<?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-22785095</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:42:18.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's What I Have to Say</title><subtitle type='html'>In writing are the roots, in writing are the foundations of eloquence; by writing resources are stored up, as it were, in a sacred repository, whence they may be drawn forth for sudden emergencies, or as circumstances require. --Quintilian</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magstraveler80.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22785095/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magstraveler80.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06843129620793591126</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22785095.post-115452490232594248</id><published>2006-08-02T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T06:21:42.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You have got to be kidding...</title><content type='html'>Yes, testing has become a serious issue in education at all levels, but I didn't realize that it had trickled down to the lowest levels until reading this &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/07/26/education/26education.html?_r=1&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; from the NY Times today. Apparently there are kindergarten students who are not getting the chance to engage in play during the day because they are being bombarded by academics and testing instead. Now I know that this is an extreme example of one charter school but it is not as far off as you would think. What happens when students are encouraged to be passive learners? All kinds of things and it really bothers me that this is considered okay by a lot of people. We already know that NCLB is causing more problems than it is solving when it comes to the achievement gap. Students aren't learning why a math problem works the way it works or why it is important to question what you read for example. Instead they are just told to do the problem and fill in the bubbles in a pursuit for the right answer. I've started to notice that in teaching fycomp students seem uncomfortable with the idea of thinking for themselves in the classroom and it's not necessarily something they have control over. If they've never been asked to express an opinion or to question why of course they are going to have difficulty when they get to the college classroom. I don't know....it's a difficult situation but it is one that has to be dealt with sooner rather than later. I mean come on, when your five year old son or daughter comes home and needs help with a homework assignment that you can't help him or her with something's got to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22785095-115452490232594248?l=magstraveler80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magstraveler80.blogspot.com/feeds/115452490232594248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22785095&amp;postID=115452490232594248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22785095/posts/default/115452490232594248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22785095/posts/default/115452490232594248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magstraveler80.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-have-got-to-be-kidding.html' title='You have got to be kidding...'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06843129620793591126</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-22785095.post-115446183907709987</id><published>2006-08-01T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T12:54:33.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to keep up with the posts</title><content type='html'>So I haven't posted anything since Thursday of last week so I figured I had to write something to keep up with my blog. I think that without touching bases with it I will probably lose touch altogether and that would defeat the whole purpose of keeping a blog. Yes there are probably some who feel that only thoughts on specifics are worthy to be blogged....well I think in this case I'm going to say I'm not one of those people. I've thought about things since I last blogged but not actually felt the need to record them. On second thought, maybe I am one of those people. And another thing is that I'm still a little unsure about divulging every part of me online because it is open to everyone and anyone could just stumble across it and read it. Not saying that I'm especially offensive, but there are times when I feel the need to express every emotion and thought in my head. Perhaps this is why blogs can't completely take the place of personal diaries. Maybe that's not the intention though. I kind of like having my private journal even though it is a result of the ancient technology of handwriting, which seems to be more and more ancient every day. Do they still teach kids cursive in elementary school? I know that I had to learn cursive but I can't remember how to write it very quickly or with beautiful penmanship like my mother's for example. Part of me wishes I could, but who would I write? It takes so long to get a letter to someone outside the state and those who I would bother to handwrite letters to are out of state. I wonder if anyone else thinks of these things or if it's my grandmother's insistence on the personable nature of handwritten letters that has led me down this contemplative path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22785095-115446183907709987?l=magstraveler80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magstraveler80.blogspot.com/feeds/115446183907709987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22785095&amp;postID=115446183907709987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22785095/posts/default/115446183907709987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22785095/posts/default/115446183907709987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magstraveler80.blogspot.com/2006/08/trying-to-keep-up-with-posts.html' title='Trying to keep up with the posts'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06843129620793591126</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-22785095.post-115400711111009292</id><published>2006-07-27T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T06:31:51.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Windward Reports: Cubicle War 2006&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/wOTBWlt0-Y0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/wOTBWlt0-Y0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;I had to add this after my comment on cubicles yesterday &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22785095-115400711111009292?l=magstraveler80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magstraveler80.blogspot.com/feeds/115400711111009292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22785095&amp;postID=115400711111009292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22785095/posts/default/115400711111009292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22785095/posts/default/115400711111009292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magstraveler80.blogspot.com/2006/07/windward-reports-cubicle-war-2006-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06843129620793591126</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-22785095.post-115394019294819447</id><published>2006-07-26T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T12:43:45.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Invented Cubicles?</title><content type='html'>Procrastinating at job that is my first where I have had to work in isolation...oh I mean a cubicle...I have stumbled across an online &lt;a href="http://money.cnn.com/2006/03/09/magazines/fortune/cubicle_howiwork_fortune/"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; about the punk who invented these makeshift offices. Thank you Bob Propst for making the office experience one that all cubicle workers look forward to each day. Okay well maybe I'm being a little harsh....because he did have good intentions for improving the work environment when he came up with this brilliant plan. I figure Propst is like a modern day Dr. Frankenstein, a good-hearted man with one less marble and probably had no foresight to realize that his creation would unleash a fury over the unsuspecting townspeople.  I suppose there is hope though...there have been efforts to change the workplace but like the author of the article I don't think they will be able to change the "telecommuting" that is becoming more and more prevalent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the idea of working outside of work which is why I love the flexibility of working in academia.  With the exception of holding office hours, I can basically do my work where I want and feel better doing it at the same time.  Why not have people work where they feel comfortable? Are supervisors worried that nothing will get done unless their employees work under their watchful eyes periodically?  Personally, I get less work done when I feel like someone is breathing down my neck all the time.  Or, I actually find ways to make duties take longer so that I always look like I'm working.  The point is....I'm all for "telecommuting" and working to live, not just living to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22785095-115394019294819447?l=magstraveler80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magstraveler80.blogspot.com/feeds/115394019294819447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22785095&amp;postID=115394019294819447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22785095/posts/default/115394019294819447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22785095/posts/default/115394019294819447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magstraveler80.blogspot.com/2006/07/who-invented-cubicles.html' title='Who Invented Cubicles?'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06843129620793591126</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-22785095.post-115393326844409454</id><published>2006-07-26T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:18:29.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books I Want to Read</title><content type='html'>The Mighty and the Almighty - Madeleine Albright&lt;br /&gt;The K Street Gang - Michael Continetti&lt;br /&gt;America - Jon Stewart (there's actually at teacher's edition too)&lt;br /&gt;Blink&lt;br /&gt;A World of Imponderables - David Feldman&lt;br /&gt;Pink Think - Lynn Peril&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22785095-115393326844409454?l=magstraveler80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magstraveler80.blogspot.com/feeds/115393326844409454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22785095&amp;postID=115393326844409454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22785095/posts/default/115393326844409454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22785095/posts/default/115393326844409454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magstraveler80.blogspot.com/2006/07/books-i-want-to-read.html' title='Books I Want to Read'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06843129620793591126</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-22785095.post-115375410973800718</id><published>2006-07-24T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T08:15:10.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nickelback in concert</title><content type='html'>I'm still speechless from the the concert Saturday and I don't think it's just from screaming so loud, though I didn't expect my voice to still be hoarse today.  I've never been a big concert-goer but holy crap I've never been to a concert like this before and that's probably why.  The pyrotechnics were out of control and I was so into every song that I didn't even notice that the girl standing next to me was tapping me for probably 5 minutes before I moved to let her out of the aisle.  I came away loving Nickelback even more and actually finding a few songs from Three Days Grace pretty cool too.  They sure as hell better go on tour every year because I'm there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22785095-115375410973800718?l=magstraveler80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magstraveler80.blogspot.com/feeds/115375410973800718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22785095&amp;postID=115375410973800718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22785095/posts/default/115375410973800718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22785095/posts/default/115375410973800718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magstraveler80.blogspot.com/2006/07/nickelback-in-concert.html' title='Nickelback in concert'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06843129620793591126</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-22785095.post-115350956888628323</id><published>2006-07-21T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T12:28:04.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitty Jobs</title><content type='html'>Sitting at work today I've had plenty of time to think about work....not actually working but thinking about working. To me there are two main categories of horrid jobs: 1) summer jobs and 2) lifelong jobs. These two categories exist separate from what is labeled as the career category because that is a whole other story in itself. I think everyone has had their share of jobs they disliked and dreaded during the summer months in between semesters of college to pay the bills or just to have something to do. In my case it has been to scrape by paying the bills by doing the summer jobs that no one wants to do in the summer or any other time of the year. This brings me to my first temp job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several summers spent working in restaurants, retail, and a few stints lifeguarding and painting houses I wanted a 9-5 job with no weekends or holidays.  I also didn't want to have to find someone to replace my shift if I wanted time off.  Well, now that I've pursued my first summer office job I've realized that it doesn't matter the location....it's still a rarity to find a non-shitty summer job.  Hmmm.....maybe I should just give in and accept that fact.  I guess it all comes down to the fact that I'm ready to have my career already.  Now that I know what I want to do with my life I don't want to waste my time with jobs to pass the time before I get my final degree.  I guess I have to look on the bright side though.....at least I have about 20 jobs I know I don't want to ever have again....and I know that without those jobs I would never really appreciate what I have decided to do as a career.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22785095-115350956888628323?l=magstraveler80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magstraveler80.blogspot.com/feeds/115350956888628323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22785095&amp;postID=115350956888628323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22785095/posts/default/115350956888628323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22785095/posts/default/115350956888628323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magstraveler80.blogspot.com/2006/07/shitty-jobs.html' title='Shitty Jobs'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06843129620793591126</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-22785095.post-115281720540359084</id><published>2006-07-13T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T12:08:09.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Supernatural......is the truth really out there?</title><content type='html'>I'm not really big into believing in the supernatural because I'm a skeptic. When people tell me stories of seeing strange phenomena I usually just nod my head and smile, but I don't really understand because it's never something that's really happened to me personally. Well, yesterday was my first coherent contact with the beyond. I say "coherent" because I wasn't waking from a dream or in a dreamlike state....it happened clear in the middle of me enjoying my first bidding experience on EBay. Hmmm.....now that I think about it the great shopping experience might have caused a euphoric experience that perhaps clouded my skeptical mind for only a moment. Or, maybe not. In any case, yesterday I had my first real-life experience with a spirit from the beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it was a run-of-the-mill experience of walking in on a ghost channel surfing in your friend's apartment.  How rude!  And by the way I don't think this particular spirit had a very long attention span because the channels were changing almost every 2 seconds.  My friend thinks its a woman but after the channel surfing experience I'm convinced it has to be a man.  I bring this up because the experience has brought up several new ideas about what happens to us when we leave the world of the living and why we may or may not pass to where we are supposed to end up.  Let's just say that I hope I don't end up caught in the middle channel surfing in some college chick's room when all that is on is re-runs of reality t.v.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22785095-115281720540359084?l=magstraveler80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magstraveler80.blogspot.com/feeds/115281720540359084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22785095&amp;postID=115281720540359084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22785095/posts/default/115281720540359084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22785095/posts/default/115281720540359084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magstraveler80.blogspot.com/2006/07/supernaturalis-truth-really-out-there.html' title='The Supernatural......is the truth really out there?'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06843129620793591126</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-22785095.post-115263722388332264</id><published>2006-07-11T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T07:42:05.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family reunions....where else can you get down-home cookin', a side of guilt, and your annual dose of juicy gossip?</title><content type='html'>Well it's not labeled as a family reunion, but it might as well be. Growing up, 4th of July was always spent in Cincinnati, OH with my mom's side of the family. Yup, every year since I can remember was spent down in the armpit of the great Midwest lounging in the sweltering heat with mint juleps nowhere to be found. Unfortunately, I've grown out of the Slip-and-Slide so any hope for cooling off has vanished. Aside from the heat though, I've tried my best to make it down there every year because regardless of how or when it happens, there is bound to be some drama that goes down in the record books. The most recent record holder is my step-dad who we'll call Dick (his name has been changed for his protection). A few years ago (memory has escaped me, but for some reason I wasn't able to attend) Dick became infatuated with the cannon phenomenon. This phenomenon occurs each year when my uncle decides the scare the crap out of every family member at the 4th of July BBQ, most of whom cannot handle the blast for it would put their pacemakers into overdrive. Well, it only took one shot before Dick fell in love with finding his own method of mayhem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the next year's reunion Dick had successfully found his cannon and anxiously waited for the perfect time for the cannon to make its debut. For Dick, that time was during my cousin's bluegrass band performance at a local bar. Secretly he ventured out to my uncle's SUV (I can't be bothered with the make or model) to load his new pride and joy in the hatchback. Big mistake! Note: for those of you interested in blowing things up be aware that blowing the back off your uncle's brand new SUV is ill-advised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was not without its fill of new gossip of course--though it's hard to top the infamous explosion. This year was a collection of gossip about my uncle's new "girlfriend" who is just as crazy as him. They're both theater-folk, actors and such so you can imagine...by the way, this is my mom's brother and not the one whose SUV was blown up. He's never brought home a GF so this was the topic of discussion the whole time and especially after they left for the evening. THat was when the claws came out and I realized that I am NEVER bringing a significant other down to Cincy to meet the extended fam. After a day of alcoholic endulgence, the gossip was flying. My comment was that the new gf was very "theatrical" and that's the only way I could describe it. Apparently that stuck, though it wasn't profound by any means. I guess what I'm trying to say is that even with all the craziness that goes on I still enjoy my family. It's the only family I have and they will always have a special place in my heart (even if that's a place that I only visit once every three years).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22785095-115263722388332264?l=magstraveler80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magstraveler80.blogspot.com/feeds/115263722388332264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22785095&amp;postID=115263722388332264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22785095/posts/default/115263722388332264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22785095/posts/default/115263722388332264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magstraveler80.blogspot.com/2006/07/family-reunionswhere-else-can-you-get.html' title='Family reunions....where else can you get down-home cookin&apos;, a side of guilt, and your annual dose of juicy gossip?'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06843129620793591126</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-22785095.post-114099459371715906</id><published>2006-02-26T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T14:56:33.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syncopation and a weekend with the Fam....</title><content type='html'>So this weekend &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1969/542/320/syncopation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1969/542/160/syncopation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I indulged in the performing arts by attending the play "Syncopation" at Meadowbrook.  My uncle plays Henry, a polish meatpacker in 1911 who is set on becoming a famous ballroom dancer.  He puts an ad in the newspaper requesting a dance partner and that is where this romantic comedy begins.  I've seen several of my uncle's plays over the years, but none that I really took the time to analyze from a theatre-goer perspective.  After almost three hours, the curtain dropped and we all headed out to meet him at Applebee's across the street from the show.  Excited that we had all come to see him perform, my uncle asked what we thought of the play.  Each one of us had a different perspective and wanted to know what the playwright had intended for the audience to perceive.  The thing is, playwrights, like writers don't always set out to make their audiences "see" specific points.  That's the beauty of the arts I think; always open for interpretation.  Afterall, isn't that why we go attend performances? Read books, etc.? What fun would it be to always be told what to think?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22785095-114099459371715906?l=magstraveler80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magstraveler80.blogspot.com/feeds/114099459371715906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22785095&amp;postID=114099459371715906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22785095/posts/default/114099459371715906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22785095/posts/default/114099459371715906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magstraveler80.blogspot.com/2006/02/syncopation-and-weekend-with-fam.html' title='Syncopation and a weekend with the Fam....'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06843129620793591126</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-22785095.post-114066547278015110</id><published>2006-02-22T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T19:31:12.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do speed skaters find jeans that fit?</title><content type='html'>This question originates from a problem most women can relate to....the shrinkage of your favorite pair of jeans (I swear my dryer has a vendetta against me because it prefers Downy over Bounce).   Yesterday morning I tried on every pair of jeans I own and could not muster up enough strength to fit into my usual comfy pair.  So what's a girl to do? Bow her head and put on her "big girl" jeans for the day in hopes that tomorrow will be more promising.  Well today wasn't nearly as promising as I had hoped, so I decided to check out NY&amp;Co. , Express, and The Limited before resorting to the only store that carried sizes for the curvy women of the world, Old Navy.  So what do you ask does all of this have to do with speed skating?  Well, after an exhausting afternoon at the mall (where I spent $24.50 on the equivalent of the Blue Light special) I retired to my couch to channel surf and catch some of the lastest news from Torino.  While watching some Canadian chick leave some German chick in the dust all I could think of was....How do these wonderfully athletic girls get those monster thighs into their jeans during the off-season? Come to think of it, do Germans even wear jeans? Hmmm....but I digress from my point.  I'm guessing that these women want the same rights as I do, Fair sizes and Trendy clothing!  Why should they or any other woman be punished for having a body that doesn't resemble Kate Moss?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22785095-114066547278015110?l=magstraveler80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magstraveler80.blogspot.com/feeds/114066547278015110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22785095&amp;postID=114066547278015110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22785095/posts/default/114066547278015110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22785095/posts/default/114066547278015110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magstraveler80.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-do-speed-skaters-find-jeans-that.html' title='How do speed skaters find jeans that fit?'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06843129620793591126</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-22785095.post-114054681086820918</id><published>2006-02-21T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T10:33:30.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking out some photo publishing software.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1969/542/320/fordfield05.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1969/542/160/fordfield05.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I've decided to check out Hello! to publish pictures to my blog.  A little frustrating at first because when I tried to upload my pic I didn't know how to access it.  Working with Picasa, which Hello! uses, is much easier.  All I have to do is click "Blog It" and I'm done.  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