roofing materials that reflect heat rather than absorb it into the building are less than the benefits of energy savings because the building won't be absorbing heat and then need more AC. Not to mention keeping the heat down reduces smog production. I think I’m starting to like this job. Very rarely I get to spew some knowledge at some people. Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-109132619917812195?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/109132619917812195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=109132619917812195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109132619917812195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109132619917812195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/07/green-buildings.html' title='Green Buildings'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-109091322701689569</id><published>2004-07-27T03:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T23:24:09.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet paper and such...</title><content type='html'>Our governor referred to the legislators as "girlie men" for not passing his budget. I could take this opportunity to cry out on behalf of all women and say that a comment like that is pretty offensive. Considering Arnold's record with women, if I were him I wouldn't go around associating "girls" with such negative connotations. However, I'm going to take this opportunity to bring to your attention something else peculiar going on in the State Capitol: one-ply toilet paper. I've heard that in an attempt to save money, the Capitol building has switched to the cheaper one-ply. Is this really the legislators lame attempt to act as if they are making huge sacrifices in this time of budgetary woe? Come on, one-ply? Everyone knows that one-ply doesn't save you money in the long run anyway because you have to use more of it. There has to be better ways to save money. And do guys even use toilet paper? In my opinion, the move to one-ply toilet paper is just another offensive act against women. After all, it is we who use more of it and we who in the end will fall victim to the tragedy of one-ply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-109091322701689569?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/109091322701689569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=109091322701689569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109091322701689569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109091322701689569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/07/toilet-paper-and-such.html' title='Toilet paper and such...'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-109054974731058084</id><published>2004-07-22T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T23:22:32.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend and Cohort</title><content type='html'>Over the last few days I have been heavily influenced by my good friend and cohort, streptococcus pyogenes. Good ole strep is not really the kind of friend who digs intellectually stimulating conversations. He is more like the kind who likes to take you out all night drinking and pick fights with the local biker gangs. As a result, I have spent the last few days glued to either the couch or my bed. And while I usually rather enjoy these places of fine comfort, I have to admit I'm going a little stir crazy.  Because my throat feels like it has shrunk to the size of a safety pin, I can't say I have been able to carry on a conversation recently. Although attempting conversation with the sales people who call incessantly has been fairly amusing.  When I try to muster up all my energy to allow a coherent noise to roll out of my mouth, I usually fail. So the conversation starts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hello"&lt;br /&gt;Salesperson: "Is your mom or dad home?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I could turn this into some real fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I'm the lady of the house here. Don't you be disrespecting me. I'm just sick, that's all. I answered the phone cause I thought it'd be my husband with the good stuff. But as usual he is late. That lying, cheating, son of a..."&lt;br /&gt;Salesperson: "I'll call back at a better time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead I usually just tell the truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesperson: "Is your mom or dad home?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No"&lt;br /&gt;Salesperson: "Do you know when they'll be in?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What do I know? I just work here." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-109054974731058084?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/109054974731058084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=109054974731058084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109054974731058084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/109054974731058084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-friend-and-cohort.html' title='My Friend and Cohort'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-108996221444284540</id><published>2004-07-16T03:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T23:20:20.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil's Arithmetic</title><content type='html'>I have never understood how life can be counted down to numbers. How exactly do you calculate the value of a human? Or wage the risk factor for going to war? Or understand relationship between cancer death rates and exposure to harmful chemicals based on statistical predictions? How do we do that? How do we make it okay to send people to die based on some value that we expect others to believe in? Okay, so obviously I've transitioned here. I still fail to understand the justification for starting a war with Iraq based on the view of spreading democracy. Democracy has to be built from the people by the people. And what kind of democracy are we offering? The kind contracted by halfhearted corporations and dictated by our Western-capitalist-consumer sense of reality. Do people realize that Iraq has more PhD's per capita than the US does? Do people see that of all the ministries in Iraq- the ministry of education, the ministry of communication, etc.- the only one to not be destroyed by "ally" forces was the Ministry of Oil? What kind of precedent does that set? Its okay to demolish educational records....but don't touch that precious natural resource? Please.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm disgusted by people who say peace isn't possible. It just takes time, that's all. It disguted me in Israel, and it disgusts me now. Why do people fall back on terrorism? Obviously they are angry at something. I feel like every question but "why" gets asked. So here I am, asking why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-108996221444284540?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/108996221444284540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=108996221444284540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/108996221444284540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/108996221444284540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/07/devils-arithmetic.html' title='Devil&apos;s Arithmetic'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-108987705284985950</id><published>2004-07-15T03:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T23:19:30.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fam Time</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went to my Aunt Jacqui and Jan's place for some good bbq and fam time. As usual, it is great to be so close to my aunts. I have one is Sacramento and one in Roseville. Not too close and not too far. I always have good times with Jacqui and Jan, not only because they share my political views, but because they are just cool people. Jan's family from North Carolina was there also. Can't say I much identify with those folks, but once I go off roading with them, maybe I'll change my mind. Tonight I got Jan to admit she lives in suburban hell and likes it, and I got everyone to listen to my rant about why bottled water sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been about seven years since my parents got divorced. Most of the experiences that have made me who I am today happened while my parents were separated. But still, sometimes I get weirded out by it all. This weekend my mother moved in with her fiancee. She recently informed me of her new home phone number. So why is that a big deal? Her old phone number... 432-4540... is the phone number I grew up with. I've had it since I was six. I will probably always remember it, it has been ingrained in my memory. And now it is gone. Now I know that this doesn't necessarily have anything to do with the divorce. We could have changed phone numbers for any number of reasons, like if we had moved out of Fresno. But for some reason, I'm totally weirded out that my childhood phone number is gone. I guess it just reminds me of when my parents were together and when we all lived together with that phone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-108987705284985950?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/108987705284985950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=108987705284985950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/108987705284985950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/108987705284985950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/07/fam-time.html' title='Fam Time'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-108970187201826451</id><published>2004-07-13T02:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T23:16:44.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IM philosophy</title><content type='html'>KRedhead99: do we really need to procreate?&lt;br /&gt;dey405: we're all gonna die soon anyway, as in humans&lt;br /&gt;dey405: its true&lt;br /&gt;dey405: we suck&lt;br /&gt;KRedhead99: how so?&lt;br /&gt;dey405: humans? we shred everything up&lt;br /&gt;KRedhead99: yeah i agree&lt;br /&gt;KRedhead99: its like..if we are going to fuck up the earth&lt;br /&gt;KRedhead99: so that we are all going to die&lt;br /&gt;KRedhead99: at least we could make it so ALL humans are living well&lt;br /&gt;dey405: ya&lt;br /&gt;KRedhead99: but instead..just a few of us are living great at the expensive of millions of other&lt;br /&gt;KRedhead99: and that just bothers me&lt;br /&gt;dey405: i know we all suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-108970187201826451?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/108970187201826451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=108970187201826451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/108970187201826451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/108970187201826451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/07/im-philosophy.html' title='IM philosophy'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-108961899893866421</id><published>2004-07-12T03:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T23:34:04.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kandahar</title><content type='html'>Tonight Jen and I went to Haleh's house and watched the movie "Kandahar" about an Afghani woman who lives in Canada but is going back to Afghanistan to find her sister. The movie was short, 85 minutes, but powerful. I don't know how true the movie was, that is, how well it portrayed life in Afghanistan under the Taliban. Some of the scenes depicted were unbelievable, like one of the first scenes where a woman is teaching young girls who are about to enter Afghanistan about how to avoid landmines. She warns the children not pick up a doll on the ground if they see one, for there is a mine under it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I find it hard to imagine a more stupid creation by humans than landmines. Its not like landmines are smart enough to know when to blow up. They kill anything and everything. And its not like they are easy to remove either, who would want that job? Another disturbing scene in the movie shows a bunch of limbless men describing how they lost their limbs to landmines and then fight over prosthetic replacements. And it makes me even more angry to think that the US still uses cluster bombs. They do the same thing. The bomb breaks apart into a bunch of little bombs, many of which do not explode until some kid sees it and picks it up. These were used a lot in Afghanistan and I even heard they are yellow, the same color as the food packets that were dropped over Afghanistan. When I was in Israel we drove through mine fields in the Golan near the border of Syria. There are acres and acres of land that is now completely untouched and hazardous. How's that for environmental preservation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-108961899893866421?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/108961899893866421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=108961899893866421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/108961899893866421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/108961899893866421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/07/kandahar.html' title='Kandahar'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-108959993685604077</id><published>2004-07-11T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T23:15:45.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love them Bears</title><content type='html'>For Jen's 21st we ventured out of the Davis bubble and headed to Chico. After dinner and "the sampler" at the Sierra Nevada Brewery, we headed out to check out the Chico night live. Even thought it was the summer and, like Davis, a lot less active, I must say I was rather impressed with Chico's bar scene. This comes at no surprise of course, but at least now I can say so for myself and not base my view off the stereotypes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first visited Madison Bear Gardens, affectionately referred to as "The Bear." The Bear was a bar my dad liked to frequent when he went to Chico State, and I can see why. Three stories, three bars, and three dollar drink specials. Specialty shots were also $2, and we sure tried a lot of those! Next we went to the crazyhorse, a bar straight out of that John Travolta movie "urban cowboy." The chaps, cowboy hats, and country music I have never heard before wasn't really my style, but it was still a cool bar with lots of personality. Then we went back to the Bear and home. Fun times, even though I was so full from dinner I didn't even get near being drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning Jen, Haleh, and I went to Bidwell park and checked out the swimming holes. Those are awesome places. We went to Bear Hole and then Salmon Hole. What a cool place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting back from Chico I went to dinner in Sac with my aunt, and then we went on an art walk through some galleries downtown. Apparently every 2nd Saturday in Sac they have this art walk where all the galleries are open and they serve drinks and snacks. I must say I really enjoyed it. Strolling through the streets with lots of different people and viewing lots of different styles of art work. I think I would like to do it again next month. And eventually, maybe I will even be able to buy some of the art work I admired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-108959993685604077?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/108959993685604077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=108959993685604077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/108959993685604077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/108959993685604077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/07/love-them-bears.html' title='Love them Bears'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-10891887749290864</id><published>2004-07-07T03:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T23:13:32.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhetorical Questions</title><content type='html'>Are we destined to always want more? Can we ever be really satisfied? Times like these just make me want to hear that stones song, "You can't always get what you want..but if you try sometime you just might find you get what you need." So simple, but it makes so much sense. How can I simultaneously know what I want, and not know who the hell I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-10891887749290864?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/10891887749290864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=10891887749290864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/10891887749290864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/10891887749290864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/07/rhetorical-questions.html' title='Rhetorical Questions'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-108866766509196660</id><published>2004-07-01T03:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T23:12:43.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>They always come in waves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-108866766509196660?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/108866766509196660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=108866766509196660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/108866766509196660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/108866766509196660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/07/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-108857459543769498</id><published>2004-06-30T01:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T23:12:15.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From a field to a park</title><content type='html'>What a day. Started the morning at the dry bed of the Cosumnes River with bees, tics, and mosquitoes, and ended the day in a mobile home park in West Sacramento. This is going to be quite an interesting summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fieldwork this morning wasn't that bad. It only took a couple of hours to collect the soil samples and data. The bugs were atrocious, and since Rich (the grad student I work for) couldn't remember the code for the gate to get to the river, we had to hike in with all our equipment. I think the hike was a little over a mile. It was really fun in the morning with all of our equipment, and even more fun in the afternoon with all the soil samples we had collected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I got home about 2ish and had time to relax and eat before going to my second job at 4:30. Tonight we canvassed in West Sac. We were all a little skeptical of the place at first, but it turned out to be super successful. In total, we qualified 20 people to receive evaporative coolers, and we didn't even finish canvassing the park. Tonight, I really felt like we helped people. And talking with these people, who are extremely low income, really puts a perspective on life. It definitely makes me appreciate what I have. I have lots of stories about all the interesting people we encounter, but for some reason it doesn't feel right to talk about it on the internet. Although the stories are super funny, I don't want to come across like I am making fun of them. That would be wrong, or at least wrong in most cases. Some people do deserve it. So, if you want to here stories... you'll have to ask. By the end of the summer, I should have a nice collection of crazy people tales to share with the masses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-108857459543769498?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/108857459543769498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=108857459543769498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/108857459543769498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/108857459543769498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/06/from-field-to-park.html' title='From a field to a park'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-108849234800479366</id><published>2004-06-29T02:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T23:09:57.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of the Summer</title><content type='html'>I finally did it. I registered for a painting class with the Craft Center today. I am always looking for ways to keep my hands occupied, and I'm glad that I will finally be able to get out some of my artistic side and learn some new painting skills. I wish I had more time to take more of these types of classes. It would be great to learn how to do real things, like sew or knit or make furniture or something. I feel like at school I learn a lot, but I don't actually know how to do anything. I need to learn more real skills, like how to grow food and make things. It is so sad that in an advanced society, most people can't make or create things on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was also my first day working both jobs this summer. Boy am I in for a real treat. I think I might be working a little more than I had planned on this summer, but considering I'm making $10/hour at both jobs, I don't really have much room to complain. And practically anything is better than essays and exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I showed up to my first job at 1:00, and of course, Rich was late. I worked there until like 3:30, took a quick trip home and ran over to the YEEP office. We canvassed tonight at a mobile home park in Woodland. I was a little nervous about the evening, it is weird to do the door to door thing, but we signed up 9 people for free evaporative coolers, which is definitely a big success. At least I'm getting behind a cause I really believe in. It is cool to see all the people excited about getting these coolers that will save them money and keep them cooler. And of course, saving energy and the environment! :) But the best part of the night was definitely hanging out with my coworkers. We managed to do a lot of joking around it made the job a lot more entertaining. YEEP YEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-108849234800479366?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/108849234800479366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=108849234800479366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/108849234800479366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/108849234800479366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/06/start-of-summer.html' title='Start of the Summer'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-108841119415281102</id><published>2004-06-28T04:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T04:26:34.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics as usual</title><content type='html'>I've decided that this summer I need to get my thoughts straight. This whole year I have been bombarded with opinions from the media, movies, books, and people on all the events happening around the world. There has been war and terrorism and we are nearing election time so it is time I figure things out. Of course, this is nearly impossible considering that none of us actually know what is going on, or know the real truth behind it all. But I suppose I can make a meager attempt to find out what I can so that I can at least stand up for myself in political debates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been a crazy one for me. I have traveled to Israel and to England and Ireland as part of my attempt to understand people and understand the issues we face. I even tried running for office myself, an attempt to represent myself and others in the political arena. Or at least..whatever political arena the ASUCDers try to make for themselves. But, I still have no idea what is going on. And I can't exactly base my beliefs off of my emotions and intuitions. That stuff doesn't seem to cut it in our current system. For example, Michael Moore's works are criticized heavily because he bases his arguments off of testimonials and interviews, not off of hard evidence. Or at least, people interpret his arguments as not adequately backed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been very Michael Moore filled. Last night I saw Fahrenheit 9/11 for the first time, and tonight I watched Bowling for Columbine with some friends. Afterwords we discussed the film and recognized its strengths and its shortcomings. As someone who pretty much agrees with Michael Moore, I can understand why people do not take him so seriously. He does not create his films for the hostile audience. That is, he doesn't create an aura of objectivity (if that even exists) and shove a bunch of facts and data at the audience. Instead he creates his own picture and lets the audience decide whether they agree or disagree. I sometimes wish he made his films for the hostile audience. Then it would be more successful in gathering broad support. But I guess that isn't his goal, and at least he is looking at the big picture making the connections that people are normally afraid to make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-108841119415281102?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/108841119415281102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=108841119415281102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/108841119415281102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/108841119415281102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/06/politics-as-usual.html' title='Politics as usual'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460563.post-108841076620748443</id><published>2004-06-28T04:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T04:20:27.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Mystery</title><content type='html'>I could cut you off with a shoulder of stone&lt;br /&gt;Smoke all night and leave the party alone&lt;br /&gt;Screw myself with an inscrutable pout&lt;br /&gt;But I just want you to come figure me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be another mystery, oh no &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see who's looking at me, oh no &lt;br /&gt;I want to be the one to feel the sun, oh, oh &lt;br /&gt;So if you want to see the world with me, let's go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dar Williams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460563-108841076620748443?l=anothermystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/feeds/108841076620748443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460563&amp;postID=108841076620748443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/108841076620748443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460563/posts/default/108841076620748443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothermystery.blogspot.com/2004/06/another-mystery.html' title='Another Mystery'/><author><name>Karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373376605477995597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
