<?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-3433299310195258828</id><updated>2012-01-17T22:32:48.687-05:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='percolate'/><category term='pensive'/><category term='amnesia'/><category term='overworked'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='cold'/><category term='conversational'/><category term='personality'/><category term='lonely'/><category term='quirks'/><category term='coagulate'/><category term='thankful'/><category term='conversation'/><category term='lists'/><category term='overfed'/><category term='social norms'/><category term='growth'/><category term='happy'/><category term='cognition'/><category term='bicycles'/><category term='sleepy'/><category term='clumsiness'/><title type='text'>Blue Pelicans and other Seabirds</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>321</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-4228762150358219391</id><published>2011-12-13T20:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T23:01:37.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Again</title><summary type='text'>I know. It's been a long while. I made a new blog. Don't hurt me.But I'm here again.And more than that, I'm here again. In this place where I have to write, but don't want to.In looking over my posts for the past... oh wow. the past years - almost all the years of my college life (and only almost 'cause I'm not done yet) - I notice that there's a definite spike in blogposts during finals week. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/4228762150358219391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=4228762150358219391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/4228762150358219391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/4228762150358219391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/12/here-again.html' title='Here Again'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-8192010207395682458</id><published>2011-08-22T13:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T13:44:04.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoghurt</title><summary type='text'>In the realm of the completely random and quite mundane:Okay, so... you know how plain yoghurt gets that nasty weird greeny/yellow liquid in it if you eat half the container and then leave it in the fridge for a couple days?Well, the other day I thought about eating some, so I stirred it up, but then it was SO liquidy that I decided I didn't want it. So like the lazy bum that I am, I left it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/8192010207395682458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=8192010207395682458' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/8192010207395682458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/8192010207395682458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/08/yoghurt.html' title='Yoghurt'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-4387946844367751848</id><published>2011-08-04T23:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T00:06:02.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I went to the pool, with my (pretty!) new bathing suit and swam until I was tired of it.And let me tell you, it's really good to feel that ache that lets you know you've been moving.Getting your heart rate up reminds you that you're alive, makes you feel limber.You get to rejoice because the tiredness you feel at the end of the day isn't just a mental need for sleep; it's the tiredness of a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/4387946844367751848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=4387946844367751848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/4387946844367751848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/4387946844367751848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/08/today-i-went-to-pool-with-my-pretty-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-4022160820041937946</id><published>2011-07-18T19:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T09:59:49.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Score</title><summary type='text'>WeddingsMelody &amp; JoeDelice &amp; JonasA-P &amp; TJohn &amp; CarolynMerritt &amp; ChristineStephanie &amp; EddieBabiesKyran - Merritt &amp; Christine - 2010Elijah - Delice &amp; Jonas - April 1, 2011Isaac - Josiah &amp; Erin - April 2, 2011Josiah - Amber &amp; Josh - May 29, 2011Life's getting crazier by the minute, y'all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/4022160820041937946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=4022160820041937946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/4022160820041937946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/4022160820041937946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/07/keeping-score.html' title='Keeping Score'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-1733192402173873131</id><published>2011-07-13T16:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T16:58:37.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On becoming a Foodie</title><summary type='text'>Latest cooking exploits include: Whole-wheat muffins with jam/cream cheese in the middle.Vegetarian LasagnaNext up:Battenburg cake. Just for the heck of it.Other exploits from this summer include:Orange sorbetMarinating chicken (an art all its own... yikes!)Pesto from scratch (w/o a blender. again, yikes!)Frozen mangoPizza - incl. marinara sauce and crust (still no blender)Baking things w/whole </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/1733192402173873131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=1733192402173873131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/1733192402173873131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/1733192402173873131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/07/on-becoming-foodie.html' title='On becoming a Foodie'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-9172699475678786226</id><published>2011-07-08T23:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T23:36:15.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two words: Credit Cards</title><summary type='text'>Let us all pause for a moment and consider the imbecility of credit cards.Have you considered it? Or are you just wondering what I mean? Because what I mean is that, quite simply, the system is silly. Bonkers. Off its rocker.How credit works:1. I have money in my bank account.2. I get a card with a company that has no connection whatsoever to my bank or my money. This company allows me to spend </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/9172699475678786226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=9172699475678786226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/9172699475678786226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/9172699475678786226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/07/two-words-credit-cards.html' title='Two words: Credit Cards'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-1940500545696239519</id><published>2011-07-04T18:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T18:32:16.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahem. I have an announcement.I made TWO FRIENDS in as many DAYS!I am officially floored. God is good, y'all, and he SO has the power to change people. Just in case you were wondering.PP</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/1940500545696239519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=1940500545696239519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/1940500545696239519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/1940500545696239519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/07/ahem.html' title=''/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-4010762559792905522</id><published>2011-06-30T21:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T21:29:48.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Car trouble</title><summary type='text'>Long story short, my car won't start for love or money. This evening, after much trial and tribulation, it was towed. Sigh. And now I'm a pinioned bird - a dead electrical system pulled out my flight feathers.Long story long? Let's not go there. Even I don't want to hear the whole thing.Thank you, God for my car not working anymore. Like Betsie ten Boom thanking you for the fleas, I don't much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/4010762559792905522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=4010762559792905522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/4010762559792905522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/4010762559792905522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/06/car-trouble.html' title='Car trouble'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-3746362637047222316</id><published>2011-06-29T18:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T18:58:38.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Texting</title><summary type='text'>Dear Jojo,Thanks for signing your texts. This way, there is absolutely no chance of mistaking who they're from. To be honest, I sorta wish you had just stuck to calling me on the phone. On the other hand,  I'm proud of you for wanting to master the new technology. That makes you pretty BA - and you most definitely get an A+ for effort.love,your granddaughter.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/3746362637047222316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=3746362637047222316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3746362637047222316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3746362637047222316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/06/texting.html' title='Texting'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-4113438991573847566</id><published>2011-06-27T18:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T18:33:11.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Epics 3</title><summary type='text'>Jane Eyre, by Charlotte BrontëThis week I read Jane Eyre. It has been a long time since I could not put a book down. What engrossing language, vivid descriptions, real characters! It was full of words I didn't know, passages in French, antique phrasings, and lovely imagery. The ring of truth was a thread that wound its way through every page, leaving no paragraph untinged by its radiance.Lol. The</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/4113438991573847566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=4113438991573847566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/4113438991573847566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/4113438991573847566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/06/epics-3.html' title='The Epics 3'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-9115542559922715240</id><published>2011-06-22T22:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T22:48:50.470-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social norms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quirks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>Talkers</title><summary type='text'>I have a lot of friends who like to talk. That is good, because I like to listen. What my talkative friends may forget is that I sometimes like to talk, too.Often the mark of a close friend in my life is that that person knows how and when to give me space to say my piece.**************************In other news...Why do I even bother cooking? I'm SO much better at baking!Oh, right, 'cause I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/9115542559922715240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=9115542559922715240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/9115542559922715240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/9115542559922715240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/06/talkers.html' title='Talkers'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-3217657846591462035</id><published>2011-06-22T17:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T17:27:41.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Epics 2</title><summary type='text'>In my list of epics...Third: Anna and the KingAn English woman moves to Siam with her son, Louis, to be schoolteacher  to the King's son. In the events that ensue, she makes a school for the  King's 68 children, liberates a slave, teaches the King's son about  justice and slavery, saves the royal family from certain death (a  traitor in the King's court attempts a coup), saving the King's life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/3217657846591462035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=3217657846591462035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3217657846591462035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3217657846591462035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/06/epics-2.html' title='The Epics 2'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-3092259363974164373</id><published>2011-06-19T00:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T01:09:14.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Answer</title><summary type='text'>My grandparents, my sister and I sat in the restaurant-booth. As we waited for the food to arrive, we conversed with a comparative ease and fluency that surprised me. My sister and I had put off setting a specific date and time for this particular dinner for weeks and weeks, both of us dreading it. You see, the great danger with my mother's parents, is that my grandmother is a monologuer - which </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/3092259363974164373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=3092259363974164373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3092259363974164373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3092259363974164373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/06/wrong-answer.html' title='Wrong Answer'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-3482163797472776173</id><published>2011-06-19T00:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T16:33:21.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>List of...</title><summary type='text'>Things I ought to do in the near future, by urgency:-Finish/mail my letter to C. (done)-Finish/mail my letter to A. (done)-Talk to/catch up with Ashley.-Ditto for Angelica.-Go help Ashley and Angelica pack/prep for moving.-Ask to hang out with Joni &amp; Sarah &amp; Joanna for serious-talk time.-Find a time to actually hang out with Michelle A. and Melissa.-Take a "vacation" and see/spend time with my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/3482163797472776173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=3482163797472776173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3482163797472776173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3482163797472776173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/06/list-of.html' title='List of...'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-1058864874481218777</id><published>2011-06-15T10:12:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T16:31:45.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official.</title><summary type='text'>There's a small wasp-nest in my doorway.Know what else is official?It's coming down. Mission Nest-Removal begins tonight, 2200 hours.---------So I bought the wasp-killer. Sadly there was a gigantic thunder-storm tonight, so no wasp-spraying yet. But soon. Soon.-------------The mission was delayed another night, due to extreme lateness of the hour of my return home compounded by complete ignorance</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/1058864874481218777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=1058864874481218777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/1058864874481218777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/1058864874481218777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official.'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-5554829082735597433</id><published>2011-06-14T23:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T10:31:33.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming Reality?</title><summary type='text'>After the literal explosion of tutoring this week, it has invaded my dreams.Faceless Asian boys have invaded my dreams, and they brought their schoolwork.Most. Boring. Dream. Ever.On a more realistic note, I tutor a lot of Korean guys. That is my biggest demographic. I don't talk to guys much, and certainly not easily. But in this case, all we have to talk about is what they write - which is so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/5554829082735597433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=5554829082735597433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5554829082735597433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5554829082735597433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/06/dreaming-reality.html' title='Dreaming Reality?'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-4934320784234011420</id><published>2011-06-07T14:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T17:23:56.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phones</title><summary type='text'>I am here to whine about phones. Specifically, about the "advances" of technology. The first two I feel very strongly about - the others I could see how they'd be just a matter of personal preference.a) I like number pads on a phone. It just makes sense. My phone is not a mini-laptop, I don't need a full keyboard. Just sayin'.b) What is the big deal with touch screens? Can we please get over them</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/4934320784234011420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=4934320784234011420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/4934320784234011420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/4934320784234011420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/06/phones.html' title='Phones'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-893885417736052390</id><published>2011-06-05T23:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T23:50:38.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammar-check</title><summary type='text'>When you think about it, it's really pretty funny when students ask me to give their paper "just a grammar-check". What do they think they're asking for?Because - dear student - when I find a sentence like "Those arguments create the misbelieves over the networks of neighbors and even lovers," how do I even begin to tell you what is wrong with your "grammar" in a way that won't make both of us </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/893885417736052390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=893885417736052390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/893885417736052390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/893885417736052390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/06/grammar-check.html' title='Grammar-check'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-4018475913485276293</id><published>2011-05-24T23:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T17:22:53.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Epics</title><summary type='text'>As somewhat explained in the previous post, I am hungry for really good stories. Since I spend a great deal of my time watching TV on my computer in the summer ('cause I'm cheap and lazy), I've decided that instead of TV, this summer I'll watch epic/classic movies, and try to absorb their principle and character and methodology. I want to learn what it means to face the challenges that the world </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/4018475913485276293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=4018475913485276293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/4018475913485276293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/4018475913485276293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/05/epics.html' title='The Epics'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-6788337487693990508</id><published>2011-05-22T00:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T00:30:10.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pattern Observed</title><summary type='text'>I guess I bake mostly when I'm bored or upset...today's haul includes bread and a big ol' batch of cookies. w00p.last week it was a pie and home-made pizza.Which I guess... really is good because the times when I'm bored will feed me when I'm not. xDThere would also have been challah and/or hot cross buns today if it weren't for that silly biking accident that prevents my kneading.Also, I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/6788337487693990508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=6788337487693990508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/6788337487693990508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/6788337487693990508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/05/pattern-observed.html' title='Pattern Observed'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-3334197043017223962</id><published>2011-05-18T10:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T10:25:34.046-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clumsiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bicycles'/><title type='text'>Childish</title><summary type='text'>So... I may or may not have misjudged the distance between my handle bars and a certain mail box... and promptly fallen off my bicycle.Plausible effects of such an accident include: about as much skin as would cover the surface of a quarter or two being scraped off one elbow and the palm of the hand, a lovely bruise the size of an apple on the thigh, and a bump on the back of one's head.Plausible</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/3334197043017223962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=3334197043017223962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3334197043017223962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3334197043017223962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/05/childish.html' title='Childish'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-4087385332440975125</id><published>2011-05-12T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:37:05.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cures for Summer Boredom</title><summary type='text'>Ideas for things to do in summer (according to Phineas and Ferb):building a rocketfighting a mummyclimbing up the Eiffel towerdiscovering something that doesn't existgiving a monkey a showersurfing tidal wavescreating nanobotslocating Frankenstein's brainfinding a dodo birdpainting a continenthmm... I think I'll go with discovering something that doesn't exist.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/4087385332440975125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=4087385332440975125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/4087385332440975125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/4087385332440975125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/05/cures-for-summer-boredom.html' title='Cures for Summer Boredom'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-3089798510066902640</id><published>2011-05-11T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:37:05.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A post on Bodily Functions - Squeamers beware</title><summary type='text'>This may constitute a TMI, but I... have acid reflux. It's pretty sucky. Feels like the base of your throat is getting a chemical burn - oh wait it is. Don't ask me how I know what a chemical burn feels like. We were all in high school chemistry, I'm sure you can guess.I guess I did ask for it though... drinking grapefruit juice all day and then topping it off with brownies. What can I say? I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/3089798510066902640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=3089798510066902640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3089798510066902640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3089798510066902640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/05/post-on-bodily-functions-squeamers.html' title='A post on Bodily Functions - Squeamers beware'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-3358949256334964439</id><published>2011-05-02T15:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T16:02:15.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>free</title><summary type='text'>I haven't talked about this in a while... and it has taken a long, long time...but my heart is finally free and healed from the person I have here referred to as fCA.He was hanging around my city again this week, taking a vacation from his job, catching up with people and the like. I got to spend some time with him, and realize that I am no longer connected to him. We share memories, good ones, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/3358949256334964439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=3358949256334964439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3358949256334964439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3358949256334964439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/05/free.html' title='free'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-5596285789796146657</id><published>2011-04-30T00:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T00:57:10.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>first-time hostess</title><summary type='text'>Tonight I am a true hostess for the first time.I feel like Anne of Green Gables, excited about the idea of sleeping in a spare room.I did all the domesticky things- cleaned up the house, cleaned the kitchen, made sure the bathroom looked nice, washed sheets, re-made the bed, swept the floors... everything!My guests are sleeping in my room and offering to cook for me. They are conversing with me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/5596285789796146657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=5596285789796146657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5596285789796146657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5596285789796146657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-time-hostess.html' title='first-time hostess'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-7489327014747046877</id><published>2011-04-28T22:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T22:12:28.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>um... where'd the words go?</title><summary type='text'>garblegarblegarble.if tiredness were a disease, I'd be mortally ill.I am spiritually, physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted.Somebody please just take everything that needs doing out of my hands and tell me it will be ok, I will recover from this exhaustion in just a few days.please?no?oh, right, I'm grown-up now....boo, school. Just boo.over 'n out.E.O.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/7489327014747046877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=7489327014747046877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/7489327014747046877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/7489327014747046877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/04/um-whered-words-go.html' title='um... where&apos;d the words go?'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-8183949351217016479</id><published>2011-04-23T15:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:28:43.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnout</title><summary type='text'>Burnout makes me see better, feel more.The more mentally exhausted I am from school, the clearer I see my surroundings.In avoiding writing a paper, I see the amazing color and polish of a wooden chair, complete with dark flecks.In avoiding thinking of my next assignment, I notice the intense green-on-black of trees in spring...how the air feels soft around me like a blanket... or silky like water</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/8183949351217016479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=8183949351217016479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/8183949351217016479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/8183949351217016479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/04/burnout.html' title='Burnout'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-6928160673440838774</id><published>2011-04-22T10:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T10:54:38.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday</title><summary type='text'>You have to power through the first bit of this video, but it really is a "simple but ultra powerful skit" that shows the real reason for Easter.I like how my friend Hailey put it: "Not just another Friday funday, but a really bad day that I couldn't live without. And that makes it good."http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&amp;v=cyheJ480LYAover 'n out.E.O.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/6928160673440838774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=6928160673440838774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/6928160673440838774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/6928160673440838774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-2751220445968127000</id><published>2011-04-18T16:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T16:34:43.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YES I DID</title><summary type='text'>I BEASTED that second methods paper.WOHOOOOOOO!And they say the progression is C-B-A. HAH! In my case, it's looking like it'll be more like C-A-B - or maybe, if I really get my act together, it'll be C-A-A! Either way, the middle is an A, and I couldn't be more pleased (or vindicated).   B)Nanny, nanny boo-boo, you can't fail me!hehehe.over 'n out.E.O.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/2751220445968127000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=2751220445968127000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/2751220445968127000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/2751220445968127000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/04/yes-i-did.html' title='YES I DID'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-8744323001720139928</id><published>2011-04-17T15:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T16:04:27.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, finals...</title><summary type='text'>Have I written on here about how I don't like essay-writing?I have?Just imagine you're re-reading one of those posts.Also: I know that the word chuch'e, in Korean, means independence and self-reliance, and (to North Koreans) represents all that is Korean, and putting Korean-ness before all else. I know it is a very serious word to North Koreans.But every time I see it, I can't help thinking of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/8744323001720139928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=8744323001720139928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/8744323001720139928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/8744323001720139928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-finals.html' title='Oh, finals...'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-7492744426575055426</id><published>2011-04-11T20:02:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T20:35:19.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exasperation</title><summary type='text'>Ahem.Dear Dr. B.:Why do you have to be such a jerk? As if it weren't enough that we have TWO big assignments to be working on (with all your little niggly requirements to think about and lots of mini-due-dates). As if you didn't KNOW, for a FACT that your precious research has shown that students tend to plateau out shortly after Spring break and then want to work the least right before finals. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/7492744426575055426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=7492744426575055426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/7492744426575055426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/7492744426575055426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/04/exasperation.html' title='Exasperation'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-5135831947283811041</id><published>2011-04-10T10:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T11:37:46.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Threats to Validity</title><summary type='text'>In a rare moment of pristine clarity, my proffessor told us the other day, in a voice that said "of course, you all know this, but I am saying it anyway because I feel like being redundant" that there are 31 threats to the validity of an (psychological?) experiment.THIRTY-ONE.Seriously? For starters, I'd like to know who on earth goes around asking themselves "how many ways could my colleagues </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/5135831947283811041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=5135831947283811041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5135831947283811041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5135831947283811041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/04/threats-to-validity.html' title='Threats to Validity'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-7379043479030857907</id><published>2011-04-07T10:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T10:59:19.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fluids</title><summary type='text'>I think my body is trying to see how many types of fluids can exit it at once. I have therefore made a checklist, so that it can see how well it's doing:sweatsnottearspoopurinebloodspitHave I missed anything? So far I think it's up to three at a time this week... I have no doubt it'll reach four, but I'm really hoping that it doesn't get past that.Excuse my grossness; sometimes you just have to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/7379043479030857907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=7379043479030857907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/7379043479030857907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/7379043479030857907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/04/fluids.html' title='fluids'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-944814430403926898</id><published>2011-04-06T16:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T16:30:41.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wish</title><summary type='text'>I wish life were simpler....[read: I wish I could fast-forward my life 3 weeks so that I would a) be done with Methods class forever and ever amen! and b) not be in the state of pain/hormonal mood-swingy-ness of womanhood]...and that I had more time to deal with things...[read: get a job, get the rest of my financial aid done, do things I actually want to do like learn how to blow glass, help ppl</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/944814430403926898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=944814430403926898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/944814430403926898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/944814430403926898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/04/wish.html' title='wish'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-8320387260643617904</id><published>2011-03-28T23:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T23:55:21.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness in strange places</title><summary type='text'>Are happy people dumb? - An article my mom sent me today.So, based on the conclusions I came to in the 5-1o minutes of reading this, I decided to make myself happy before I attempted to (finish) writ(ing) my paper for Psyc Methods......which may or may not have resulted in me cooking and watching youtube videos until almost midnight.It's the new way to procrastinate! Make yourself so happy you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/8320387260643617904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=8320387260643617904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/8320387260643617904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/8320387260643617904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/03/happiness-in-strange-places.html' title='happiness in strange places'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-1602803072111351403</id><published>2011-03-27T15:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T15:42:23.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments with my Mother</title><summary type='text'>Me: "I want to be appreciated for more than my brain!"Mom: ... [laughs] Oh, that'd be hilarious. You should write that on your autobiography. A 20-something woman wanting to be appreciated for more than her brain? [laughs again]Me: Oh yea... I guess most girls would say "body" and not "brain," huh?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/1602803072111351403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=1602803072111351403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/1602803072111351403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/1602803072111351403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/03/moments-with-my-mother.html' title='Moments with my Mother'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-5584096626648401149</id><published>2011-03-26T23:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T23:13:20.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ambivalent</title><summary type='text'>I'm alone in my well-lit, warm, dry house and it's pouring buckets- no, scratch that, barrels, and thundering right over my head.I'm not sure if I'm really cozy or really scared.:/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/5584096626648401149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=5584096626648401149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5584096626648401149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5584096626648401149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/03/ambivalent.html' title='ambivalent'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-1696261645102010832</id><published>2011-03-25T21:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T16:15:09.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Of a Friday Evening</title><summary type='text'>An evening of watching Torchwood, skype, and making chocolate chip cookies = very restful.Better, in my opinion, than going to Dooley's Ball. =)Also, I love this video:http://www.youtube.com/user/charlieissocoollike?blend=1&amp;ob=5aaand this one:http://www.youtube.com/user/wongfuproductions?blend=1&amp;ob=4also, this comic is true to (my) life:http://www.notquitewrong.com/rosscottinc/2009/04/28/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/1696261645102010832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=1696261645102010832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/1696261645102010832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/1696261645102010832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/03/of-friday-evening.html' title='Of a Friday Evening'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-8236007700618483124</id><published>2011-03-20T21:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T21:11:29.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Somedays I feel like an adult...</title><summary type='text'>...and then there are the days on which cleaning my room is just as tiring as it was when I was 5.to Sundays.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/8236007700618483124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-5682009547773008522</id><published>2011-03-17T23:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:39:31.610-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coagulate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='percolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growth'/><title type='text'>Growing</title><summary type='text'>Two thumbs up for "About a boy" (movie)Seriously. Wonderful movie.Also, just like the body, the heart learns reeeeal slow. I had a dance teacher tell me once that if you do the same stretch diligently for several years, you may eventually get an inch or so more (or something like that). It amazed me. The body changes very slowly, she said. It gave me pause, because everything else seems to move </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/5682009547773008522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=5682009547773008522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5682009547773008522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5682009547773008522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/03/growing.html' title='Growing'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-5259360955677544798</id><published>2011-03-15T18:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:42:08.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that could change</title><summary type='text'>Such as... how my most comfortable topics to discuss are: 1. school/work   2. God  3. other random shit I think "deeply" about for no apparent reasonFor instance:Friend: Why do you like seashells so much?Me: Because they're beautiful and shiny. And I like the broken ones 'cause even when they're all broken and you can't even tell anymore what they were supposed to look like, they're still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/5259360955677544798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=5259360955677544798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5259360955677544798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5259360955677544798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/03/things-that-could-change.html' title='Things that could change'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-884699769577883764</id><published>2011-03-09T22:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:17:05.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It smarts</title><summary type='text'>People like to harp a lot on how I'msmartthoughtfulintrospectiveself-awarea deep thinkera questioneretc.which is all well and good- until that becomes the epicenter of my identity. 'Cause then I grow to a) be stuck up about it and b) hate being smart, 'cause it makes me feel a1) horrible and b1) like a fraud.So. I am on a mission to figure it out: what else am I?So far, I've got:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/884699769577883764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=884699769577883764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/884699769577883764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/884699769577883764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-smarts.html' title='It smarts'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-5169777117552422836</id><published>2011-03-07T22:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T22:41:49.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><summary type='text'>Vacation is a beautiful thing.I thought I'd had enough of it today, so I tried to start my reading for last/next week... but I was wrong. About 13 pages in, my mind did that thing where it quits taking stuff in. So I took a nap instead, then had dinner w/my lovely friends, and watched a movie.Much better use of my time.Hopefully this won't hurt me come next week. Hopefully the rest I'm getting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/5169777117552422836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=5169777117552422836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5169777117552422836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5169777117552422836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/03/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-186329523001336595</id><published>2011-03-03T18:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T18:32:27.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography</title><summary type='text'>Some things I've noticed about my photography:1. I generally take pictures of inanimate objects or nature or cool lighting.2.  This happens more often when there isn't someone walking with me to whom I can say "Wow, look at that! It's so pretty!"3. For this reason, my photos rarely contain people (or if they do, they're not facing me). I don't generally take pictures when I'm around people, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/186329523001336595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=186329523001336595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/186329523001336595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/186329523001336595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/03/photography.html' title='Photography'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-1033813092821639306</id><published>2011-03-02T22:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T22:32:55.481-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overfed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overworked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>Tags</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/1033813092821639306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=1033813092821639306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/1033813092821639306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/1033813092821639306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/03/tags.html' title='Tags'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-6661651909157944437</id><published>2011-03-01T16:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T16:12:18.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>two worlds</title><summary type='text'>so.spring break.i had planned to spend a week with some friends at a beach, chillin', talking, cooking, walking around random places, and taking pictures.it's looking more like i'll be spending spring break with some friends, at a beach, arranging meetings for the next couple of weeks, catching up on reading for my classes, and doing the background work for a project in my methods class.it will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/6661651909157944437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=6661651909157944437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/6661651909157944437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/6661651909157944437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/03/two-worlds.html' title='two worlds'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-7480305854123621883</id><published>2011-02-28T21:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:34:08.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Redemptive Song</title><summary type='text'>Today I sang in public again.I didn't look for it- I was asked. By two people. For Social Justice week's Coffee house event.It was a lot of fun... the jam session w/Caro beforehand especially.What was interesting about it though, were people's reactions. To hear them you'd have thought I was Whitney Houston or something. And it's not 'cause I was the best new singer there tonight. I wasn't - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/7480305854123621883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=7480305854123621883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/7480305854123621883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/7480305854123621883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/02/redemptive-song.html' title='Redemptive Song'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-8042810686732580187</id><published>2011-02-27T16:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T16:11:58.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Concentration</title><summary type='text'>So... for some reason, I seem completely unable to focus today.Ugh. It's driving me batty.There are THINGS. Things to be DONE. And they are not getting done because I can't make myself concentrate on them.UGH.may your day be better than mine.E.O.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/8042810686732580187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=8042810686732580187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/8042810686732580187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/8042810686732580187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/02/concentration.html' title='Concentration'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-5358143567178293718</id><published>2011-02-23T21:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T22:12:07.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenges</title><summary type='text'>1. JJipp &amp; Skip talking about Isaiah 56-58.  lament &gt; imaginative hope &gt; active mission2. Buddy's exhortation based in Nightlight and Judges 6  "go in the strength you have" and save the oppressed  "I don't think your generation will stand for it."3. Dr. Ramachandra at the Veritas Forum  "what is your community doing to help people like me who are putting their lives on the line for human rights?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/5358143567178293718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=5358143567178293718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5358143567178293718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5358143567178293718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/02/challenges.html' title='Challenges'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-6229490832246962897</id><published>2011-02-16T09:46:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T16:05:10.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Patternful Weekend</title><summary type='text'>Seriously, you guys. I don't do this on purpose!! It just happens when I don't care how I look.IN other news, (well- news....) It's looking like my typical Saturday = pick-everything-up-dayis turning into aclean up/take the trash out/clean the kitchen/cook/do laundry/avoid cleaning the bathroom day.Which is a far cry from just picking up the random clothes and papers that had a wild party in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/6229490832246962897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=6229490832246962897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/6229490832246962897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/6229490832246962897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/02/teehee-2.html' title='Another Patternful Weekend'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vX4At9FHFF8/TWE8eyQhrOI/AAAAAAAAACE/HIkthrshA5k/s72-c/IMG_1590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-5947753636366814058</id><published>2011-02-16T00:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T00:31:51.439-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amnesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cognition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><title type='text'>Cognition Assignment -see why i love it?</title><summary type='text'>school teacherlived in the same town for 40 yearsrecently became amnesic (anterograde).Page 1: Journal.6:01AM - Woke up and got dressed for school. Birds were chirping outside my window.6:10AM - Found myself in the kitchen, fully dressed. Not sure why I wrote that I woke up at 6:01...6:30AM - Talked with my daughter, Trisha, about how I'll get to school today. She seemed sad.7:40AM - Just woke up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/5947753636366814058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=5947753636366814058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5947753636366814058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5947753636366814058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/02/cognition-assignment-see-why-i-love-it.html' title='Cognition Assignment -see why i love it?'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-2303322985589148702</id><published>2011-02-14T21:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:52:40.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just fyi</title><summary type='text'>I LOVE MY COGNITION CLASS!!So. Much.Every time the prof pauses and asks for questions, my initial gut reaction is to raise my hand and say "WOAH. THIS IS SO COOL. This is AMAZING!!"Which would make me a super nerd. But I don't care. It's just to fantastically fascinating and bizarre and amazing....aaand I just spent a full two minutes laughing at the strangeness of an experiment demonstrating how</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/2303322985589148702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=2303322985589148702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/2303322985589148702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/2303322985589148702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-fyi.html' title='just fyi'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-6241590155719709061</id><published>2011-02-14T09:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T09:36:43.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things I have been told I am in recent days:elusivebrutally honestaddicting...these are not ways in which I see myself (except perhaps the second). what gives? and what on earth could possibly be next? xD</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/6241590155719709061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=6241590155719709061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/6241590155719709061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/6241590155719709061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/02/things-i-have-been-told-i-am-in-recent.html' title=''/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-5347045721545945595</id><published>2011-02-11T22:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T22:42:26.609-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Best Friday</title><summary type='text'>Began the day with0. deciding that every Friday from now until the end of the semester I would take as a) a partial sabbath (in general) and b) a complete sabbath from methods work.1. the heat at my apartment being fixed.2. reading a fascinating novel for my korean history class.Proceeded to hang out with:3. Emily, at the thrift store4. G.H. (a surprise, as I was leaving Emily's place)5. Grace (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/5347045721545945595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=5347045721545945595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5347045721545945595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5347045721545945595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/02/best-friday.html' title='Best Friday'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-4812874812342490940</id><published>2011-02-10T14:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T14:44:52.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Methods Madness</title><summary type='text'>Do you feel the urge to throttle Dr. B? To run out of class and jump out of a third-floor window? To scream at the top of your lungs until you go hoarse? To cry and give up and just get an F in the class already with an "eff that"? 'Cause I do. But you know what I'm doing with all of that?I'm putting it in a box like this:Sealing said box with duct-tape like this:And marking "OPEN IN APRIL" on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/4812874812342490940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=4812874812342490940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/4812874812342490940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/4812874812342490940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/02/methods-madness.html' title='Methods Madness'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-5340002240879854723</id><published>2011-02-10T00:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T00:37:16.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missionary Stereotype</title><summary type='text'>Many thanks to the brilliant Mr. Don Newby. I am remembering your songs and my past this night, and am grateful that you put this in your album, as it has always struck a chord with me.Missionary Stereotype"Well maybe to you I look just right;a missionary stereotype:Old-fashioned clothes and hair and shoes,I live a life that you'd never choose.I'm never tempted and I constantly pray,read my bible</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/5340002240879854723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=5340002240879854723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5340002240879854723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5340002240879854723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/02/missionary-stereotype.html' title='Missionary Stereotype'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-2815693359212066374</id><published>2011-02-09T18:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T18:22:59.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><summary type='text'>Question 1: What did I do to deserve so many married/engaged/pregnant friends?? JL, MR, KH, AJ, EQ, AE, and DH. Are we really that old? That grown-up?! Will the epidemic ever cease?Question 2: What did I do to deserve to overhear two (clearly native) speakers of Catalan in the bathroom today discussing uber-personal stuff? Gut reactions: a) OMG you speak Catalan, who are you/what's your story/how</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/2815693359212066374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=2815693359212066374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/2815693359212066374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/2815693359212066374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/02/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-8951249703536822512</id><published>2011-02-06T16:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:07:23.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moral of the story: always examine your seashells carefully</title><summary type='text'>So today I was looking desperately for something to do other than  finishing studying for a quiz I have on tuesday and LOOK WHAT I FOUND! It was inside one of the big olive shells, just rattling around. It's like delicately shaped mica. My attempt to pull it out with the lead of a mechanical pencil actually broke it a little.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/8951249703536822512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=8951249703536822512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/8951249703536822512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/8951249703536822512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/02/moral-of-story-always-examine-your.html' title='Moral of the story: always examine your seashells carefully'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TU8bR_mq44I/AAAAAAAAAB8/7-7w78b9Rpw/s72-c/IMG_1432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-3139461524479354725</id><published>2011-02-06T12:44:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T16:34:53.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creativity</title><summary type='text'>When I feel like making something pretty on a piece of paper, it's  always words and not pictures that come out. Look at this one, for example (I quite like it):My love for language and the fun I have playing with it sometimes borders on the ridiculous. Someone told me on Friday that I "talk poetic." When I asked what on earth that meant, she said that I always use the right words, and say things</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/3139461524479354725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=3139461524479354725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3139461524479354725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3139461524479354725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/02/creativity.html' title='Creativity'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TU7h1ggrjVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-P7tvU4hEOw/s72-c/IMG_1399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-5244369625230241486</id><published>2011-02-05T11:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T15:20:47.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>methods report = jigsaw puzzle</title><summary type='text'>jigsaw-puzzle successfully avoided for 2h. It is now time to stick my nose on the grindstone and make things happen.time to clobber some ideas into shape!3- 2- 1- go!Confessions of a College StudentOn weekends or when no-one is going to see me, I like to dress in the brightest-colored garments I own. Think purple or pink pants, sky blue sweatshirts, neon orange socks, grass-green shirts, or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/5244369625230241486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=5244369625230241486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5244369625230241486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5244369625230241486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/02/methods-report-jigsaw-puzzle.html' title='methods report = jigsaw puzzle'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-3945462312418377235</id><published>2011-02-02T17:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T17:13:23.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>easing the strain of psychology</title><summary type='text'>Korean History is going to be my "relax" class. I can tell. I'm soooo so so so glad I signed up for it. Even if it is a COMPLETELY different way of thinking that I'm not used to, so I end up sounding dumb. I don't mind. It's different. It's engaging. It's sanity-saving, particularly when I can't find anything funny or distracting on the internet.=)Yay for Modern Korean History!p.s.: also, please </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/3945462312418377235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=3945462312418377235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3945462312418377235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3945462312418377235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/02/easing-strain-of-psychology.html' title='easing the strain of psychology'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-3557490628208933671</id><published>2011-01-30T23:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T23:39:56.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lux aurumque</title><summary type='text'>Today was full of:colorful brain-diagramswriter's blockreflectiontea-cakes and winter-y-spring walksgolden sun &amp; leftover brown leavesreading and laughterphone numbersGodmodern Korean historyfresh airbut most of all light like Dandelion Wine and the lazy-calm of a full, happy Sunday.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/3557490628208933671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=3557490628208933671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3557490628208933671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3557490628208933671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/01/lux-aurumque.html' title='lux aurumque'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-7416582184709305471</id><published>2011-01-29T20:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T20:47:16.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Krapfen</title><summary type='text'>p.s.: so I was looking at some blog stats, and apparently people search the word "krapfen". A lot. Which just made me laugh for like 2 minutes straight. So, if you were looking for krapfen, here you go:krapfen krapfen krapfen krapfen krapfen krapfen krapfen krapfen krapfen krapfen krapfen krapfen krapfen krapfen krapfen krapfen krapfen krapfen krapfen krapfen krapfen krapfen krapfen krapfen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/7416582184709305471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=7416582184709305471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/7416582184709305471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/7416582184709305471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/01/krapfen.html' title='Krapfen'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-5614270486214358760</id><published>2011-01-29T13:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T13:56:59.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The general, all-encompassing word that comes to mind for my state of mind when attempting to design a strategy for making it through my methods class is just this:overwhelmingBut I shall devise a strategy. There will be a strategy for the critique and a strategy for the lab and I will plod through this mess.And in the meantime, I will bake as much as is necessary to calm my nerves.popcorn, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/5614270486214358760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=5614270486214358760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5614270486214358760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5614270486214358760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/01/general-all-encompassing-word-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-5892531027836600641</id><published>2011-01-26T21:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T21:20:58.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester's Goal</title><summary type='text'>Love is patientlove is kindit does not envy,it does not boast.Love is not proud,it is not rudeit is not self-seeking.Love is not easily angered,keeps no record of wrongs,love does not delight in evil,but rejoices in the truth.Love always protects,always trusts,always hopes,always perseveres.And I shall endeavor to love Dr. B., such that I may send her an e-mail at the end of the semester, saying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/5892531027836600641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=5892531027836600641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5892531027836600641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5892531027836600641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/01/semesters-goal.html' title='Semester&apos;s Goal'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-6616929785827973908</id><published>2011-01-25T00:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T00:22:14.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unreasonable Wishes</title><summary type='text'>I made a mistake a few weeks ago. I pulled my favorite notebook ever out of storage, where I had kept it, thinking "I could use it again, someday".Why is this a mistake, you're wondering. After all, she is using it, as she had intended to, instead of leaving it stored in some random spot forever and a day.You see, the problem is- I LOVE this notebook. In my estimation, it is just the way a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/6616929785827973908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=6616929785827973908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/6616929785827973908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/6616929785827973908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/01/unreasonable-wishes.html' title='Unreasonable Wishes'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-170465429991106881</id><published>2011-01-22T21:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T21:25:54.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dream big (?)</title><summary type='text'>i have been developing a bucket list. this is it so far:1. see the aurora borealis. in person.*2. learn how to blow glass fairly well.*3. build an igloo.*4. See Stonhenge in person.5. Breed beta fish, just once.6. Go to mass in the Sagrada Familia7. travel to: Madagascar*, Iceland, Australia*, Korea, the Ivory Coast, Mongolia. For starters.8. learn how to whittle/carve9. see the California </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/170465429991106881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=170465429991106881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/170465429991106881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/170465429991106881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/01/dream-big.html' title='dream big (?)'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-2259772691760678952</id><published>2011-01-20T16:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T16:35:45.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>doltishness</title><summary type='text'>::For a summary of this entry (if you'd rather not hear me whine) skip to the last sentence::The older I get, the more I realize how much of a dolt and an idiot I really am. This amazing phenomenon alternately called time and age is also teaching me that there isn't anything that spectacular or special about me - except perhaps my particular brand of idiocy.What sparks these reflections, you ask?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/2259772691760678952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=2259772691760678952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/2259772691760678952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/2259772691760678952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/01/doltishness.html' title='doltishness'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-8629513334791746692</id><published>2011-01-01T23:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T00:51:15.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If thou could'st empty all thyself of self</title><summary type='text'>"If thou could'st empty all thyself of self,Like to a shell dishabited,Then might He find thee on the ocean shelf,And say, 'This is not dead',And fill thee with Himself instead.  But thou art all replete with very thouAnd hast such shrewd activity,That when He comes, He says, 'This is enowUnto itself - 'twere better let it be,It is so small and full, there is no room for me."By Sir Thomas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/8629513334791746692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=8629513334791746692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/8629513334791746692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/8629513334791746692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/01/boiling.html' title='If thou could&apos;st empty all thyself of self'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-3728598683913438886</id><published>2011-01-01T20:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T20:51:21.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stumped</title><summary type='text'>I'm stumped. As the title of this post so elegantly puts it.I spent several days at the beach, and collected a whole keel-full of shells. I think they are some of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. I can (apparently - this is a recent discovery) sit on the floor for hours just organizing and re-organizing them into categories - just for the excuse of handling and looking at them.And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/3728598683913438886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=3728598683913438886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3728598683913438886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3728598683913438886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2011/01/stumped.html' title='Stumped'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-8500327122941491915</id><published>2010-12-31T17:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T18:08:21.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>home again home again</title><summary type='text'>On the 30th of December, 2010, I stood on the windy winter beach and hurled my voice Southward across the sea. I don't think it got very far; my lungs throw like a girl. But the water was like silkily shattering glass: green, smooth &amp; sharp. Gulls flew past me every now &amp; again, low over the water - as if they thought I was shouting into the sky like they do, so didn't mind my presence. It was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/8500327122941491915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=8500327122941491915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/8500327122941491915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/8500327122941491915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2010/12/home-again-home-again.html' title='home again home again'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-7493045498486636312</id><published>2010-12-29T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T00:56:08.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teehee</title><summary type='text'>Marecel the Shell. With shoes on.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/7493045498486636312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=7493045498486636312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/7493045498486636312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/7493045498486636312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2010/12/teehee.html' title='Teehee'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-1166468636842592124</id><published>2010-12-27T18:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T18:16:05.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Pelicans and other Seabirds</title><summary type='text'>So. Today we went to the beach. 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Happier than I've been with it in a long, long time. Happier than I was when my sister and I still called Europe "home".There are days though. Days like this, around the holidays, when all my TCK friends are talking about flying home- to Wien, to Luxembourg, to Bourg d'Oisans- and about going to Christkindlmarkt's. On those days, part of me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/4716103846879465657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=4716103846879465657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/4716103846879465657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/4716103846879465657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2010/12/wistful.html' title='Wistful'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-1871893189142146460</id><published>2010-12-13T14:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T14:56:23.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>activity wish list</title><summary type='text'>...aaaaaand DONE. No more school for me! For almost an entire month! =)I haven't had this much free time in... um.... a year? I think? Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it has happened. I do not have a job over Christmas break. What to do?!  There are at least twenty days for which I have absolutely nothing planned. I am looking forward with twinges of excitement, dread, curiosity, worry, relief, and...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/1871893189142146460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=1871893189142146460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/1871893189142146460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/1871893189142146460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2010/12/activity-wish-list.html' title='activity wish list'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-8360334805006874814</id><published>2010-12-09T23:28:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T00:07:36.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rediscoveries</title><summary type='text'>...and so, we incorporate the old parts of our lives in with the new. This is as it should be. Allow me to explain my progression.When I was ten or eleven, my sister got her ears pierced. I didn't really want to follow suit until my mom (secretly encouraging me, I think) showed me some of her old earrings. Among the others I spotted them. Blue snowflakes painted on white ceramic studs. I thought </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/8360334805006874814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=8360334805006874814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/8360334805006874814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/8360334805006874814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2010/12/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-zh-tw.html' title='rediscoveries'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-606599495079674126</id><published>2010-12-08T14:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T14:59:06.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self</title><summary type='text'>Remember. It doesn't have to be perfect. It just has to be something you can turn in. Your grade does not depend *wholly* on this.Finish up quick and study for your psych final instead!!*one-two-three-GO*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/606599495079674126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=606599495079674126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/606599495079674126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/606599495079674126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2010/12/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-5382531828017208538</id><published>2010-12-07T14:08:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T11:55:18.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of the semester</title><summary type='text'>~Warning~ Whiny complaining ahead.also - victory note - at this point, I have eaten my pride and written 6 pages of terribly organized semi-drivel that I will turn in along with at least 4 more this afternoon at 5PM. This is probably the worst I have ever behaved (or written) when trying to write a paper for college. Yikes!Every semester there is at least one. One paper that causes me to feel the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/5382531828017208538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=5382531828017208538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5382531828017208538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5382531828017208538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-that-time-of-semester.html' title='It&apos;s that time of the semester'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-6067966566355615555</id><published>2010-12-04T20:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T20:35:23.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread!</title><summary type='text'>Today, I made bread.Me! Bread! Woah!The recipe came from a dear dear friend of mine who promised me it was the easiest recipe in the world (if I had all the time in the world) and tasted as close to European bread as she has ever come across in the U.S. of A. - so of course, after the quiche-miracle of last week and with a recommendation like that, I just HAD to try it.I am about to put the first</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/6067966566355615555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=6067966566355615555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/6067966566355615555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/6067966566355615555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2010/12/bread.html' title='Bread!'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-5460991257790781267</id><published>2010-12-02T21:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T21:19:43.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Up-side-down</title><summary type='text'>So... yeah... I just spoke. In front of people. About me. And nobody cringed. People laughed (I said funny things! !!). People even came up to me after and said what I'd said had impacted them. I met another TCK!The world feels just a leetle bit up-side-down tonight. In a good way.Over 'n out.E.O.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/5460991257790781267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=5460991257790781267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5460991257790781267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5460991257790781267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2010/12/up-side-down.html' title='Up-side-down'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-7772360333142578502</id><published>2010-12-01T19:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T19:40:00.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying + Twister = Awesome</title><summary type='text'>How I would Like to Study/Write:Come finals time I always, for some class or another, find somewhere I can spread out aaaaaalllllll my papers for that class so that I can really get a good look at them. I guess having a real-live bird's-eye-view of them makes me feel like I'll get a bird's-eye-view representation of the material in my head.So if I had things my way, for this particular project, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/7772360333142578502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=7772360333142578502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/7772360333142578502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/7772360333142578502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2010/12/studying-twister-awesome.html' title='Studying + Twister = Awesome'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-406774203449646608</id><published>2010-11-27T22:27:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T18:18:36.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rule of "Good enough"</title><summary type='text'>I realized yesterday that I mostly live by the rule of "good enough".My clothes are always in piles on the floor or the bed, according to how dirty they are...it's not a perfect system, but it's good enough.There are always dirty dishes in the kitchen sink, but I do put away the perishable food...it's not a perfect system, but it's good enough.I always do the readings for class, but don't make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/406774203449646608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=406774203449646608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/406774203449646608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/406774203449646608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2010/11/rule-of-good-enough.html' title='The Rule of &quot;Good enough&quot;'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-5348360781525399981</id><published>2010-11-26T13:21:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T16:19:18.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You found me a what??</title><summary type='text'>Thanksgiving. My parent's car pulls up at my aunt's house with all four of us in it. We gather our things, step out, get the stuff from the trunk. My sister and I transfer Christmas presents from our trunk to my Grandmother's, who has come out onto the front porch to give directions. We finish, she smiles, gives me a hug, we exchange greetings... and then she drops the bomb."Honey, I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/5348360781525399981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=5348360781525399981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5348360781525399981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/5348360781525399981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2010/11/relatives.html' title='You found me a what??'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-215863704077875561</id><published>2010-11-22T23:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:45:48.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prolific</title><summary type='text'>I have looked it up. Every year so far I have written more posts in November than any other month. Go figure. I guess the stress of finals + life-readjustment + being cooped up inside again makes me want the creative outlet? Or maybe it's just the change of the seasons. I love autumn. I also love the word autumn and do not understand why it has gone out of fashion. Bring it back! It's so much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/215863704077875561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=215863704077875561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/215863704077875561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/215863704077875561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2010/11/prolific.html' title='Prolific'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-3819144318097512351</id><published>2010-11-22T16:20:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T16:39:47.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing Whiz?</title><summary type='text'>People keep telling me that if I ever wrote a book, they'd read it. I say, great, I don't have much of anything to say, but if I ever do, you'll be the first to know.How did I ever learn to write? Sometimes I wonder. My mom asked me yesterday how it was possible that I, growing up as many places and in as many different languages as I did, not learning how to read in English 'til I was 6? 7? - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/3819144318097512351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=3819144318097512351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3819144318097512351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3819144318097512351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2010/11/writing-whiz.html' title='Writing Whiz?'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-2812452216217624134</id><published>2010-11-21T10:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T09:48:32.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>list of...</title><summary type='text'>...things I don't want to deal with:1. the pilot light on my heater being out (with no hint as to how to light the stupid thing again, not to mention where exactly it is located).2. my dryer being broken (and my landlord's home warranty company being veeery particular about contractors and also conveniently closed-mouthed about it)3. my project for literacy class (surprise, I don't want to do my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/2812452216217624134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=2812452216217624134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/2812452216217624134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/2812452216217624134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2010/11/list-of.html' title='list of...'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-9165927059426674109</id><published>2010-11-19T22:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T22:09:56.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-movie thoughts</title><summary type='text'>From "The Young Victoria":In the end credits it says:"In memory of her husband, Victoria had his clotheslaid out every day until her death at the age of 81"And that's how I want it: only one. I don't want to try on guys like I try on clothes, to see if they fit.I want to pick one and go for it, and if it's not perfect, that's ok. Just one, for my entire life. Granted, it prob'ly won't be the fCA </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/9165927059426674109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=9165927059426674109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/9165927059426674109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/9165927059426674109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2010/11/post-movie-thoughts.html' title='Post-movie thoughts'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-6217267483485568102</id><published>2010-11-19T09:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T10:08:54.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fresh from waking</title><summary type='text'>I woke up twice today. You know how it goes. You wake up the first time to your alarm clock (you vaguely remember hearing it) and then decide, what the heck, you'll just sleep out today. You have time. And then you *try* to go back to sleep.The first time I woke up, I remembered nothing. It rarely happens to me that I'll wake up and not have a few thoughts about either what I was dreaming about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/6217267483485568102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=6217267483485568102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/6217267483485568102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/6217267483485568102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-woke-up-twice-today.html' title='fresh from waking'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-2124996981899359019</id><published>2010-11-14T23:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T23:27:22.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments</title><summary type='text'>This post is dedicated to remembering moments this weekend that were satisfying in one way or another.J not only openly told me about her relationship developments, she apologized for letting me guess before telling me - and then showed me a dinosaur of a digital camera and let me play with it, asking me to tell her, if I could, how it works.Cc and I had a moment bonding about feeling awkward not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/2124996981899359019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=2124996981899359019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/2124996981899359019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/2124996981899359019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2010/11/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-159437656405494832</id><published>2010-11-11T21:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T21:57:41.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How it all started</title><summary type='text'>The internet obsession.For me, it all started with a blog. Well, e-mail, really, but the real fascination came when I somehow got going writing a blog. It was wonderful. I could write things, like I always did, but instead of those things being just for me, my friends could read them. They wanted to read them.I lived for the comments; for the knowledge that someone out there (almost always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/159437656405494832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=159437656405494832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/159437656405494832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/159437656405494832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-it-all-started.html' title='How it all started'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-3970231920349982691</id><published>2010-11-11T21:12:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T22:04:35.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some nights...</title><summary type='text'>Some nights, you just have to bake cookies.Tonight, my kitchen is inundated with them.There are 72 so far... but there are at least two more batches to come.My roommate and I organized the ones that we have so far all onto one plate. I call it "the cookie-mountain at half-mast" - 'cause obviously we're not done yet.It's a normal-sized plate, of the variety you'd eat off on any regular night. We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/3970231920349982691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=3970231920349982691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3970231920349982691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3970231920349982691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2010/11/some-nights.html' title='Some nights...'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TNymU8FZ00I/AAAAAAAAAAw/XNvweGaeuMQ/s72-c/IMG_9967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-3109697339865590036</id><published>2010-11-09T16:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T15:31:07.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Literacy Log 3</title><summary type='text'>Love Him         in the morning when you see the sun a-rising      Love Him in the evening 'cause He took you through the         day      And in the in-between-time when you feel the pressure         coming      Remember that He loves you and He promises to stayI only ever knew the chorus to this song. It's encouraging to know that there's really only one verse, and that the chorus (above) was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/3109697339865590036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=3109697339865590036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3109697339865590036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3109697339865590036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2010/11/literacy-log-3.html' title='Literacy Log 3'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-4762478279026525611</id><published>2010-11-08T19:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T19:51:44.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear AT&amp;T</title><summary type='text'>dear at&amp;t: thank you for the internet service. I think you should know, though, that your bills don't make any sense. I passed both algebra and calculus (not to mention 5th grade) with flying colors, so I promise you I can both add and subtract. However, I cannot make heads or tails of your calculations, even with the help of a calculator and my roommate, who is a chemistry major. Please explain </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/4762478279026525611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=4762478279026525611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/4762478279026525611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/4762478279026525611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-at.html' title='Dear AT&amp;T'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-7161403055811077370</id><published>2010-11-07T13:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T13:27:09.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things I am thankful for today:that my apartment feels so much homier than a college dorm.that I don't have to smell pot on a regular basis.that I don't have to eat Sodexo all the time and can buy my own groceries.that I have friends who are very happy with me crashing at their place on a weekend.that there are grander stories to long for than just "living in the moment".and on the note of that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/7161403055811077370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=7161403055811077370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/7161403055811077370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/7161403055811077370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-i-am-thankful-for-today-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-4422830809588284166</id><published>2010-11-05T00:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:58:32.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies SOMEbody must have told me</title><summary type='text'>Sorry to be cryptic. Some things just need to be in Spanish. Please  don't go trying to translate- it's more for my own sanity that I've  written this than for your entertainment.                      -----De alguna manera me es inconcebible que yo sea jamás la amada de nadie. Eso tiene que ser una mentira, verdad? De dónde la he sacado?Pero aun y así, a mi parecer, suena verídico. Después de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/4422830809588284166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=4422830809588284166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/4422830809588284166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/4422830809588284166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2010/11/lies-somebody-must-have-told-me.html' title='Lies SOMEbody must have told me'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-2521473537588203656</id><published>2010-11-04T14:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T15:02:45.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwell</title><summary type='text'>Excuse me while I go throw up a few left-over friendships that were in my system last night. I just realized they went bad, and it's seriously upsetting my stomach. Just a moment -.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/2521473537588203656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=2521473537588203656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/2521473537588203656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/2521473537588203656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2010/11/excuse-me-while-i-go-throw-up-left-over.html' title='Unwell'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-3179541921132509232</id><published>2010-11-02T16:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T16:23:32.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftershave</title><summary type='text'>To that kid who was sitting in front of me:Next time, please go easy on the aftershave (or cologne, deodorant, whatever). Like, 999/1000ths easier. Don't force the rest of us to compulsively hold our breath for 45 minutes until, not being able to stand it anymore, we are compelled to get up in the middle of lecture to look for seats further back (by AT LEAST two rows) just so we can get away from</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/3179541921132509232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=3179541921132509232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3179541921132509232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/3179541921132509232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2010/11/aftershave.html' title='Aftershave'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433299310195258828.post-1376351477869600025</id><published>2010-11-01T23:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T19:10:55.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For the moment</title><summary type='text'>I miss you, you turd.I wish I could forgive you for being gone, and ignoring the fact that you live in the 21st century. I'm working on it, if for no other reason than it will be better for my own spirit to be rid of this hurt caused by missing you, wishing you would remember me fondly in a way that communicated itself to myself, somehow. I'm trying, now, to forgive you.But right now, until God </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/feeds/1376351477869600025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3433299310195258828&amp;postID=1376351477869600025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/1376351477869600025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433299310195258828/posts/default/1376351477869600025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penspart.blogspot.com/2010/11/for-moment.html' title='For the moment'/><author><name>Eschew Obfuscation!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18225902966963535019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtWKMHw0nXI/TKezQe8SxtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mWm5VJr7vTg/S220/IMG_9192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
