<?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-2706343521286047703</id><updated>2011-09-19T09:27:47.921-04:00</updated><category term='moving'/><category term='comforts'/><category term='new products'/><category term='media'/><category term='grasshopper'/><category term='nutrition'/><category term='books'/><category term='mindfulness'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='tattoos'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='snake'/><category term='nature'/><category term='leadership'/><category term='clarity'/><category term='home'/><category term='creativity'/><category term='existentialism'/><category term='memories'/><category term='slang'/><category term='conversations'/><category term='fireplace'/><category term='vegetarian food'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='family'/><category term='grapefruit'/><category term='internet'/><category term='video'/><category term='surrealism'/><category term='pop culture'/><category term='scrabble'/><category term='myspace'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='wind'/><category term='veterinarians'/><category term='work'/><category term='voting'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='reading'/><category term='magical realism'/><category term='election'/><category term='dentists'/><category term='giving'/><category term='music'/><category term='cats'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='gratitude'/><category term='dog'/><category term='relaxation'/><category term='libraries'/><category term='nanowrimo'/><category term='connecticut'/><category term='restrooms'/><category term='websites'/><category term='words'/><category term='food'/><category term='nablopomo'/><category term='public spaces'/><category term='volunteering'/><category term='husband'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='weird'/><category term='pesto'/><category term='film'/><category term='tea'/><category term='maps'/><category term='office lingo'/><category term='coincidences'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='camaraderie'/><category term='hawk'/><category term='red wine'/><category term='health'/><category term='writing'/><title type='text'>Word Byte</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-6040598862287819854</id><published>2010-12-23T05:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T06:03:08.464-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>About that list...</title><content type='html'>So, I obviously fell off the gratitude wagon. Not that it was intentional. I am actually very sad that I did not make it to the end, but life can just get too busy sometimes. I'm going to think of it as a pause instead of a failure and retake the effort in a couple weeks. So I'm be finishing the last 8 items (ahh, so close!) starting with the new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-6040598862287819854?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/6040598862287819854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=6040598862287819854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/6040598862287819854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/6040598862287819854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/12/about-that-list.html' title='About that list...'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-2037330206376582984</id><published>2010-12-02T20:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T20:36:06.983-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camaraderie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Gratitude: Day 22</title><content type='html'>Camaraderie. Not that this is at all what I had expected, or where I would have originally looked for it, but I'm glad we both have people individually and collectively that we share mutual respect and trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice meals. Food always tastes better when shared with those you love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-2037330206376582984?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/2037330206376582984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=2037330206376582984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/2037330206376582984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/2037330206376582984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/12/gratitude-day-22.html' title='Gratitude: Day 22'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-6502996049859994037</id><published>2010-12-01T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T20:42:59.204-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>Gratitude: Day 20</title><content type='html'>Creativity. My husband has taught me a lot about this. I have never felt overly crafty, artsy, or generally creative. But he has taught me that there is creativity in most things. We all look at things in our ways and we approach things from a unique angle. And I'm grateful to have the influence of his unique perspective on things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-6502996049859994037?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/6502996049859994037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=6502996049859994037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/6502996049859994037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/6502996049859994037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/12/gratitude-day-20.html' title='Gratitude: Day 20'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-8206361325190223361</id><published>2010-11-30T10:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T03:12:45.983-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Gratitude: Day 20</title><content type='html'>Helping people. I am fortunate enough to get to do work that is rewarding. Giving talks on health,  answering peoples' questions and working one-on-one with individuals gives me the opportunity to make the world a better place. Health really does start with food--but most people are too confused by what they see on television and/or find the topic too boring to give it much thought. I enjoy the challenge of combating those two issues and helping people to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Over the years certain experiences, even knowing certain people, really cemented a level of concern about people's relationship with food. In school, reading study after study and learning from progressive doctors, chefs, and authors, was an amazing experience--even eye opening for someone who had given the topic a lot of thought. I am grateful for all I've learned both in and out of the classroom. I am equally grateful for the opportunity to plant seeds that help people feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-8206361325190223361?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/8206361325190223361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=8206361325190223361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/8206361325190223361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/8206361325190223361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude-day-20.html' title='Gratitude: Day 20'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-3988396086393753640</id><published>2010-11-29T10:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T05:57:23.806-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Gratitude: Day 19</title><content type='html'>Pretty things to see. I recently added a few blogs to the blogroll I read just because they are pretty. I enjoy looking at the pictures. No need to make anything or buy anything or be told to buy something because everyone else has one. I love that there are people out there who dedicate their blogs to just looking at things, seeing the beauty in them and sharing that with other people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-3988396086393753640?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/3988396086393753640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=3988396086393753640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/3988396086393753640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/3988396086393753640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude-day-19.html' title='Gratitude: Day 19'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-3373094473014941570</id><published>2010-11-28T10:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T17:40:58.114-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Gratitude: Day 18</title><content type='html'>Reading. This is something I definitely value more as I get older. Not only do I appreciate having the skill to read but I appreciate the fact that I have so many stories to choose from. There are so many great books out there, I always have things I love to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also appreciate the fact that that there are so many options these days for how a person can read. You can buy books at a store, you can order online, you can use a book reader, or listen to an audio book, you can borrow books from a library, you can swap books online from people all over the world. I love all the options!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-3373094473014941570?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/3373094473014941570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=3373094473014941570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/3373094473014941570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/3373094473014941570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude-day-18.html' title='Gratitude: Day 18'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-6736851377419180171</id><published>2010-11-27T10:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T10:16:21.295-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Gratitude: Day 17</title><content type='html'>Family. Although for me and my husband family is really few and far between, we are grateful for family members that we do have and keep in touch with. They make our lives better with their support and understanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-6736851377419180171?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/6736851377419180171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=6736851377419180171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/6736851377419180171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/6736851377419180171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude-day-17.html' title='Gratitude: Day 17'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-594263869835220579</id><published>2010-11-26T10:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T10:17:43.507-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relaxation'/><title type='text'>Gratitude: Day 16</title><content type='html'>Relaxation. I love to work, but I also love having a four-day weekend once in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-594263869835220579?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/594263869835220579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=594263869835220579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/594263869835220579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/594263869835220579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude-day-16.html' title='Gratitude: Day 16'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-5966317416586138738</id><published>2010-11-25T10:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T02:56:38.604-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Gratitude: Day 15</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving. I've had a lot of Thanksgivings in a lot of different places, with a lot of different people over the years, and the thing that always strikes me is that no one does it the same. No two houses or families ever celebrate alike.&lt;br /&gt;But it seems like the tradition would be almost a carbon copy from home to home. I guess that speaks to how different families are themselves.&lt;br /&gt;There are aspects I notice such as: the level of formality, the location, the amount of religion involved, the food itself, the time of day, the conversation, the number of people, who cooks and why, and the length of the meal. Thanksgiving is a meal, but its also microcosm of a family's structure and I'm happy over the years to have been able to spend it with so many varied kinds of families in three different states.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-5966317416586138738?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/5966317416586138738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=5966317416586138738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/5966317416586138738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/5966317416586138738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude-day-15.html' title='Gratitude: Day 15'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-706378076033675425</id><published>2010-11-24T10:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T16:57:27.732-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comforts'/><title type='text'>Gratitude: Day 14</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we forget to be grateful for certain things like having heat in our homes in the winter time. It's easy to take those kinds of things for granted because it's something most of us have been able to count on all our lives.  But not everyone has had that kind of security. Even if it gets hard to pay for heat at times, it's not the same as having to face going without heat. And I am just thinking about the enormity of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-706378076033675425?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/706378076033675425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=706378076033675425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/706378076033675425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/706378076033675425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude-day-14.html' title='Gratitude: Day 14'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-4630189733683455942</id><published>2010-11-23T08:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T08:37:50.723-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>Gratitude: Day 13</title><content type='html'>My teapot and its accessories. Sounds a bit strange, but ever since I purchased this teapot (a couple of years ago) that you put hot water and loose leaves in, place over your cup when its done and it empties from the bottom, it has made having tea so much easier. Almost mindless but in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We already have a setup in our sink to use instant hot water (no boiling, yay!) so this is a super combo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go into the other tea accessories, but I was just thinking about how much I love the convenience of being able to have tea all the time without it being a hassle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-4630189733683455942?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/4630189733683455942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=4630189733683455942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/4630189733683455942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/4630189733683455942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude-day-13.html' title='Gratitude: Day 13'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-1490342951358979628</id><published>2010-11-22T06:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:44:56.964-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='websites'/><title type='text'>Gratitude: Day 12</title><content type='html'>Today, I am grateful for &lt;a href="http://www.damnyouautocorrect.com"&gt;Damn You Auto Correct&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This silly, little website cracks me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-1490342951358979628?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/1490342951358979628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=1490342951358979628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/1490342951358979628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/1490342951358979628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude-day.html' title='Gratitude: Day 12'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-5293628655676410285</id><published>2010-11-21T11:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T11:28:28.709-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>Gratitude: Day 11</title><content type='html'>I heard a story today that just broke my heart. It was told to me by a person whose life is also pretty heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I guess I am just grateful to have had a certain level of luck and the ability to try to make the best out of a bad situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really everything in life comes down to how we think about ourselves and what happens to us. Because everything we do, or don't do, stems from that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-5293628655676410285?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/5293628655676410285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=5293628655676410285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/5293628655676410285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/5293628655676410285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude-day-11.html' title='Gratitude: Day 11'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-5341207208580699290</id><published>2010-11-20T11:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T11:37:23.613-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='websites'/><title type='text'>Gratitude: Day 10</title><content type='html'>The Internet. I (vaguely) remember a time when I couldn't have (even incredibly obscure) questions answered just by typing a few words into a search bar. Not sure what I would do without Google now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-5341207208580699290?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/5341207208580699290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=5341207208580699290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/5341207208580699290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/5341207208580699290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude-day-10.html' title='Gratitude: Day 10'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-6300288026314391898</id><published>2010-11-19T21:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T22:10:59.987-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Gratitude: Day 9</title><content type='html'>Having a regular schedule. I remember in the past, working odd schedules like Wednesday through Sunday and odd times like noon to 9 pm. I remember a time when I worked three jobs: 8-12 at the first one, 1-4 at the second, and then 5-9 at the third. And I needed all the time in between to drive to the next location and eat in my car. It's a luxury to have one weekday job. OK, it's not quite one, but it's close enough to call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-6300288026314391898?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/6300288026314391898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=6300288026314391898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/6300288026314391898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/6300288026314391898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude-day-9.html' title='Gratitude: Day 9'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-2998272092276744830</id><published>2010-11-18T21:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T22:04:30.516-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libraries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='websites'/><title type='text'>Gratitude: Day 8</title><content type='html'>Wishlists. Especially Amazon. It's not just for buying things, it helps me organize books I plan to check out at the library as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-2998272092276744830?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/2998272092276744830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=2998272092276744830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/2998272092276744830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/2998272092276744830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude-day-8.html' title='Gratitude: Day 8'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-2837161523707609248</id><published>2010-11-17T21:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T22:17:07.449-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fireplace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Gratitude: Day 7</title><content type='html'>Fireplaces. This is the first place I've lived where the fireplace actually still worked. There is something about a fireplace that's unlike other experiences in the home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are generally so removed from what anyone would deem "natural." The fire and the wood and smoke and the flickering light in the dark is a novelty to us. But it somehow makes me feel connected to a past I never experienced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-2837161523707609248?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/2837161523707609248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=2837161523707609248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/2837161523707609248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/2837161523707609248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude-day-7.html' title='Gratitude: Day 7'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-1456998375192076232</id><published>2010-11-16T11:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:53:17.305-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clarity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>Gratitude: Day 6</title><content type='html'>Clarity. Even when something is hard to hear, it's better to know than not know. It's hard to come up with solutions to problems when you don't know what question to ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-1456998375192076232?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/1456998375192076232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=1456998375192076232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/1456998375192076232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/1456998375192076232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude-day-6.html' title='Gratitude: Day 6'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-1855029869565046736</id><published>2010-11-15T21:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:54:39.488-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pesto'/><title type='text'>Gratitude: Day 5</title><content type='html'>The combination of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesto sauce. Because it's just so yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny videos with cats jumping into boxes. And out of boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decent, but inexpensive red wine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-1855029869565046736?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/1855029869565046736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=1855029869565046736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/1855029869565046736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/1855029869565046736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude-day-5.html' title='Gratitude: Day 5'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-8132192183201405899</id><published>2010-11-14T20:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:04:25.034-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarian food'/><title type='text'>Gratitude: Day 4</title><content type='html'>Conversations with inspiring people. It can be easy to get run down doing the day-to-day things that need to be done. So knowing people who are positive and full of energy is wonderful on those low energy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good vegetarian restaurants. A few exist in Connecticut. I'm glad to have the opportunity to spend time at least one day a month at the near where I live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-8132192183201405899?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/8132192183201405899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=8132192183201405899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/8132192183201405899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/8132192183201405899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude-day-4.html' title='Gratitude: Day 4'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-7419561299840259096</id><published>2010-11-13T13:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T14:01:20.555-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>Gratitude: Day 3</title><content type='html'>My husband. Over the last two years I have watched my husband really come into himself and flourish. People have told him a lot in that time that he has become more and more like his father. I never had the opportunity to know my father-in-law, but I understand he was a well-respected man my husband can be proud to be compared to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been proud of my husband. I feel fortunate to have found such a loving, thoughtful man, and I continue to be impressed with him more and more every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-7419561299840259096?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/7419561299840259096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=7419561299840259096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/7419561299840259096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/7419561299840259096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude-day-3.html' title='Gratitude: Day 3'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-6356427710328897738</id><published>2010-11-12T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T13:38:35.777-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteering'/><title type='text'>Gratitude: Day 2</title><content type='html'>Dentists. I know it's a strange thing to be thankful for, but it's so important. But, I just came from there. I am so appreciative to have a dentist who cares as much as the one I have been going to for the last four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I volunteered at the Connecticut Mission of Mercy last year. It was humbling to be a part of that dental clinic where dentists volunteered to treat as many patients as they could in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total patients treated:  2,052&lt;br /&gt;Total value of charitable dental care:  $970,843&lt;br /&gt;Number of volunteers:  1,640&lt;br /&gt;Cities, towns, &amp;amp; villages represented:  266&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The location changes. The &lt;a href="http://www.csda.com/ctmom/ctmom.html"&gt;2011 clinic&lt;/a&gt; is scheduled to take place in April in Waterbury. If you want to be part of something important and worthwhile I suggest you check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-6356427710328897738?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/6356427710328897738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=6356427710328897738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/6356427710328897738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/6356427710328897738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude-day-2.html' title='Gratitude: Day 2'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-8016325773345306651</id><published>2010-11-11T13:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T14:02:47.846-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='veterinarians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>Gratitude: Day 1</title><content type='html'>I think it would be nice to think about the things I'm grateful for. I'm going to start today and continue for a month (Nov 11-Dec 11.) and list at least one thing I'm grateful for every day. The only rule is that it has to directly relate to something that has happened during that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm grateful for my dog still being healthy even though she's 13 years old. People never suspect she's that old. I notice because she only has about 20% of the energy she used to have, but other than sleeping more and being a bit more grumpy, she's still the same dog she was when I first found her in Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also grateful for vets. They might be expensive, but it's such a piece of mind to know they can, and truly do want to help her, when she's there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-8016325773345306651?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/8016325773345306651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=8016325773345306651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/8016325773345306651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/8016325773345306651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude-day-1.html' title='Gratitude: Day 1'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-8342161293808838900</id><published>2010-11-10T06:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T07:20:09.077-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving thoughts</title><content type='html'>Made a couple new dishes last night. Shredded Brussel sprouts with butternut squash and apples was one. The other was kale and olive oil mashed potatoes. I think they both came out nice, (and I loved that fact that the first dish reminded me of our wedding colors) but I'm trying to imagine the palette of a fourteen year old girl. I'll eat pretty much any vegetable so sometimes it's challenging to try and plan Thanksgiving food for other people. Well, back to the drawing board...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-8342161293808838900?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/8342161293808838900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=8342161293808838900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/8342161293808838900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/8342161293808838900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-thoughts.html' title='Thanksgiving thoughts'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-5113960768987215931</id><published>2010-11-09T07:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T07:34:46.493-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><title type='text'>More leadership thoughts</title><content type='html'>Writing about leadership yesterday reminded me of one of those "motivational posters" you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I'm thinking of is probably a parody, but it goes like this. A lion sits in the forefront and underneath it is the large word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;arrogance&lt;/span&gt;. Underneath that is this phrase: "The best leaders inspire by example. When that's not an option, brute intimidation works pretty well, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as a joke it's misguided. Intimidation is always the refuse of the small minded and the insecure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-5113960768987215931?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/5113960768987215931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=5113960768987215931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/5113960768987215931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/5113960768987215931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/more-leadership-thoughts.html' title='More leadership thoughts'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-1869828230492792243</id><published>2010-11-08T06:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T07:19:31.338-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><title type='text'>Leadership</title><content type='html'>I've come to realize that leadership is the most complicated thing in the whole world. Not only do you need to find a way to motivate and inspire a group as a whole, but you need to have a real relationship with each individual person as well. There's no short cut to that. It just takes time and effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-1869828230492792243?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/1869828230492792243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=1869828230492792243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/1869828230492792243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/1869828230492792243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/leadership.html' title='Leadership'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-4350655214149452115</id><published>2010-11-07T06:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T06:50:54.296-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Man mall</title><content type='html'>We went shopping at Cabela's, and I felt like I'd been inside a huge testosterone bubble by the time I left. Men everywhere, shopping alone or in groups of two. It was like a what a mall would be like if men designed it and could just sell guns, hunting gear, and meat grinders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into a conversation about men being drawn to destruction and whether it's innate or learned. There's so many reasons we can never really know, but I think it must be a combination of both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-4350655214149452115?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/4350655214149452115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=4350655214149452115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/4350655214149452115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/4350655214149452115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/man-mall.html' title='Man mall'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-3746361636946554654</id><published>2010-11-06T21:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T21:57:11.773-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='existentialism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Existential Struggle</title><content type='html'>"The best way is not to fight it, just go. Don't be trying all the time to fix things. What you run from only stays with you longer. When you fight something, you only make it stronger." -C. Palaniuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quote from a book I recently read by an author who is quickly becoming a new favorite (at least his early stuff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's similar to one of Neitzsche's famous quotes: "Battle not with monsters lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is interesting because recently I heard Palaniuk's works described as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Existentialism for Dummies&lt;/span&gt;. That's fine by me. As someone who has spent years studying that stuff I'd say it's about time someone made the topic more entertaining for the masses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-3746361636946554654?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/3746361636946554654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=3746361636946554654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/3746361636946554654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/3746361636946554654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/best-way-is-not-to-fight-it-just-go.html' title='Existential Struggle'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-5765184328460570766</id><published>2010-11-05T21:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T21:56:27.178-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grapefruit'/><title type='text'>Grapefruit</title><content type='html'>While at the dentist I thought the gloves the hygienist was wearing were grapefruit flavored. They weren't. But she told me I was the second person to have that exact olfactory hallucination since she had switched to this brand of gloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I ran across a grapefruit flavored beverage and ordered it even though I am not usually drawn to grapefruit. I think I was subliminally coerced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-5765184328460570766?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/5765184328460570766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=5765184328460570766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/5765184328460570766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/5765184328460570766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/while-at-dentist-i-thought-gloves.html' title='Grapefruit'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-5550763919138719023</id><published>2010-11-04T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T21:51:57.290-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrealism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magical realism'/><title type='text'>Surrealism vs Magical Realism</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or do these terms get used interchangeably these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a fan of surrealism, but I find magical realism somewhere between tedious and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrealism leaves some doubt as to whether the events could or could not have happened. Magical realism removes that doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am determined to read many more books that use magical realism as part of the story before I decide it's not for me. I do remember a time when I hated stream of consciousness, and now I can't believe I ever felt that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-5550763919138719023?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/5550763919138719023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=5550763919138719023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/5550763919138719023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/5550763919138719023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/surrealism-vs-magical-realism.html' title='Surrealism vs Magical Realism'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-248215028200954912</id><published>2010-11-03T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T22:06:21.157-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nanowrimo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Nanowrimo</title><content type='html'>Not going so well. But at least I've learned to be much more laid back since the last time I did it three years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking of something I heard a wildly successful writer say about writing. Usually, writers give the same advice. Even if you're not in the mood to write you should sit down and "move you hand across the page." Most of life is about showing up. This other writer said--in a rather crass way I won't repeat--if you don't feel like writing don't make yourself do it. Writing flows (I'm paraphrasing here) from inspiration not a sense of duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do still think most of life is about showing up, but he does have a point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-248215028200954912?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/248215028200954912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=248215028200954912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/248215028200954912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/248215028200954912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/nanowrimo.html' title='Nanowrimo'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-7624116353527441769</id><published>2010-11-02T21:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T21:22:45.597-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voting'/><title type='text'>Midterms</title><content type='html'>Planned on voting at the beginning of the day, ended up getting to the polls about 30 minutes before they closed. Some days are like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-7624116353527441769?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/7624116353527441769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=7624116353527441769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/7624116353527441769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/7624116353527441769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/midterms.html' title='Midterms'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-8622260455826485280</id><published>2010-11-01T22:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T22:58:57.665-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nanowrimo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nablopomo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>It's November...again</title><content type='html'>I may try my hand at this nablopomo thing again this year. I'm doing nanowrimo, so why not? November is all about ridiculous challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has changed in my life since the last time I did either. Funny how certain events can color our remembrances of a time, like a feeling so think it has weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel no-committal to most things these days, so I'll give it a few days before I really decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy November!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-8622260455826485280?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/8622260455826485280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=8622260455826485280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/8622260455826485280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/8622260455826485280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-novemberagain.html' title='It&apos;s November...again'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-8933667219603576545</id><published>2010-10-08T22:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T22:41:01.938-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grasshopper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>In the woods again</title><content type='html'>In the woods today I happened on a flutter in the distance. It had wings and was flying in place about four feet off the ground. I mistook it for a butterfly but as I got closer I could see it was the wings of a grasshopper. As I moved closer I looked for the invisible spider web that must be holding it in place. But there was none. The grasshopper closed its wings and landed on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Amazed I walked past. Then I changed my mind and decided to turn back now that my thoughts had been disrupted. As I turned around I jumped back as a snake slid away through the leaves and dry grass. The grasshopper opened its wings and flew-hopped away in two leaps as grasshoppers are more accustomed to doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-8933667219603576545?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/8933667219603576545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=8933667219603576545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/8933667219603576545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/8933667219603576545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-woods-again.html' title='In the woods again'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-7682477354612767814</id><published>2009-08-06T11:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T06:45:55.788-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hawk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>Hawk</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I saw a large leaf falling on the side of the road. But as I looked closer it turned out to be a hawk falling on top of its prey. Instead of flapping, it held its wings out long as if a parachute and slowly, but somehow quickly, dropped on something unseen in the grass. My eyes were drawn to its ferocious claws and then it disappeared into the grass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-7682477354612767814?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/7682477354612767814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=7682477354612767814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/7682477354612767814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/7682477354612767814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2009/08/hawk.html' title='Hawk'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-6071470931956342968</id><published>2009-06-26T11:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:40:36.168-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>Aristotle</title><content type='html'>Aristotle also loved maps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a collector of scrolls and constitutions as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll stick to maps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-6071470931956342968?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/6071470931956342968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=6071470931956342968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/6071470931956342968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/6071470931956342968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2009/06/aristotle.html' title='Aristotle'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-7167548005145739073</id><published>2009-06-22T15:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:56:48.840-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coincidences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>Overlap</title><content type='html'>Heard the same thing said about two very different people today. One came from a professor talking about Plato and the other was an interview with a writer for the Cobert Report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It can be difficult to know sometimes where the person ends and where the character begins. It's difficult to know if (Plato or Stephen Colbert) is really thinking the same thing as (Plato speaking as Socrates or the character Stephen Colbert plays). Sometimes there is overlap and it's not always clear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-7167548005145739073?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/7167548005145739073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=7167548005145739073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/7167548005145739073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/7167548005145739073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2009/06/overlap.html' title='Overlap'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-6336573514211094258</id><published>2009-06-21T11:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T06:49:20.940-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Singular breeze</title><content type='html'>In the woods today, I heard a sound that overtook my iPod. I turned it off to listen and I could hear the rolling, breeze coming through the leaves of the trees. It seemed to pick up momentum as it got closer and the birds flew away as if in anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It slammd into my bag like an invisible hand and then over and around it kept moving forward as it were an invisible train moving along an unseen track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood listening to it leave me behind and the rustling of the leaves around me as they settled down. Then I turned the iPod back on and continued on my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-6336573514211094258?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/6336573514211094258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=6336573514211094258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/6336573514211094258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/6336573514211094258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2009/06/singular-breeze.html' title='Singular breeze'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-5111648699317602452</id><published>2009-06-16T15:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:17:35.338-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>In the woods</title><content type='html'>I saw a tree today that was growing mostly horizontally to reach the sunlight across a clearing. In fact, the tree had been growing horizontally mostly from its base. Other trees nearby grew slanted after a point to try and reach the sun, but this tree started from a place that seemed like it felt where the sun would be years before it actually had a chance of getting near it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-5111648699317602452?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/5111648699317602452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=5111648699317602452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/5111648699317602452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/5111648699317602452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-woods.html' title='In the woods'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-7259517361367487215</id><published>2009-05-06T10:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:13:45.587-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>Does the bathroom cliche rule hold up?</title><content type='html'>They say going to the bathroom in a film is always a cliche. The character will only be in the room to 1) escape someone or something or 2) use the mirror for an epiphany. Does that mean that movies like Meet the Parents are revolutionary? In modern slap stick the bathroom is often used for a comic accident of some sort. But then, these type of films could just be creating a new aspect to the cliche.&lt;br /&gt;I am almost ready to say yes to that, but then I remember films like Psycho and What Lies Beneath. I am not sure the bathroom cliche holds up as well as some other cliches like: don't have sex in a horror movie if you want to live, or the bad guy's helicopters will always crash while the good guy's helicopter will spurt smoke but land safely, or even malfunctioning light bulbs always indicate trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-7259517361367487215?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/7259517361367487215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=7259517361367487215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/7259517361367487215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/7259517361367487215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2009/05/does-bathroom-cliche-rule-hold-up.html' title='Does the bathroom cliche rule hold up?'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-8170563445421819589</id><published>2008-11-30T21:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:00:40.395-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mindfulness'/><title type='text'>Ending and beginning</title><content type='html'>I'm finishing up nablopomo with this post. It was a fun challenge, but now I'm on to the next challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for the &lt;a href="http://givingchallenge.ning.com/video/2039308:Video:13035"&gt;29 day challenge&lt;/a&gt;. The idea is to give away 29 things in 29 days. You can start any time, but I decided to start on Thanksgiving which mean I will end the day after Christmas. It seemed like an appropriate time of the year to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already I've found that it's a bit difficult to decide what and who to give something to each day. I might have to do some brainstorming. I am sure I will learn a lot by the end of the &lt;a href="http://givingchallenge.ning.com/profile/Loucindy"&gt;29 days&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-8170563445421819589?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/8170563445421819589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=8170563445421819589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/8170563445421819589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/8170563445421819589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/ending-and-beginning.html' title='Ending and beginning'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-7563148675998287175</id><published>2008-11-29T21:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:33:56.266-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Seeing the finish line</title><content type='html'>Blogging every day has been challenging. Actually, that's not accurate. I do pretty much blog every day normally in one place or another. It's been the blogging consistently on one blog that has been challenging. It's a nice outlet for randomness though, so I will try to continue writing here in the future. Hmm, maybe I should have saved this post for tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-7563148675998287175?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/7563148675998287175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=7563148675998287175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/7563148675998287175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/7563148675998287175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/seeing-finish-line.html' title='Seeing the finish line'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-1611885161136620779</id><published>2008-11-28T21:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:01:26.423-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>You can swap that too?</title><content type='html'>We heard today that some people are opting to swap their homes instead of selling them. What an interesting idea. I think it would be difficult to make it work out-of-state, but it gives us something to think about. I hope in a few more years our lives won't be so up-in-the-air and maybe by then the housing market will recover. But if it doesn't--and we're ready to move--at least the possibility of swapping homes gives us another escape plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-1611885161136620779?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/1611885161136620779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=1611885161136620779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/1611885161136620779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/1611885161136620779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-can-swap-that-too.html' title='You can swap that too?'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-609617003609852521</id><published>2008-11-27T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T05:17:17.455-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2008</title><content type='html'>Bruce and I had Thanksgiving together this year just the two of us. It was nice to not have the stress of time schedules, and we ended up hanging out and cooking all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done cooking on Thanksgiving, but never everything from scratch. We didn't even make very many dishes, but it was quite a bit of work. Mentally more so maybe. We just don't do that much cooking these days. So, psychologically I think it's more tiring. My grandmother used to bake bread, can vegetables, do dishes, and cook stock as a daily routine. Today is just a different time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am most happy with the &lt;a href="http://www.sugar-skull.com/blog/79"&gt;pumpkin cupcakes&lt;/a&gt; we made. It was nice to have something traditional and non-traditional rolled into one. And other than the icing (we didn't have any vegan cream cheese) the cupcakes were vegan. I was actually amazed at how great they tasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-609617003609852521?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/609617003609852521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=609617003609852521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/609617003609852521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/609617003609852521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-2008.html' title='Thanksgiving 2008'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-1569003854537990602</id><published>2008-11-26T22:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:59:44.307-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new products'/><title type='text'>Pre-chewed pencils</title><content type='html'>As my husband pointed out, the &lt;a href="http://www.concentrate.org.uk/index.php?page=12"&gt;chair pad&lt;/a&gt; that doubles as a backpack is from a country outside the US and sold to students outside the US. Perhaps students in the UK are more body conscious than students in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside of that, the company has a second product that is also interesting. &lt;a href="http://www.concentrate.org.uk/index.php?page=117"&gt;Pre-chewed pencils&lt;/a&gt; are a unique novelty. If you don't chew your pencils I can't imagine you would want something like that. And if you do, you might feel disappointed that it's already partially pre-chewed. There must be a third category of pencil users to warrant such a product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not practical, but pretty funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-1569003854537990602?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/1569003854537990602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=1569003854537990602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/1569003854537990602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/1569003854537990602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/pre-chewed-pencils.html' title='Pre-chewed pencils'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-4418453852951366314</id><published>2008-11-25T22:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:37:18.510-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new products'/><title type='text'>Backpack or backpain</title><content type='html'>I came across an interesting product today. It's a &lt;a href="http://www.concentrate.org.uk/index.php?page=12"&gt;backpack and seat cushion&lt;/a&gt; in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wonder who this is really being marketed toward. If you are in high school you don't care if your plastic chair is hard. You're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;young&lt;/span&gt;. It doesn't bother you. That's why you also carry around 400 pounds of books and don't have any back pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is this really just another baby boomer product that is being discreetly disguised from the baby boomers themselves? It must be hard to market to people who are aging but want to maintain their self-delusional mentality of "we never got old."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I'm gonna keep a look out at coffee shops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-4418453852951366314?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/4418453852951366314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=4418453852951366314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/4418453852951366314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/4418453852951366314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/backpack-or-backpain.html' title='Backpack or backpain'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-9086553478357486424</id><published>2008-11-24T22:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:12:35.373-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteering'/><title type='text'>Finally, the interview</title><content type='html'>Tonight I was interviewed by a panel for possible appointment to the town's ethics commission. I've been on committees and board before but this is the first time I have considered doing anything political on any level. For this four-year position you get one evening to campaign for yourself and you never meet the other people who are being considered. So I hope I did ok. I'll just have to wait and see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-9086553478357486424?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/9086553478357486424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=9086553478357486424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/9086553478357486424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/9086553478357486424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-interview.html' title='Finally, the interview'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-7750486613345935914</id><published>2008-11-23T21:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:02:28.151-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Urban wear</title><content type='html'>While my husband was exploring &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/browse.html?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;marketplaceID=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;me=A28S5FMFYPYY7U"&gt;all the possibilities&lt;/a&gt; in urban wear, I ran across &lt;a href="http://www.urbangolfgear.com/spidercart/product.asp?id=150&amp;amp;catid=168"&gt;urban golf gear&lt;/a&gt;. Because sometimes you want to play golf, but you want more choices in your golf attire. I can't look at it too long though. I've got to get back to talking my husband out of that 36 inch thick hip hop dookie chain necklace he has his eye on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-7750486613345935914?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/7750486613345935914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=7750486613345935914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/7750486613345935914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/7750486613345935914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/urban-wear.html' title='Urban wear'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-2506108355943438909</id><published>2008-11-22T22:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:15:53.450-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>I love comments</title><content type='html'>I am so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://loucindy.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; has long been one of my favorite things on the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, one thing has always made me sad. No comment field. None. Why?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I added a comment section through a service called &lt;a href="http://disqus.com/home/#main"&gt;Disqus&lt;/a&gt;. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope random strangers leave me notes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-2506108355943438909?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/2506108355943438909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=2506108355943438909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/2506108355943438909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/2506108355943438909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-comments.html' title='I love comments'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-5716369362994457144</id><published>2008-11-21T16:02:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T18:17:15.979-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><title type='text'>Fun with mispronunciations</title><content type='html'>Last night we were continuing our delve into 30 Rock: Season 1 when we watched the episode titled Rural Juror. Tina Fey says the title came out of a meeting where she confessed to having trouble pronouncing both of those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking about reasons why some phrases are difficult to pronounce. For &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rural juror&lt;/span&gt; it's obviously the similarity of the sounds running together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some of my random thoughts on this subject:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the phrase &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Old Timer's&lt;/span&gt; disease come out of a confusion of understanding the phrase &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alzheimer's&lt;/span&gt; Disease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always been interesting to me that the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wolfies &lt;/span&gt;is an alternate name for the date rape drug's street name &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;roofies&lt;/span&gt;. (And actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wolfies &lt;/span&gt;makes a lot more sense if you think about it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some words that become more difficult to say when you are drunk. I have heard that if you want to know if someone is drunk just ask them to pronounce the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;specificity&lt;/span&gt;. Honestly though, that can be a bit difficult to say when sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thisamericanlife.org/"&gt;This American Life&lt;/a&gt; did an episode on misunderstandings in childhood that don't get corrected and then have embarrassing results one day in adulthood. One story was about a woman who thought pedestrian xing was pronounced as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pedestrian zing&lt;/span&gt; and was surprised when a co-worker said to her one day, "you know, xing isn't actually a word, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the phrases that come from other languages that people like to throw around like &lt;a href="http://www.realsimple.com/realsimple/content/0,21770,1135974-1,00.html"&gt;Chacun a Son Gout&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was only one word that I thought might have been created from a blurring of two words together. The word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cloot &lt;/span&gt;means &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cleft hoof&lt;/span&gt; and since I first heard it I wondered if somehow it was a bastardization of the two words because it was easier to say. OK, that's not a common word at all unless you are (I imagine) a Scottish sheep herder. There must be other phrases out there. Maybe I'm just thinking too hard. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-5716369362994457144?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/5716369362994457144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=5716369362994457144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/5716369362994457144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/5716369362994457144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-with-mispronunciations.html' title='Fun with mispronunciations'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-5557167177307077306</id><published>2008-11-20T22:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:11:08.255-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>Oprah</title><content type='html'>I was listening to a local radio show about books when this came up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person A: What do you think of Wally Lamb's new book?&lt;br /&gt;Person B: It's amazing. He's one of our best local authors in Connecticut.&lt;br /&gt;Person A: The book is set during the time of Columbine and seems so authentic.&lt;br /&gt;Person B: Here's a story about Wally Lamb that a lot of people don't know. When his first book started to get a lot of attention he got a call at school from Oprah. He picked up the phone and said, "Oprah, I can't talk to you. There's been a calamity." And he hung up on her. What had happened was a driver reaching for his beer* ran over two students and killed them. And Wally Lamb, as the school's director, felt he needed to be there for the family and help take care of the situation. Just a noble, noble man.&lt;br /&gt;Person A: Yes, a noble man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, come on. That's not noble. That would be the decent thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really got to stop listening to local talk radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In Connecticut it's completely legal to have an open can of liquor in your car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-5557167177307077306?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/5557167177307077306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=5557167177307077306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/5557167177307077306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/5557167177307077306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/oprah.html' title='Oprah'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-758544392579745227</id><published>2008-11-19T20:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:59:03.277-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>In a book and on the radio</title><content type='html'>I heard two food related things today that I thought were interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A friend suggested the book &lt;a href="http://www.michaelpollan.com/indefense.php"&gt;In Defense of Food&lt;/a&gt;. I read a passage today that really stuck with me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nutrition science has usually put more of its energies into the idea that the problems it studies are the result of too much of a bad thing instead of too little of a good thing...The epidemiologist John Powles has suggested this predilection is little more than a Puritan bias: Bad things happen to people who eat bad things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does seem like a historically negative take on diet and nutrition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/"&gt;NPR&lt;/a&gt; noted that people tend to eat in front of the TV but people tend not to eat while listening to the radio. They went on to suggest that radio might just be good for your health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, but there is probably some truth to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-758544392579745227?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/758544392579745227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=758544392579745227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/758544392579745227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/758544392579745227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-book-and-on-radio.html' title='In a book and on the radio'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-8720343347056543642</id><published>2008-11-18T12:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:59:22.401-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>I did not get around to posting here yesterday, but I did post on another blog. I am a bit sad about the fact that I missed it, but there was a lot going on yesterday and I ended up falling asleep. But a good conversation with a good friend is a good reason to let blogging slip my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reposting my &lt;a href="http://loucindy.tumblr.com/"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt; post below (and using the time stamp from over there). I hope it's ok to "fudge" a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="odd"&gt;                                                                                      &lt;span class="label user_1"&gt;Reporter:&lt;/span&gt; I know a lot of homeless sleep on heating grates in cold areas of the country. Does that harm them in any way? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="even"&gt;                                                                                      &lt;span class="label user_2"&gt;Doctor:&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                  No, they are just sleeping on them to try and keep warm.                                      &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="odd"&gt;                                                                                      &lt;span class="label user_1"&gt;Reporter:&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                  So it doesn't get too hot or cause any kind of complications?                                      &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="even"&gt;                                                                                      &lt;span class="label user_2"&gt;Doctor:&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                  No.                                      &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="odd"&gt;                                                                                      &lt;span class="label user_1"&gt;Reporter:&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                  When you practice "street medicine" do you try to keep them from sleeping on the grates?                                      &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="even"&gt;                                                                                      &lt;span class="label user_2"&gt;Doctor:&lt;/span&gt; [pause] No, it can really be a matter of life or death for people living on the streets in cold climates. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I usually like to keep tumblr light but my last few posts over there have been things that have shocked me. I really can't understand how the reporter could miss the point so completely. I suppose when you are warm and well-fed it's not so easy to understand the immediate problems other people might be facing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-8720343347056543642?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/8720343347056543642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=8720343347056543642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/8720343347056543642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/8720343347056543642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-6031591383959611399</id><published>2008-11-17T22:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:43:52.270-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Searching and searching and...</title><content type='html'>The internet makes our lives easier, except when it doesn't. Do you know this feeling? I have been searching my inbox for one email among 10,747 and I can't remember the company who sent it so my searches don't really get me anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been using Yahoo for years and just haven't made the switch completely to Gmail which is oh so superior. So I'm kicking myself in more than one way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, this email was sent at least nine months ago and I haven't needed it since, but suddenly it's the most important thing in the world to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If every email was a physical note I wouldn't have 10,747 of those puppies, so why is my cyber life so cluttered?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-6031591383959611399?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/6031591383959611399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=6031591383959611399' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/6031591383959611399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/6031591383959611399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/searching-and-searching-and.html' title='Searching and searching and...'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-8959828918198045764</id><published>2008-11-16T22:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:33:59.254-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrabble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><title type='text'>Scrabble fetish?</title><content type='html'>I really like playing Scrabble online. Always hated the board game, but for some reason the online version is very appealing to me. However, I have learned that not everyone plays Scrabble innocently. Some online players like to play an alternate version that includes coming up with dirty words while having "erotic chat." I always knew that if you can imagine a fetish it's probably out there, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scrabble&lt;/span&gt;? I think we can all understand how one thing could lead to another with Twister, but I never thought Scrabble could also lead to nakedness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-8959828918198045764?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/8959828918198045764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=8959828918198045764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/8959828918198045764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/8959828918198045764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/scrabble-fetish.html' title='Scrabble fetish?'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-6251559011057557905</id><published>2008-11-15T23:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:47:31.469-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>After a long week I've been contemplating the concept of family today. Families are supposed to be the people who know us the best and support us the most. But for many, many people family is really the people who understand us the least and act as obstacles to our happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while I am writing this I am watching Saturday Night Live. They are doing a skit about the strangeness of family rituals. Skits like these would not be as funny if families were not so dysfunctional. At least we get something out of all the craziness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-6251559011057557905?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/6251559011057557905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=6251559011057557905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/6251559011057557905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/6251559011057557905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-5219538633261197814</id><published>2008-11-14T22:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:20:22.706-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><title type='text'>Food thoughts</title><content type='html'>Today is the official end to my 12-week experiment with my diet. Now I have to decide where to go from here. I have lost 17 pounds which, of course, makes me happy. But I have also felt better in the last three months than in the last three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We use the term &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diet &lt;/span&gt;to mean two things. It is both the regular food one eats and the temporary change in the food one eats to lose weight. I wonder if the latter meaning for the word diet is a bastardization of the original term. Perhaps, diet used to mean an alternation to what one eats that is permanent, but we want a quick, easy, temporary fix--something we can change and then abandon after we get the result we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that cannot possibly work. I know I cannot go back to eating the way I was before. I really believe the preservatives, white flour, and high fructose corn syrup from the processed foods we ate some of the time is at least a component of the thyroid problem I was diagnosed with. I have no evidence, but I know that I've tried many different changes in food over the years and that people with thyroid problems cannot really lose weight without the help of medication. Suddenly, removing processed and artificial items, the problem seems to be reversing itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been a health nut, and I would still not label myself that. However, this experience has opened my eyes to something disturbing. All the things we eat to make our lives more convenient are just messing us up. What if the rise in health issues from acid reflux to gall bladder problems are because of the artificial things that go into keeping our food in a state it was never intended to be in. I cannot be sure, but I know from now on I am going to air on the side of a less "convenient" food lifestyle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-5219538633261197814?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/5219538633261197814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=5219538633261197814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/5219538633261197814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/5219538633261197814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/food-thoughts.html' title='Food thoughts'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-7801679782176896234</id><published>2008-11-13T23:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:15:10.493-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop culture'/><title type='text'>Neck tattoos</title><content type='html'>My husband and I often joke about neck tattoos. I don't know when it started or why, but for some reason we find the topic completely hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ran across &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/25/fashion/25tattoo.html"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we're not the only ones thinking about this topic. Maybe one day we will all have visible neck tattoos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-7801679782176896234?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/7801679782176896234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=7801679782176896234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/7801679782176896234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/7801679782176896234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/neck-tattoos.html' title='Neck tattoos'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-6030138307232274179</id><published>2008-11-12T22:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:03:46.357-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connecticut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>Main street</title><content type='html'>The road to our house was blocked off by police cars all night. Apparently a man was holed up in his house and armed with weapons. The news said police "had taken cover behind their cars." Main Street was apparently being swarmed with Middletown SWAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we heard four separate loud bangs that were more than an hour apart from the first to the last. You would think that a "shoot out" would be many loud bangs in quick succession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, now we're wondering if those two things are related.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-6030138307232274179?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/6030138307232274179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=6030138307232274179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/6030138307232274179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/6030138307232274179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/main-street.html' title='Main street'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-2595405307221612540</id><published>2008-11-11T22:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:57:02.197-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteering'/><title type='text'>On the whole</title><content type='html'>There is something I have noticed lately at the hospital. Most of the nurses (regardless of gender) are heavy. Most of the doctors (regardless of gender) seem to be fit. The non-medical office staff are overweight, while the volunteers seem the thinnest of all. I do not mean to sound judgmental; it's just something I have noticed. And I tend to be pretty unobservant, so when I say "most" I mean more than ninety percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although anecdotal evidence from a single hospital in one town is not great evidence, I wonder if this tends to be true at other hospitals. If so, what would that say? Is the work of a nurse more stressful than a doctor? Or does this reflect something about the attitudes or temperament of people in the two jobs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can understand the office workers, on a whole, being more heavy than the volunteers. The volunteers are usually running from place to place the entire time they are working. The office workers, as you would expect, are behind a desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the doctor-nurse dichotomy does not make sense to me. Working in a health care environment and not taking care of yourself seems counter intuitive. Besides the fact that it seems impossible considering how physical the job of a nurse is compared to a doctor, I wonder about the psychological aspect. Whether it is seeing the result of bad decisions made over a lifetime or seeing accidents that happen in a split second, shouldn't that make you take life less for granted? Or does it just numb a person after a while?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-2595405307221612540?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/2595405307221612540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=2595405307221612540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/2595405307221612540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/2595405307221612540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-whole.html' title='On the whole'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-1476589491338964487</id><published>2008-11-10T21:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:11:13.795-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Counting down books</title><content type='html'>Even though I have yet to finish my list of books to read for the year, I've already started thinking about what I'm going to be reading next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one big question on my mind right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I devote one whole year to reading all seven volumes of Proust? Or should I read one volume each year for the next seven years?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-1476589491338964487?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/1476589491338964487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=1476589491338964487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/1476589491338964487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/1476589491338964487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/counting-down-books.html' title='Counting down books'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-4091247841707383461</id><published>2008-11-09T19:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:18:25.126-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office lingo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slang'/><title type='text'>Office slang</title><content type='html'>Three new terms I learned today that are floating around offices lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Seagull manager --a manager who swoops in, makes a lot of noise, craps on everything, and then leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 404--an unusually clueless coworker (as in the 404 error message)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my personal favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Meatloaf--unsolicited mass e-mail circulated by friends or office mates, consisting of jokes, trivia or anecdotes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-4091247841707383461?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/4091247841707383461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=4091247841707383461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/4091247841707383461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/4091247841707383461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/office-slang.html' title='Office slang'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-977688648889095357</id><published>2008-11-08T20:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:15:45.263-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restrooms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public spaces'/><title type='text'>Public restrooms</title><content type='html'>After being out and about most of the day, I started to wonder something about public restrooms. Most parts of modern architecture and design are prefab. If you go to a Target in Rhode Island it's going to be the same as one in Kansas. A Subway in California is going to be exactly the same as one you'd find in Texas. But this modular design does not seem to work in the area of public restrooms. In public places like malls and convenience stores each bathroom seems as if it was the first draft of a never before attempted space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some usual problems: locks don't line up on the stall doors, stall doors leave huge spaces when closed that make you feel the door in inconsequential, toilet paper holders are so close to the floor as to make them almost unusable, toilet paper holders are so far away that they are almost unreachable, the toilet is so close to the floor you feel like you are sitting on the floor, the sides of the stall are so high you feel self-conscious, or possibly the door comes so close to the toilet you can't actual get into the stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So curious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-977688648889095357?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/977688648889095357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=977688648889095357' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/977688648889095357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/977688648889095357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/public-restrooms.html' title='Public restrooms'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-5506162113130583020</id><published>2008-11-07T21:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:50:17.390-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myspace'/><title type='text'>The Myspace problem</title><content type='html'>A friend invited me to Myspace back in 2004. I joined and promptly did not sign in again until 2006. That same week everyone I knew seemed to be signing up for Myspace. "It's two dimensional and gaudy," I thought, "but heck I'm game." I proceeded to use Myspace heavily over the next year and then completely lost interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only use Facebook now. Some of my friends have even deleted their accounts on Myspace and I've signed in a total of three times this year. While I do not see myself returning to Myspace, I have a problem. I blogged on Myspace a lot. I checked and I have eighteen pages of blogging. I could just delete the account, but deleting is so...permanent. And that makes me uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving myself cyber issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-5506162113130583020?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/5506162113130583020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=5506162113130583020' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/5506162113130583020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/5506162113130583020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/myspace-problem.html' title='The Myspace problem'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-6969155034741038636</id><published>2008-11-06T22:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:52:14.985-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><title type='text'>Food not so fast</title><content type='html'>I have been very interested in nutrition in the last few months. I have made some major changes like taking up a European shopping habit of buying small amounts of food every day. I have started cooking and even collecting recipes. Thinking about food is a big change for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This started back in September for a variety of reasons, but it's been quite enlightening. I have increased fruits, vegetables, and nuts. I have eliminated sugar, high fructose corn syrup, dairy, white flour, preservatives, and processed foods. I also decreased starches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I've learned:&lt;br /&gt;1. If you change your food habits people may think you are having some kind of crisis.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you stick to those changes many people will think you are having a major life crisis.&lt;br /&gt;3. If you tell strangers that you are not eating this or that they will assume you are a health nut.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you lose weight while doing this people are likely to tell you that you can't possibly be getting enough fill-in-the-blank in your diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Americans think that it's good to eat a fruit or a vegetable once in a while--and it's better to tell people that you try to get as many as possible--but if you actually do it that makes you a bit odd. I don't know. I wonder if others have had similar experiences trying to alter a diet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-6969155034741038636?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/6969155034741038636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=6969155034741038636' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/6969155034741038636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/6969155034741038636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/food-not-so-fast.html' title='Food not so fast'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-906817858967637052</id><published>2008-11-05T22:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:19:06.147-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>Post election emotions</title><content type='html'>I am suprised at how much of a roller coaster day it has been: from getting a little teary watching &lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2008/11/05/earlyshow/main4574642.shtml"&gt;Maya Angelou&lt;/a&gt; get choked up about the election, to feeling bad for McCain's bad luck and bad decisions, from feeling inspired by the possibilities of a new direction after listening to &lt;a href="http://elections.nytimes.com/2008/results/president/speeches/obama-victory-speech.html"&gt;Obama&lt;/a&gt;'s victory speech, to becoming completely horrified and outraged at &lt;a href="http://realclearpolitics.blogs.time.com/2008/11/05/nader-calls-obama-uncle-tom/"&gt;Nader's comments&lt;/a&gt;, and then finally to laughing at &lt;a href="http://www.southparkstudios.com/"&gt;South Park&lt;/a&gt;'s election perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I was really touched and amazed that so many people were so choked up about the election's result. But I have to wonder...did the historic nature of the election's result just hit people at the end--including the reporters? And was that because no one really believed it would happen? And if so, what does that say in itself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-906817858967637052?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/906817858967637052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=906817858967637052' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/906817858967637052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/906817858967637052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/post-election-emotions.html' title='Post election emotions'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-5664665726906831306</id><published>2008-11-04T13:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:09:20.263-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connecticut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voting'/><title type='text'>Meanwhile outside the polls</title><content type='html'>I live in a weird town. Here's my latest example. We went to the polls to vote today in East Hampton. There was a long line winding all the way through the school, out the doors, and down the sidewalk. There were supposed to be two lines: one for A-L streets and the other for L-Z streets. The silliest part was that if you lived on an L-Z street there was no waiting. You could just walk right in. A poll worker yelled at the line every minute or so telling L-Z people to just go right in and that they were in the wrong line. Most people seemed to know this routine though and didn't have to be told. Does it really make sense to have two lines if you haven't taken into account that there are way more streets starting with A-L in town than L-Z?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-5664665726906831306?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/5664665726906831306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=5664665726906831306' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/5664665726906831306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/5664665726906831306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/meanwhile-outside-polls.html' title='Meanwhile outside the polls'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-3901785551073913797</id><published>2008-11-03T16:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:17:49.488-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libraries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteering'/><title type='text'>Busy days</title><content type='html'>About ten minutes after I arrived at Middlesex Hopspital today to start my day of volunteering another volunteer showed up. Usually working alone I asked what was up.&lt;br /&gt;"Before you started there were always two volunteers on Mondays," she said. "It's the busiest day of the week, and the department didn't think it was fair to make you do all this by yourself. So I'm going to work with you." I was thinking, "Oh, you are here to make things less stressful for me? Crap."&lt;br /&gt;I like the uncertain, fast-paced nature of what I do at the hospital. It's exhausting but also challenging. I guess it will be nice to have someone to talk to and I won't feel so guilty if something comes up and I miss a day, but I did like the break-neck pace.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that is 180 degrees from what I spent the last eight years doing in libraries. So, I think I've learned something about myself today. Maybe this will help me figure out what I want to do next. At least I feel more certain that I made a good decision getting out of the library field.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-3901785551073913797?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/3901785551073913797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=3901785551073913797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/3901785551073913797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/3901785551073913797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/busy-days.html' title='Busy days'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-7718143059393485273</id><published>2008-11-02T07:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:52:18.513-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Something new</title><content type='html'>I decided to start this blog because I have participated in &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/133964"&gt;nanowrimo &lt;/a&gt;for two years but this year I need a new challenge. The first year of nanowrimo I was ecstatic to have started and finished a novel. The second year I was happy with my story more than the first. But it is very, very draining. And I have not taken one moment to edit either one of those drafts. So this year's attempt is going to be half-hearted. I can already feel it. I have thought about participating in &lt;a href="http://www.nablopomo.com/"&gt;nablopomo &lt;/a&gt;since first hearing about it (the same year I heard of nanowrimo). So this is going to be the year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-7718143059393485273?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/7718143059393485273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=7718143059393485273' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/7718143059393485273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/7718143059393485273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/something-new.html' title='Something new'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706343521286047703.post-4343135516139248177</id><published>2008-11-01T22:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:52:36.469-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Finding a name</title><content type='html'>In trying to come up with a name for this blog, I tried &lt;a href="http://www.wordbite.blogspot.com/"&gt;wordbite &lt;/a&gt;and then &lt;a href="http://www.wordbites.blogspot.com/"&gt;wordbites&lt;/a&gt;. Both were taken and have been defunct for three to five years. I can't help but wonder if blogger needs some system of recycling urls. I am sure there were many enthusiastic people  in 2003 who thought they would become regular bloggers who soon lost interest. And you know those people have all the best names out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for me, I settled on Word Byte because it's actually more fitting since I'm writing words on a computer. Maybe others out there have not been so lucky and live in anguish of the url that never was. This may become a cyber-pandemic at some point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706343521286047703-4343135516139248177?l=wordbyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/feeds/4343135516139248177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706343521286047703&amp;postID=4343135516139248177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/4343135516139248177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706343521286047703/posts/default/4343135516139248177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordbyte.blogspot.com/2008/11/finding-name.html' title='Finding a name'/><author><name>Loucindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671818380502295299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58LEXruOtAs/SyhKymRJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAms/F7OEP0ZRRMc/S220/Lou_pix2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
