<?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-3836205882838392693</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:45:44.374-08:00</updated><category term='newspaper'/><category term='free spirit'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='games'/><category term='dream'/><category term='[sic]'/><category term='West Wing'/><category term='Press A'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Election Day'/><title type='text'>Rose, Rising, Will Rise</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-4043672544011467003</id><published>2009-02-10T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T04:40:28.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry...</title><content type='html'>Posts will be up later, to make up for me being busy or lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-4043672544011467003?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/4043672544011467003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=4043672544011467003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/4043672544011467003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/4043672544011467003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry.html' title='Sorry...'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-8601415518099015055</id><published>2009-01-24T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T07:20:41.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First week, or, I am so tired.</title><content type='html'>First week update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was majorly eventful. Classes started, I met the best Professor ever, and I started work again. Oh yeah, and a new President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule this semester includes:&lt;br /&gt;English 102&lt;br /&gt;Intro to Comparative Politics&lt;br /&gt;America and the World&lt;br /&gt;Cultural History of the NYPD&lt;br /&gt;and Intro to Digital Photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to one of each of these classes, before deciding that I hate the TA teaching Intro to Comp Politics. He assigned us three textbooks, which would cost me nearly $300 used. He also told us about some major assignments we would have to do, and he had the most boring voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my America and the World professor, on the other hand, is quite possibly already in my top five favorite teachers ever. She's technically a Dr of Political Science, she obviously is passionate about it, and she's funny. And she gave me a special permission code, so I'm switching into her Intro to Poli class. I attended one of her classes later in the week, and it was filled with students who were older and knew their way around the department. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that I had met my English professor before, when I interviewed his wife for &lt;a href="http://media.www.rutgersobserver.com/media/storage/paper822/news/2008/12/16/News/civic.Ambassadors.At.RN-3581967.shtml"&gt;a story on student ambassadors from Syria.&lt;/a&gt; He seems okay as a teacher so far, but mandatory freshman writing is boring, so I hope he'll try to make it more interesting than last semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cultural History of the NYPD is already shaping up to be the WTF course of the year. Though there have been a few books written about the NYPD, there are no textbooks, so the professor made two of them from hundreds of articles he wrote and found. The problem: instead of putting them online, he gets them bound by a copy shop. $130 for them. But he makes up for it by teaching a very interesting class. Later this year he will do a walking tour of NYC, pointing out places of violence, riots, and other things of interest to a police department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Intro to Digital Photo. This class will be very little "How to use your camera" and very much "How to make pictures look better in Photoshop. Of course, this is cool with me. I know how to do a little in Photoshop already, mostly from messing around at newspaper and from playing with paint.net and Gimp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I started working again, 16+ hours a week. And newspaper. And I attended an RA interest meeting. BUSY BUSY BUSY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-8601415518099015055?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/8601415518099015055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=8601415518099015055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/8601415518099015055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/8601415518099015055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-week-or-i-am-so-tired.html' title='First week, or, I am so tired.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-6633527634265951081</id><published>2009-01-21T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:41:46.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo. Paper.</title><content type='html'>To be honest, I'm not thrilled with my coverage. I didn't have the time or space to cover it properly. http://media.www.rutgersobserver.com/media/storage/paper822/news/2009/01/20/News/Violence.In.Gaza.Sparks.Worldwide.Protests-3590482.shtml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm less than thrilled with the rest of the paper. I miss working with broadsheet. Tabs are ugly. Layout is cookie-cutter, with massive pull quotes instead of art for most stories. Seriously, I'm compiling my ideas, and then I'm going to pitch a redesign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO: FOR SOME REASON WE DON'T RUN STORIES ON PAGE ONE. THIS BUGS ME SO MUCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-6633527634265951081?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/6633527634265951081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=6633527634265951081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/6633527634265951081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/6633527634265951081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2009/01/woo-paper.html' title='Woo. Paper.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-857470262513443859</id><published>2009-01-19T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:53:37.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back</title><content type='html'>The new semester technically does not start until tomorrow, but I'm already exhausted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to campus on Wednesday, and hung out with Greg and worked on the &lt;a href="www.rutgersobserver.com"&gt;Observer&lt;/a&gt;. It wasn't until last night I realized how much I missed doing layout. Maybe I should revise my career goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into the office at eight, spent about a half-hour getting my stuff together and another half-hour working with my photos, then marathon laid out the news section. I was done before midnight, and was pretty satisfied with the results. Sarah, my EIC, said she liked them too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part of my position so far was having to make an entire page from scratch when some of the writers didn't produce, in 12 hours. The second hardest was, after deciding that the page will be about Gaza and the protests around the world, summarizing the conflict into three paragraphs, especially after not being exactly up-to-date on what was happening. Hooray research!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-857470262513443859?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/857470262513443859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=857470262513443859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/857470262513443859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/857470262513443859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-back.html' title='Getting back'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-148511388093930267</id><published>2009-01-15T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T18:23:42.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One year ago...</title><content type='html'>I received a thin cardboard envelope in the mail, with the news that I had been selected as one of the Free Spirits 2008. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set up a facebook group about three hours later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got a message from the male Free Spirit from Delaware, asking about the conference. I can no longer remember the whole trip, but so much came rushing back. Crosswords on bus 2, WWII monument in the rain, Betty Baye- "In the dark, he looks like Denzel Washington, turn the light on and he's Flava Flav!", Matt Rist- "I look like Denzel Washington in the dark.", shaking Tim Russert's hand, the Gala, dancing on the boat until the lights downstairs flickered, "Giant Panda", ME Katie and I putting the green team ahead, only to lose every round after, accents, and finally realizing that I was so over high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has changed in a year, but the Free Spirit conference cemented one thing in my head: Free Spirits will change the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-148511388093930267?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/148511388093930267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=148511388093930267' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/148511388093930267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/148511388093930267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-year-ago.html' title='One year ago...'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-514036783229342909</id><published>2009-01-12T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:30:28.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what have I been up to?</title><content type='html'>Sleeping. Eating salads. Reading roleplaying books. And knitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like you to meet the best hat ever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SWvum7Mk_1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/aprCSAEe3Mk/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SWvum7Mk_1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/aprCSAEe3Mk/s400/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290584539769667410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-514036783229342909?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/514036783229342909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=514036783229342909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/514036783229342909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/514036783229342909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-what-have-i-been-up-to.html' title='So what have I been up to?'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SWvum7Mk_1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/aprCSAEe3Mk/s72-c/DSC_0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-1903296839560694026</id><published>2009-01-05T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:44:30.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[Sic]: Oops.</title><content type='html'>Mom: Hey Carol, how come the bathrooms weren't cleaned like I asked?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, I thought I dreamed that conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I did not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-1903296839560694026?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/1903296839560694026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=1903296839560694026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/1903296839560694026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/1903296839560694026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2009/01/sic-oops.html' title='[Sic]: Oops.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-1561051856643622912</id><published>2009-01-05T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:39:04.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Your Passion</title><content type='html'>For Christmas, my dad gave me a copy of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Huffington Post Complete Guide to Blogging&lt;/span&gt;. The thing I took most to heart? "Blog your passion." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I'm not feeling particularly passionate at the moment. People who know me well know that I absolutely love trivia. Any kind of mutinae, no matter how useless, is interesting to me in small doses. This makes it really, really difficult to choose one thing to focus on for too long. I'm considering following in the footsteps of A.J. Jacobs and reading the Encyclopedia, just so I always have something new to talk about. By the way, look at his books: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Know-It-All&lt;/span&gt;, about him reading Encyclopaedia Britannica, and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Year Of Living Biblically&lt;/span&gt;, which is exactly what it sounds like. Both are interesting, humorous, and introspective stories about his quests to find something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go through stages in my life where I obsess over something, learning everything I can. Ask me trivia about Harry Potter, Monty Python, the Beatles or King Arthur. I dare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not sure what to blog about, other than the random stuff I am already doing. I'm thinking about a series of reviews of the web comics and serial novels I read, or possibly posting a serial novel of my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-1561051856643622912?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/1561051856643622912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=1561051856643622912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/1561051856643622912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/1561051856643622912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-your-passion.html' title='Blog Your Passion'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-6244236206665866671</id><published>2009-01-01T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:10:01.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions!</title><content type='html'>1. I will post in this blog more. And I will post about more serious things.&lt;br /&gt;2. I will maintain at least a B in all of my classes.&lt;br /&gt;3. I will not miss deadlines for the paper.&lt;br /&gt;4. I will post in my new photo blog &lt;a href="lookingglasslens.blogspot.com"&gt;Looking Glass Lens&lt;/a&gt; at least three times per week.&lt;br /&gt;5. I will see the Free Spirits again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-6244236206665866671?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/6244236206665866671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=6244236206665866671' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/6244236206665866671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/6244236206665866671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions!'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-9136342777329475161</id><published>2008-12-31T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:56:26.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So close to the New Year....</title><content type='html'>I'll have my resolutions done for a post tomorrow. Tonight is for a party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, tonight is for a little retrospective on the things that really changed my life this past year. I will narrow it down to three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, and possibly the most obvious, is my acceptance and enrollment at Rutgers. Throughout high school I was a bit of a slacker, only applying myself to the things I really cared about. College has been good to me and for me. Now, instead of lazing around and letting the consequences roll off my back, I actually do what I'm supposed to. That means balancing a full course-load of school work, a 20 hour per week job, and an editorial position on the newspaper. And I love it. I am not sad to have left high school behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I would have to place my time spent with the Free Spirits. I include our flurry of facebook activity as we received our letters of acceptance in this, as well as our refusal to let go. (Oh yeah, and the actual conference.) Journalism, especially print journalism, is not a thriving profession right now. But I sincerely believe that the 102 young adults that gathered for a week in March will change the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, most definately not least, is the passing of my high school journalism teacher, my mentor, and my friend, Jane Hopper. I met her my freshman year of high school, when I was just 14, and all I knew about journalism was that my favorite character on the West Wing was CJ, and all I knew about writing was that I was good at it. I never expected to end up where I am, and it is all thanks to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried several times this year to express in writing how much she meant to me and how much I miss her. Ironically, this is the one thing I cannot do to my satisfaction. Nothing works. But I know she knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-9136342777329475161?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/9136342777329475161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=9136342777329475161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/9136342777329475161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/9136342777329475161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-close-to-new-year.html' title='So close to the New Year....'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-264709686620488478</id><published>2008-12-21T20:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:13:50.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what I did today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SU8Q-UjMgEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RN2HP6mTrXw/s1600-h/tistheseason.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SU8Q-UjMgEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RN2HP6mTrXw/s400/tistheseason.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282459550783144002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sledding: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Verb&lt;/span&gt; The act of throwing oneself, and possibly others, down an snowy or icy incline, on a specific toy intended for such activity. May result in wet clothes, bruises, and general soreness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Em's request I led an expedition to the local sledding hill, accompanied by a few other neighborhood kids. It was massive amounts of awesome, especially because we pulled out the old mini-luge that I won in a mini-luge competition when I was 12. It is still the best sled ever invented. At the end of our quest (when my jeans were finally to soaked for me to just tough it out any longer) we linked two sleds together for the final run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 sleds + 6 youths, ages 11 to six days shy of 19 + well-iced sled hill =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SU8T6IsuVII/AAAAAAAAAFg/JS4iOvo65qs/s1600-h/sledding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SU8T6IsuVII/AAAAAAAAAFg/JS4iOvo65qs/s400/sledding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282462777417290882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-264709686620488478?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/264709686620488478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=264709686620488478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/264709686620488478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/264709686620488478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2008/12/guess-what-i-did-today.html' title='Guess what I did today'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SU8Q-UjMgEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RN2HP6mTrXw/s72-c/tistheseason.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-3879457640199042570</id><published>2008-12-19T09:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:58:20.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose, Rising presents... presents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SUvX6oITcHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JX5qgjSNM00/s1600-h/tistheseason.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SUvX6oITcHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JX5qgjSNM00/s400/tistheseason.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281552390226669682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will, eventually, get the post on Christmas music like a promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I finally tracked down where and when I can watch the West Wing, Bravo at 8:00 and 9:00 am. So I have been celebrating my new-found "free time" and watching it each morning. It is in season three, at the moment, and today they aired one titled "Bartlet for America." Season 3's Christmas episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the festive decor, there is very little separating this episode out from the others as a holiday show, unlike the two previous Christmas episodes. No, it is much more somber, as the characters deal with the outcome of the President hiding his MS from the people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in this episode, President Bartlet gives a present to Leo, a framed napkin with "Bartlet for President" written on it in pen. It is the same napkin that Leo gave him when he proposed the then-governor's run for president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next episode (which also ran today) Charlie gave the President a replica of a map of the Holy Land in the 1700s. Throughout the show, the rest of the cast advises the President to not hang it in the White House, as it does not recognize Israel. He thinks that they are being stupid, as Israel did not exist then. Naturally, as he can use now use it to irritate the other characters, he loves the map even more.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is the best present that you have received? I can't decide on one for me, I'll let you know when I narrow it down to three or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-3879457640199042570?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/3879457640199042570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=3879457640199042570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/3879457640199042570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/3879457640199042570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2008/12/rose-rising-presents-presents.html' title='Rose, Rising presents... presents'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SUvX6oITcHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JX5qgjSNM00/s72-c/tistheseason.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-6568375692100802918</id><published>2008-12-11T18:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:10:44.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SUHOYxOuxHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/2pC-MA0Xn1s/s1600-h/tistheseason.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SUHOYxOuxHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/2pC-MA0Xn1s/s400/tistheseason.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278727163182236786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I said Holiday, and not Christmas. No, this has nothing to do with being a secular liberal and everything to do with celebrating more than one holiday in between mid-November and January 1st. I was thinking about writing about Christmas music, but that's a post far too long to write before the Daily Show comes on. I also need to do more research on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a menu of goodness that reminds me of of the holidays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appetizers: &lt;br /&gt;My family isn't really big on appetizers. Possibly because my mom always buys Girl Scout nuts to put out, and always forgets. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soup: &lt;br /&gt;My mom usually makes fish pho (said fuh, and is supposed to have a particular accent mark, but I don't know what it is)  for dinner on Christmas Eve. But there is a new family favorite. Squash soup. It made its debut this Thanksgiving, and was delicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entree:&lt;br /&gt;There are all the classics like Thanksgiving turkey and Christmas ham. Screw that, I'm going to talk about lasagna. Specifically, chicken alfredo lasagna. My second-favorite holiday dish, it is my annual request for my birthday dinner. (Dec. 27, for those who might not know.) Mmmm, so good.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Side:&lt;br /&gt;This year at the family "What I'm thankful for" session, I was thankful for the mashed sweet potatoes with marshmallows. Seriously, they are the most delicious stuff ever. Easily makes the list as my most favorite holiday food ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert: Christmas cookies. You will get a review of them soon, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack: Candy canes! Most years Dad has brought home a box of these sweets that we spend five minutes adding to the tree, and the rest of the season taking off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink: Eggnog! Okay, it tastes like weird vanilla and has the same consistency as melted ice cream. But that's what makes it so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In prep for next week's blog, what is your favorite Christmas song?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-6568375692100802918?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/6568375692100802918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=6568375692100802918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/6568375692100802918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/6568375692100802918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-food.html' title='Holiday Food'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SUHOYxOuxHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/2pC-MA0Xn1s/s72-c/tistheseason.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-4823895540756333265</id><published>2008-12-11T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:31:42.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CORRECTION</title><content type='html'>In my Dec. 7 post entitled Tree Time pt. 2, I incorrectly identified an ornament as the Starship Enterprise. It is in fact the Starship Voyager. I regret the error.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-4823895540756333265?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/4823895540756333265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=4823895540756333265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/4823895540756333265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/4823895540756333265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2008/12/correction.html' title='CORRECTION'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-5902143715528064410</id><published>2008-12-08T11:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:36:34.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promotion!</title><content type='html'>I am now officially the Observer's NEWS EDITOR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-5902143715528064410?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/5902143715528064410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=5902143715528064410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/5902143715528064410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/5902143715528064410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2008/12/promotion.html' title='Promotion!'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-8744404095765596016</id><published>2008-12-07T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:30:07.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree Time pt 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STyFMvW5sBI/AAAAAAAAADo/-oXOHfC_k4o/s1600-h/tistheseason.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STyFMvW5sBI/AAAAAAAAADo/-oXOHfC_k4o/s400/tistheseason.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277239317288824850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas trees, to an extent that will not be made wholly apparent by the random pictures I took before heading back to college today. Even now, as I look back at what I decided to photograph, I wonder why I skipped some of the family favorites, such as our blue hippo. Or covered bridge. OR MY SPACESHIPS! Clearly, this will need to become a three part series, with an update on more family memories when I'm home to take pictures of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STyHPis2SOI/AAAAAAAAADw/bY3foBB32J8/s1600-h/IMGP1545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STyHPis2SOI/AAAAAAAAADw/bY3foBB32J8/s400/IMGP1545.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277241564454078690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one side of our tree. Why did I only do one side? I'm not sure. Also, there is an angel on top of it now, but that didn't go up before I had to give Mom her camera back. Oh, and there is a train set underneath, one large enough for all twenty seven cars and five engines we own. We take Christmas very seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STyI5cPhoHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZLrOJwR3wFQ/s1600-h/IMGP1546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STyI5cPhoHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZLrOJwR3wFQ/s400/IMGP1546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277243383786610802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The golden pear! Over a decade ago, we had a tree calamity, where the tree fell, and many of the ornaments broke. My grandparents on my father's side gave us a few of theirs after, to help replenish our collection. This highly-reflective pear is one of them, and one of Dad's favorites.&lt;br /&gt;The yellow ribbon in the upper left is one of our oldest traditions--a reminder that not everyone is as lucky as we are to have our family safe and near for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;The sequined green and yellow ornaments are part of a set of six and are the oldest ones we have. They are from Mom's side of the family, and pre-date her by at least two generations. &lt;br /&gt;On the far left is a portion of a walrus on a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STyLHTXLBfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5HvKNIwPlJU/s1600-h/IMGP1548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STyLHTXLBfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5HvKNIwPlJU/s400/IMGP1548.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277245820944188914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the star of this photo is obviously my ballerina, given to me during my dancing days (and lovingly repaired every time her damn arm breaks off) I want to talk about the lower left. I'm fairly certain that it came from a visit to the Capitol building. Every time we go ANYWHERE, we try to find a Christmas ornament, so we can tell everyone stories about that trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STyMpJroBSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RNFcuXbLnzg/s1600-h/IMGP1547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STyMpJroBSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RNFcuXbLnzg/s400/IMGP1547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277247501972800802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help prove my point, we have this guy here, who I found at Medieval Times. He, and two others like him, are the newest of the whole tree, as I bought them on Friday. Behind him is a rather good example of the not-so-elegant fare that also graces our tree: a wreath I made in Girl Scouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STyN2PLaZFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ibwP7pDfX0o/s1600-h/IMGP1552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STyN2PLaZFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ibwP7pDfX0o/s400/IMGP1552.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277248826298229842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where to start with this one. Okay, most obvious first. Dead center is a fish catching Santa. I feel like there should be some more description of it, but that is all it is. Slightly hidden above that is the Capitol dome. To the right is one of three kings. To the left is one of at least six panda ornaments. The upper right has a baby bootie, probably from Em's first Christmas, but it might be Dennis's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STyPMdnSr6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/HcxLGCPFayI/s1600-h/IMGP1549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STyPMdnSr6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/HcxLGCPFayI/s400/IMGP1549.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277250307642011554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is featured mainly for the reappearance of the panda, here held by a mother brown bear. (Anyone want to guess why?) To the left is an apple. We have twenty or so apples as fillers, and I ALWAYS get stuck putting them up. There is also a zebra butt, on the far left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture serves little purpose, except to showcase our slightly demonic-looking angel musicians. Oh, and STARSHIP ENTERPRISE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STyRCHB4SBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-_rvOuEYtaM/s1600-h/IMGP1551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STyRCHB4SBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-_rvOuEYtaM/s400/IMGP1551.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277252328804075538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STySo_uD1vI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qXg7XSdAD2s/s1600-h/IMGP1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STySo_uD1vI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qXg7XSdAD2s/s400/IMGP1541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277254096368424690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is Santa on a Jeep. He's another one of mine, given to me by my Aunt Claire, who reads this blog and thinks I curse too much. The boys each got one as well; Joe has Santa on a plane and Dennis's is a helicopter. Just to the right of it is a bauble from the Grand Canyon. But what's that, hiding in the shadows on the left? Let's turn the flash on and find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STyRe8EPiTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/OpAmyDQnzoQ/s1600-h/IMGP1540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STyRe8EPiTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/OpAmyDQnzoQ/s400/IMGP1540.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277252824077404466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NANANANANANANANA BATMAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-8744404095765596016?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/8744404095765596016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=8744404095765596016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/8744404095765596016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/8744404095765596016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2008/12/tree-time-pt-2.html' title='Tree Time pt 2!'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STyFMvW5sBI/AAAAAAAAADo/-oXOHfC_k4o/s72-c/tistheseason.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-4204046953358034194</id><published>2008-12-06T18:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T18:53:28.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STs0KfMTadI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lwuUZt-FNtI/s1600-h/tistheseason.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STs0KfMTadI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lwuUZt-FNtI/s400/tistheseason.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276868743171107282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On something that is most commonly called a "whim," I went home today. Dennis and I set up the tree in about 30 minutes, including the time it took to saw off the bottom so it would drink properly, and sweeping up afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Dennis and I are Christmas nuts. Seriously. So when Mom said if we put up the lights and garland tonight, we can do the real decorating tomorrow, we jumped on it. It took about two hours, most of that dedicated to the longest question ever asked. I'll post it here eventually. But now... pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STs27M1bukI/AAAAAAAAADA/h23yBnC42Kk/s1600-h/IMGP1525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STs27M1bukI/AAAAAAAAADA/h23yBnC42Kk/s400/IMGP1525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276871779080190530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Dennis with boxes and boxes of Christmas. This photo is actually pretty misleading, the white bag of lights in the foreground is on top of a very large carton, and the green and red tub in the back is on top of another tub. And there is another box behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STs4J3OnYeI/AAAAAAAAADI/BeYuid7PpPA/s1600-h/IMGP1528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STs4J3OnYeI/AAAAAAAAADI/BeYuid7PpPA/s400/IMGP1528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276873130489897442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis and I took our sweet time choosing garland. Yes, we have four different colored garlands (plus a fake fir one) and yes, we pretty much always pick the same ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STs5WPSYMlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4-oE9eP35NI/s1600-h/IMGP1527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STs5WPSYMlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4-oE9eP35NI/s400/IMGP1527.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276874442618188370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STs5WWLAMXI/AAAAAAAAADY/a2gcaKlP-Fg/s1600-h/IMGP1530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STs5WWLAMXI/AAAAAAAAADY/a2gcaKlP-Fg/s400/IMGP1530.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276874444466303346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold and colored lights rule the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STs6FrHb88I/AAAAAAAAADg/MxKR_-huRNU/s1600-h/IMGP1535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STs6FrHb88I/AAAAAAAAADg/MxKR_-huRNU/s400/IMGP1535.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276875257542341570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was proud. And look, on the right! ANOTHER CHRISTMAS BOX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos tomorrow, as the decorations really go up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-4204046953358034194?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/4204046953358034194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=4204046953358034194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/4204046953358034194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/4204046953358034194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2008/12/tree-time.html' title='Tree Time'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/STs0KfMTadI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lwuUZt-FNtI/s72-c/tistheseason.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-5921150103966348795</id><published>2008-12-03T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:45:48.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 in. hole x 30 min. = ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rutgersobserver.com/media/storage/paper822/news/2008/12/02/Observations/Unconstitutional-3568642.shtml"&gt;A pretty decent column, if I do say so myself.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morality of Prop 8 was discussed in another column, so I didn't touch that part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-5921150103966348795?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/5921150103966348795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=5921150103966348795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/5921150103966348795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/5921150103966348795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2008/12/20-in-hole-x-30-min.html' title='20 in. hole x 30 min. = ?'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-720999648457572849</id><published>2008-12-01T06:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T06:37:55.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saved the paper tingle</title><content type='html'>Perhaps the other journalists know the tingle I referenced in the title of this post. It is the one where the problem article crops up at the very last second, and someone needs to do something about it. In my time on the Roxbury Review, it was often up to me to fix it. Guess what happened last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Oberver is coming out tomorrow, two days after the break, it is reasonable to have a slightly thinner issue. However, do to an oversight somewhere along the way, we ended up with a column that was unprintable, and a huge hole on the one of the Op Ed pages. So, I wrote a companion column to the other one that was running on the page. In less than two hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of it, though it is not the best piece I have ever written, and I was writing to space, I am proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll link when it is posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-720999648457572849?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/720999648457572849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=720999648457572849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/720999648457572849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/720999648457572849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2008/12/saved-paper-tingle.html' title='Saved the paper tingle'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-8341710935198730891</id><published>2008-11-27T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:11:22.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[sic]: Joe, on dictionaries</title><content type='html'>Joe: Hey, you have your computer out. Can you look find an alliterative dictionary online?&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Strange look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe: I guess that would be a regular dictionary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-8341710935198730891?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/8341710935198730891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=8341710935198730891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/8341710935198730891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/8341710935198730891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2008/11/sic-joe-on-dictionaries.html' title='[sic]: Joe, on dictionaries'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-1325116319310472315</id><published>2008-11-27T06:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T06:30:08.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SS6sBTjzKcI/AAAAAAAAACw/7C6SLKqtinY/s1600-h/tistheseason.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SS6sBTjzKcI/AAAAAAAAACw/7C6SLKqtinY/s400/tistheseason.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273341352127703490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back home to my basement, for the smallest family Thanksgiving on record. Only eight people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So," you might ask, "what are you thankful for, Carol?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my family. I'm thankful for my hilarious and thoughtful brothers and my sister who calls my hat "doofy." I'm thankful for Mom, who is breaking with tradition to teach me how to cook this year. (That's why I'm hiding in the basement.) I'm thankful for Dad, for watching four hours of the West Wing with me last night (yeah, everyone else did to) and because I'm his favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my many aunts and uncles, some of whom read this blog! And my grandparents, who aren't the "aren't you so cute" kind; they talk to and treat me like an adult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that I'm in college, have a job, and have a home to come back to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my laundry list of friends, who I know I can always rely on. I'm thankful for Emma, Wenjing, and Greg for being the best friends I could possibly have. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, before this goes on too long, I'm thankful for the Free Spirits, for being inspiring, being awesome, and always being there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-1325116319310472315?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/1325116319310472315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=1325116319310472315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/1325116319310472315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/1325116319310472315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SS6sBTjzKcI/AAAAAAAAACw/7C6SLKqtinY/s72-c/tistheseason.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-5527859713859827443</id><published>2008-11-25T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:32:25.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I FINISHED my novel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SSzfBglB3qI/AAAAAAAAACo/L8fxmld4LYo/s1600-h/nano_08_winner_large.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SSzfBglB3qI/AAAAAAAAACo/L8fxmld4LYo/s400/nano_08_winner_large.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272834480762117794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final word count: 50537&lt;br /&gt;I won NaNoWriMo.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not touching the fucking thing until January. Then I'll edit it, and then you can read it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm relieved, and exhausted. I seriously wrote the last 5000 words today, because I knew I would get shit done if I didn't finish before going home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-5527859713859827443?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/5527859713859827443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=5527859713859827443' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/5527859713859827443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/5527859713859827443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-finished-my-novel.html' title='I FINISHED my novel.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SSzfBglB3qI/AAAAAAAAACo/L8fxmld4LYo/s72-c/nano_08_winner_large.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-5414297787220172676</id><published>2008-11-24T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T15:43:10.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lol'd</title><content type='html'>I wanted to write a post about Christmas music, but I'm not allowed to. Four more days before I'm allowed to listen, and it's killing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! Thanks to this cool NJIT kid I met last weekend (Joe) I have a new Pandora station that won't irritate Greg half as much. Jonathan Coulton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjMiDZIY1bM&amp;feature=related"&gt;Here is an excellent example of his work.&lt;/a&gt; The rest of the "Spiffworld" YouTube channel is more music videos of his songs. (Someone else played WOW and made the videos.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that I have actually heard his work before; he wrote &lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/comics/extras/stillalive.php"&gt;Still Alive&lt;/a&gt;. And I love Portal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-5414297787220172676?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/5414297787220172676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=5414297787220172676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/5414297787220172676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/5414297787220172676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-lold.html' title='I lol&apos;d'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-148482243662292995</id><published>2008-11-23T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:20:36.727-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Press A'/><title type='text'>Press A To Jump: Fable II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SSn7OAAZrfI/AAAAAAAAACg/LswppnBDG04/s1600-h/PressAtojump.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SSn7OAAZrfI/AAAAAAAAACg/LswppnBDG04/s400/PressAtojump.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272021056752299506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play videogames fairly often. So, I figure, why not try a review? If you don't care for gaming talk, just skip this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fable II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plot: The game begins with you as a child (you choose the gender) in the town of Old Bowerstone. You and your older sister Rose are dirt poor, unable to even scrounge up five gold to by a music box a peddler is selling. So you take various jobs around town to get the gold, while the game gives you basic instructions about gameplay. Boring, except for the few choices you are forced to take, which effect the game later on. And you find a dog.&lt;br /&gt;   You get the gold, you get the music box, and you get to make a wish! Rose does this for you, wishing you could live in a castle, like Castle Fairfax. And what do you know, that night some of Lord Lucien's guards come and take you to the castle! But you don't bring your dog.&lt;br /&gt;   With a name like Lord Lucien, he just has to be evil, right? Hell yeah! He kills your sister, and shoots you as well. You get thrown from the tall tower, where you are rescued by the blind gypsy seer, Theresa. And your dog.&lt;br /&gt;   Fast-forward ten years. Theresa tells you of Lucien's evil plan to destroy Albion. It's up to you to stop him! But you need to enlist the help of three other heroes to do so. And with the exception of the second one, they suck. Sorry about that. &lt;br /&gt;   Overall, the plot is interesting, and your decisions at various points make you in charge of the storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gameplay:&lt;br /&gt;   Combat: Oversimplified, to the point that button mashing works. X is melee, Y is ranged, and B is magic. (Sorry! Will! Not magic!) That being said, it's fun. Wading into a scrum of bandits, cleaver swinging is very rewarding. My character was a mix of melee and will, and it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;   Other: You can interact with everyone, almost everything, and you really get to make your character however you want. You can be super good and pure, have everyone love you, and get rich easily. Or you could kill everyone, steal their stuff, and capture others and sell them into slavery. Or you can be some of both. &lt;br /&gt;   There are tons of non-essential quests to go on and treasures to uncover. You could just play plot-related quests and finish the game in a day or so, but I've stretched my first game to last over a week. (Granted, I had maybe 4 sessions during said week, but I want to buy all the real estate in the game, just to say I did.)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Graphics:&lt;br /&gt;   Bright, lovely maps and areas. The non-essential characters are cookie-cutter though. And if you eat anything but celery, your character gets fat and ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audio:&lt;br /&gt;   The music is not memorable. The voice-acting is good, but the non-essential characters talk WAY TOO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-Play: I'll play it again, make all different choices, and be evil. It's fun. Besides playing once as good and once as evil, I don't see much point in playing multiple times. By doing all the quests, you stretch the game out, but I don't see myself going back to play it again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall: A fun game, worth checking out, especially if you liked the first Fable. With the over-simplified combat and the interesting story line, would be a good game to get a non-gamer friend to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up: Mirror's Edge, sometime next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't pick the sacrifice card. It's not worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-148482243662292995?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/148482243662292995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=148482243662292995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/148482243662292995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/148482243662292995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2008/11/press-to-jump-fable-ii.html' title='Press A To Jump: Fable II'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SSn7OAAZrfI/AAAAAAAAACg/LswppnBDG04/s72-c/PressAtojump.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-8303100626337081377</id><published>2008-11-20T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:08:23.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the season... Thanksgiving Traditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SSYmG0AlV_I/AAAAAAAAACI/WXyxaesrIqw/s1600-h/tistheseason.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SSYmG0AlV_I/AAAAAAAAACI/WXyxaesrIqw/s400/tistheseason.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270942312365905906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conviniently, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years all fall on Thursdays this year. In honor of this odd coincidence, every Thursday through January 1 I will celebrate with posts on various aspects of the holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, Thanksgiving Traditions at my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Christmas Music&lt;br /&gt;By Mom-decree, Thanksgiving is officially the first day we are allowed to play Christmas music on the stereo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Thanksgiving Friday?&lt;br /&gt;When we were younger, Mom sometimes used to work on the Thursday,so we would have our feast on Friday instead. The awesome part about that was that Emma's mom sometimes worked the same day as well, so I would get to hang out with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Breaking Bread&lt;br /&gt;Mom always attends mass on Thanksgiving morning, where she receives a small loaf of bread. After grace, but before the meal, we pass it around. Each person has to break off a piece and say one thing they are thankful for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Banned!&lt;br /&gt;I get kicked out of the kitchen for picking at the food, not helping, and generally getting in the way. To be perfectly honest, I do have a knack for messing up, including setting the marshmallows on top of the sweet potatoes on fire, and cutting my thumb open with the carving knife. (while doing dishes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis is the kid who helps Mom. Some how, he manages to not be in the way, despite clearly being the largest one in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Give me your tired...&lt;br /&gt;Our Thanksgivings are never complete without one or two or five non-relations there. Mom will not hear of any of our friends not getting a huge proper dinner. So far this year, I'm bringing two along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my friends, do your families have interesting Thanksgiving traditions? Let me know, and I'll include them in my next holiday blog post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-8303100626337081377?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/8303100626337081377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=8303100626337081377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/8303100626337081377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/8303100626337081377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2008/11/tis-season-thanksgiving-traditions.html' title='&apos;Tis the season... Thanksgiving Traditions'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SSYmG0AlV_I/AAAAAAAAACI/WXyxaesrIqw/s72-c/tistheseason.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-8773918273794821048</id><published>2008-11-19T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:51:55.215-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[sic]'/><title type='text'>[sic]: Anthro Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We were discussing cultural change, and how it comes about, particularly innovation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof. Mazur: And sometimes change can be introduced by inventions, like the Mike Tyson grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class:(Silence, then laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof. Mazur: No, who was that? George Foreman! The Foreman grill. The Mike Tyson grill would grill ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Later during class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof. Mazur: We're having the final on the last day of class. What do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student 1: Can it be more multiple choice? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student 2: Yeah, and less of the fill in the blanks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof. Mazur: You want more choices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof. Mazur: How about we just throw darts for your grades then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student 1: How about we use an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atlatl"&gt;atlatl&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof. Mazur: (laughs) Yes, you will be graded on the atlatl proficiency exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students in the class regularly claim that the only thing we will remember is the importance of the atlatl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Imitiation is the sincerest form of flattery. Laura Nelson of USC, your "Verbatim" section inspired this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-8773918273794821048?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/8773918273794821048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=8773918273794821048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/8773918273794821048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/8773918273794821048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2008/11/sic-anthro-class.html' title='[sic]: Anthro Class'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-2203053104631281510</id><published>2008-11-17T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:21:17.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention everyone: I am a bad Catholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081113/ap_on_re_us/obama_catholics"&gt;I voted for Obama, and I'm not repenting! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Granted, I have not received communion since the election, but I know Mom is going to make me come to church over winter break. I don't plan on repenting before then though. Goodness! I didn't know being a good Catholic was so hard. Man, I wish there were guidelines for how to be a good Catholic, or even a good Christian in general. Oh, wait! There are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am the Lord your God, you shall have no other Gods before me. (Check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do not take the name of the Lord your God in vain. (Okay, I have been known to say goddamit on occasion, but I've been working on it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy. (Check. I don't frequent church, but I pray on my own.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Honor your father and mother. (Check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You shall not kill. (Check. But let's go back to this one in a bit, okay?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You shall not commit adultery. (Check.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You shall not steal. (Check. Heck, I don't even download songs illegally.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor. (Okay, I'm a little iffy on this one. I only lie for entertainment, not to deceive. Think of it as telling parables, not lies.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You shall not covet your neighbors wife. (Check. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You shall not covet your neighbors goods. (I try, but the newspaper just got a totally sweet new computer setup.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, to go back to commandment V up there, apparently being pro-choice counts as a strike. But American voters were pretty much screwed on that one, across the board. Can you find me a candidate that was anti-abortion, anti-death penalty, and anti-war?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How about one that fulfills all those requirements, and is pro-social security and welfare? Someone famous once said "Love one another, as I have loved you." and "Sell all that you have and distribute to the poor." and who could fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;rget "when you give a feast, invite the poor, the maimed, the lame, the blind,  and you will be blessed, because they cannot repay you. You will be repaid at the resurrection of the just."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who was that? Oh, yeah, Jesus.  (John 15:12, Luke 18:22, Luke 14:7-14, for those reading along at home.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My point is, take any of the candidates, Dem, GOP, Green, Libertarian, ect. and you can find bible verses supporting them, or condemning them. (Look in Leviticus if you're having trouble, there are some doozies in there.) In the end, it is not for the Church (any church) to decide that a dedication to public welfare (which would save lives) is worse than and anti-abortion platform (which would do the same.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-2203053104631281510?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/2203053104631281510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=2203053104631281510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/2203053104631281510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/2203053104631281510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2008/11/attention-everyone-i-am-bad-catholic.html' title='Attention everyone: I am a bad Catholic'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-4361979628474010747</id><published>2008-11-17T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:57:17.751-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='West Wing'/><title type='text'>Art imitates life imitates art</title><content type='html'>Okay, I wasn't the first one to pick up on the similarities. But I did pick up on them, as did the New York Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/30/arts/television/30wing.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Telegraph stretches the analogy a bit here too http://www.telegraph.co.uk/opinion/main.jhtml?xml=/opinion/2008/02/14/do1402.xml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the West Wing terribly. Perhaps it was the ritual of it; Joe, Dad, and I (and sometimes Mom) would pile on the couch and watch the latest installment in the Bartlett world. During the commercials I would have to ask Dad to explain the plots and politics, at least at first. By the fifth season though, I was all caught up. And I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I firmly believe that my current interest in politics stems from watching the West Wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note: Anyone know where to find episodes online? I want to watch it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-4361979628474010747?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/4361979628474010747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=4361979628474010747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/4361979628474010747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/4361979628474010747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2008/11/art-imitates-life-imitates-art.html' title='Art imitates life imitates art'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-6632843016160629983</id><published>2008-11-12T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:41:27.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't belive I forgot to post this earlier...</title><content type='html'>http://www.rutgersobserver.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^That is a link to the Rutgers Observer. Unfortunately, you can't see a lot of my hours of hard work, as I do layout. But I also write stories, see "Heroes of the Saffron Revolution" in the News section.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-6632843016160629983?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/6632843016160629983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=6632843016160629983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/6632843016160629983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/6632843016160629983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cant-belive-i-forgot-to-post-this.html' title='I can&apos;t belive I forgot to post this earlier...'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-3578210194807252060</id><published>2008-11-09T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:56:01.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I care about [Vol II]</title><content type='html'>1. I am really, really glad that I do not own an Xbox 360, because if I did, I would do nothing but play Fable 2 all day. Ask Greg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the game is very addicting and very fun. I recommend it to everyone who has some semblance of patience and a lot of free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My plant is very moody. Half the time he can go for days without needing me to water him, but today he got droopy and depressed twice in about five hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My NaNoWriMo novel is puttering along quite nicely. I finally have worked out all the bugs in the plot, so it should be easier to bang it out each day. Of course, now that I know where I'm going, I'm going to want to get there faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Directly related to number 3, above. I have started listening to Pandora Radio set to Chopin while I write. It gives me a huge boost of concentration. In fact, earlier today I found myself typing in time with the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Newark is kind of slow on the autumn front. The leaves have waited until now to fall, for some reason. I have taken to wearing fuzzy hats and scarves all the time, in celebration of the kind retreat of humidity. It's very pleasant. Unfortunately, we have seen no snow, and a lot of rain. Which isn't nearly as fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-3578210194807252060?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/3578210194807252060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=3578210194807252060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/3578210194807252060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/3578210194807252060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-i-care-about-vol-ii.html' title='Things I care about [Vol II]'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-9182176418084241086</id><published>2008-11-07T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T06:30:45.754-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>There really is no excuse for this</title><content type='html'>I had the absolute strangest dream ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend and  I moved to Minnesota to live in Paula's basement  and attend a top secret journalism school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paula's basement as also a tropical oasis and had a beautiful waterfall. Let me give you an artist's rendering of how awesome it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRRQW459i-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/_tdAoz8zLEQ/s1600-h/waterfalljournalismdream.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRRQW459i-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/_tdAoz8zLEQ/s320/waterfalljournalismdream.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265922218465790946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there was a plasma television in the waterfall that Jon Stewart and Steven Colbert used to get in touch with us. They both apparently went to this same school, and so wished us luck. Colbert also said, "If at first you don't succeed, your friends will send us videos and we'll make fun of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRRQH5V6etI/AAAAAAAAABw/VODYlvIE2iY/s1600-h/waterfalljournalismdream.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-9182176418084241086?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/9182176418084241086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=9182176418084241086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/9182176418084241086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/9182176418084241086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2008/11/there-really-is-no-excuse-for-this.html' title='There really is no excuse for this'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRRQW459i-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/_tdAoz8zLEQ/s72-c/waterfalljournalismdream.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-2746523039806428687</id><published>2008-11-06T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:47:37.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a completely different note, I am 10,000 words into my novel.</title><content type='html'>I've been reading a lot of Calvin and Hobbes lately. My favorite strips are always the ones that make me wish I had been a more mischievous child, and thankful I still have the imagination I did then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long car rides never bothered me, I could sit for hours, staring at my stuffed animals and the cup holder, imagining the drama of Forrest Bear and Sarah the leopard. Or I would, and sometimes still do, stretch out across the backseat, pretending I was a stow away on a pirate ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't actively remember ever being bored as a child, or much at all afterward.  (Actually, scratch that. I have always been impatient with the games Monopoly, Risk, and any derivative thereof.) I do zone out, but after, it seems more amusing than a waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had a point didn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Go ahead and space out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-2746523039806428687?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/2746523039806428687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=2746523039806428687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/2746523039806428687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/2746523039806428687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-completely-different-note-i-am-10000.html' title='On a completely different note, I am 10,000 words into my novel.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-4604938020103170178</id><published>2008-11-04T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:47:00.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People are dancing in the streets</title><content type='html'>And chanting and singing and going nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cars can't go by without honking, the crowd won't let them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera sucks, so I'll post the pictures later, if I can find any decent enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, R-N is going batshit. It is glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a president!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-4604938020103170178?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/4604938020103170178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=4604938020103170178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/4604938020103170178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/4604938020103170178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2008/11/people-are-dancing-in-streets.html' title='People are dancing in the streets'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-2488655326212879431</id><published>2008-11-04T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:30:32.505-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newspaper'/><title type='text'>Perfect words</title><content type='html'>The scene:&lt;br /&gt; A college news room. The walls are painted a violent yellow/orange. Two female students sit, CAROL is laying out pages on a laptop, the single working computer in the room, irritated at not being as proficient in Quark as in InDesign. SARAH, her editor, is trying to write a headline for a story on a cancer survivor who invented a line of beauty products for women who are undergoing chemotherapy. The clock struck midnight some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARAH: Beauty in Cancer? Ergh, that's not right.&lt;br /&gt;CAROL: Don't say cancer in the main head, save it for the subhead.&lt;br /&gt;SARAH: You're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A few minutes go by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAROL: All my ideas are really lame. Lotion of Hope?&lt;br /&gt;SARAH:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laughs, really really hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CAROL:  I warned you.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol finishes her layout work, and is finally happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CAROL: Okay, I'm turning in. Good luck.&lt;br /&gt;SARAH: Thanks. I'm almost done.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAROL leaves, then runs back in a minute later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAROL: Beautiful Solutions: Products sooth harsh realities of cancer&lt;br /&gt;SARAH: YES!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-2488655326212879431?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/2488655326212879431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=2488655326212879431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/2488655326212879431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/2488655326212879431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2008/11/perfect-words.html' title='Perfect words'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-5601691800247096892</id><published>2008-11-04T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:46:54.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I care about [VOL I]</title><content type='html'>Virginia's 13 electoral votes&lt;br /&gt;Florida's 27&lt;br /&gt;Ohio's 20&lt;br /&gt;Pennsylvania's 21&lt;br /&gt;Colorado's 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also:&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm able to pull off the class schedule I want. America and the World,  Intro to Politics, English Comp, Photo, and Cultural History of the NYPD. Interesting, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-5601691800247096892?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/5601691800247096892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=5601691800247096892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/5601691800247096892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/5601691800247096892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2008/11/10-things-i-care-about-vol-i.html' title='10 Things I care about [VOL I]'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836205882838392693.post-1841577124200210707</id><published>2008-11-04T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T05:57:48.569-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Election Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>It is quarter to nine, AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And CNN has been on for an hour and a half. Barack Obama is voting. And he has been for about five minutes. Maybe he was still deciding? Now, I used an absentee ballot, and it took about thirty seconds to fill out. Then again, I knew who I was voting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oh, wait, he's loitering because he's talking to his daughter. Nevermind, good for him. And now Joe the Biden is voting, with his mom and his wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Though I am well aware that I won't learn anything interesting from the news stations until at least 10 P.M. However, I am watching as much coverage as I can. I'm kind of obsessed with this and will be completely lost once the race is over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;As for the title of this blog, my middle name is Rose. Take it from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836205882838392693-1841577124200210707?l=roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/feeds/1841577124200210707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836205882838392693&amp;postID=1841577124200210707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/1841577124200210707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836205882838392693/posts/default/1841577124200210707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roserisingwillrise.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-is-quarter-to-nine-am.html' title='It is quarter to nine, AM'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824016316287791551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5_MXM_g9sKk/SRBg0qkU7UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3vk2NpcTfD0/S220/IMGP2003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
