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The cold was definitely not serving my mental state well :) But just being two days done with school, I can say, this was the best semester at CMU Design yet. I think I learned more about who I am as a designer, for example, how design crosses so many different disciplines and is unable to be defined narrowly within professions. I actually wrote </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/feeds/300005001061388487/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-just-got-back-to-southern-land-thank.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/300005001061388487?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/300005001061388487?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-just-got-back-to-southern-land-thank.html" title="" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482881611560567941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smH34WIY7LE/R6ezp_HW1RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dc6mKfb_YlQ/S220/IMAGE_011.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_smH34WIY7LE/TQVlFBO5_HI/AAAAAAAAAMM/2lTLadYTPfI/s72-c/CalandroThesisPoster_small.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QAQX05eip7ImA9Wx5aFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150663725408892969.post-7117383882806223276</id><published>2010-11-12T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T19:35:40.322-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-12T19:35:40.322-08:00</app:edited><title>Fall 2010</title><summary>So this semester has been a doozy so far. Yeah, I said it, a doozy. The summer ended faster than I could blink my eyes and here I am mid-november not remembering how I got here. Anyway, I thought I'd give a quick update on work stuff and school stuff. Work stuff:Jeanette and I finally finished Squash &amp; Beyond today (woo hoo!) We did our best to make it as fun, energetic, user-friendly, and </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/feeds/7117383882806223276/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2010/11/fall-2010.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/7117383882806223276?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/7117383882806223276?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2010/11/fall-2010.html" title="Fall 2010" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482881611560567941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smH34WIY7LE/R6ezp_HW1RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dc6mKfb_YlQ/S220/IMAGE_011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUGSHY5eSp7ImA9Wx5TFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150663725408892969.post-7335644558682624803</id><published>2010-07-29T05:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T06:30:29.821-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-29T06:30:29.821-07:00</app:edited><title>SUMMER 2010</title><summary>I figured I should post something interesting to my blog since I haven't done any blogging this whole summer.In case you were wondering, it's been the best summer ever. I've taught a lot of yoga, I went to Seattle to present GURU to Microsoft, and most importantly, my CMU classmate, Jeanette Leagh and I have made a mini design firm (Leagh + Calandro). Between the two of us, we've gathered a </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/feeds/7335644558682624803/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-figured-i-should-post-something.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/7335644558682624803?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/7335644558682624803?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-figured-i-should-post-something.html" title="SUMMER 2010" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482881611560567941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smH34WIY7LE/R6ezp_HW1RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dc6mKfb_YlQ/S220/IMAGE_011.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_smH34WIY7LE/TFGAhaab-oI/AAAAAAAAAL8/kPbSGBTkOOk/s72-c/petersimon7.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkINQ34yeSp7ImA9WxFWFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150663725408892969.post-5446598479782352877</id><published>2010-06-01T08:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T09:09:52.091-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-01T09:09:52.091-07:00</app:edited><title>Don't use Comic Sans</title><summary>For all of those type and colour junkies out there (yes, coloUr), check out Facebook.Helvetica with Comic Sans from Sarah Calandro on Vimeo.Color &amp; CommunicationKristin Hughes and Mark MentzerCMU Spring 2010</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/feeds/5446598479782352877/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2010/06/for-all-of-those-type-and-colour.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/5446598479782352877?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/5446598479782352877?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2010/06/for-all-of-those-type-and-colour.html" title="Don't use Comic Sans" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482881611560567941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smH34WIY7LE/R6ezp_HW1RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dc6mKfb_YlQ/S220/IMAGE_011.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_smH34WIY7LE/TAUmqoKXIeI/AAAAAAAAAL0/sxz_5x7rDKs/s72-c/facebook.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEGR344fip7ImA9WxFQFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150663725408892969.post-2464792352572224969</id><published>2010-05-09T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:03:46.036-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-09T20:03:46.036-07:00</app:edited><title>Flex Time Standards Act for Information Workers</title><summary>Sarah CalandroDesign Seminar IIArgumentI am living in Los Angeles, CA working for an architecture firm. I'm supposed to be in my desk chair at 8:30 am (sometimes, I am about eight minutes late). I check my gmail, then my office email, and then I open powerCADD to begin a day of click-clicking on my mouse. Around 10 a.m. I refill my coffee mug in the kitchen, have a two-minute conversation with a </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/feeds/2464792352572224969/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2010/05/flex-time-standards-act-for-information.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/2464792352572224969?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/2464792352572224969?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2010/05/flex-time-standards-act-for-information.html" title="Flex Time Standards Act for Information Workers" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482881611560567941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smH34WIY7LE/R6ezp_HW1RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dc6mKfb_YlQ/S220/IMAGE_011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUECQ3g4fyp7ImA9WxFREk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150663725408892969.post-2820879104045168413</id><published>2010-04-25T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T15:14:22.637-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-25T15:14:22.637-07:00</app:edited><title>Blaise J. Calandro, Jr. (my dad)</title><summary>A Narrative HistoryDesign Seminar IIOn a Spring day in 1956, nine-year-old Blaise and his brother Charles exit the school bus at 4142 Government Street-right at the edge of South Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Blaise's routine is always the same. He enters the front screen door of his family's grocery store-known as Calandro's Grocery. The words "Plee-zing Food Store" are written in bold letters across </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/feeds/2820879104045168413/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-spring-day-in-1956-nine-year-old.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/2820879104045168413?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/2820879104045168413?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-spring-day-in-1956-nine-year-old.html" title="Blaise J. Calandro, Jr. (my dad)" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482881611560567941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smH34WIY7LE/R6ezp_HW1RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dc6mKfb_YlQ/S220/IMAGE_011.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_smH34WIY7LE/S9S-H2iR3yI/AAAAAAAAALk/4EP41-NF_wI/s72-c/Calandro%27s+Plee-zing+Food+Store.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UNQXY_eSp7ImA9WxBaFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150663725408892969.post-4439496400655869887</id><published>2010-03-24T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T20:54:50.841-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-24T20:54:50.841-07:00</app:edited><title>A bit about why Architecture (with a capital A) is awesome.</title><summary>Information WritingDesign Seminar IIHave you ever stood outside of a very tall building, looked up at it, and wondered how, in all of its complexity and largeness, that it came to be? Have you ever been to a museum clad in curved glass with funny looking angled panels on the roof only to go inside and find that the light most perfectly blankets each piece of artwork in the most precise way? If </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/feeds/4439496400655869887/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2010/03/bit-about-why-architecture-with-capital.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/4439496400655869887?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/4439496400655869887?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2010/03/bit-about-why-architecture-with-capital.html" title="A bit about why Architecture (with a capital A) is awesome." /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482881611560567941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smH34WIY7LE/R6ezp_HW1RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dc6mKfb_YlQ/S220/IMAGE_011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQGQXczcCp7ImA9WxBVF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150663725408892969.post-105270202784518162</id><published>2010-02-21T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T06:58:40.988-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-21T06:58:40.988-08:00</app:edited><title>Snow Day at Mellon Park</title><summary>Scenic WritingDesign Seminar IIMellon Park is three feet high in snow. The black gate encompassing it is merely black spikes rising out of an infinite white blob. On one side of the gate is the street that can't be seen under all the snow. And on our side is the valley of the park that inches its way up the hill. The hill is like an enormous ocean wave right before it's peak that has been frozen </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/feeds/105270202784518162/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-day-at-mellon-park.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/105270202784518162?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/105270202784518162?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-day-at-mellon-park.html" title="Snow Day at Mellon Park" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482881611560567941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smH34WIY7LE/R6ezp_HW1RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dc6mKfb_YlQ/S220/IMAGE_011.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_smH34WIY7LE/S4FJa8kjX4I/AAAAAAAAALU/FTV55c1mvcM/s72-c/forblog1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMFQng-eSp7ImA9WxBXFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150663725408892969.post-3541779095859081311</id><published>2010-01-27T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T06:26:53.651-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-27T06:26:53.651-08:00</app:edited><title>love with a city</title><summary>Self-PortraitDesign Seminar III absolutely could not wait to look out the window of the plane and see the 405 and 10 intersection— and the miles of traffic that signified we were above Los Angeles, California—my true home away from home. I looked miles below to the ground. It was brown with layers of cracked earth indicating steep, mountainous terrain. Every now and then I noticed a road with a </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/feeds/3541779095859081311/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-with-city.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/3541779095859081311?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/3541779095859081311?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-with-city.html" title="love with a city" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482881611560567941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smH34WIY7LE/R6ezp_HW1RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dc6mKfb_YlQ/S220/IMAGE_011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkABSHs5eSp7ImA9WxBSEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150663725408892969.post-7499136562460285557</id><published>2009-12-19T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T11:25:59.521-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-19T11:25:59.521-08:00</app:edited><title>My friends.</title><summary>I have 809 friends on facebook (I know - that's a totally cliche thing to say). But of those 809, there may be about 20 people that I am actually truly friends with. And of those 20, there may be about 10 that I actually truly talk to often. And of those 10, there may be about 5 that are actually truly close friends. Some of you may object to this statement because I always say, "my best friend </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/feeds/7499136562460285557/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-friends.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/7499136562460285557?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/7499136562460285557?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-friends.html" title="My friends." /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482881611560567941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smH34WIY7LE/R6ezp_HW1RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dc6mKfb_YlQ/S220/IMAGE_011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QCSXwzcSp7ImA9WxBTE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150663725408892969.post-4811142282483267820</id><published>2009-12-09T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:49:28.289-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-09T13:49:28.289-08:00</app:edited><title>Visualizing the Information Space...</title><summary>of HarmenLiemburg.nlHere's my final studio project that I've been slaving over for the past week.Check it.Visualizing the Information Space... from Sarah Calandro on Vimeo.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/feeds/4811142282483267820/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2009/12/visualizing-information-space.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/4811142282483267820?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/4811142282483267820?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2009/12/visualizing-information-space.html" title="Visualizing the Information Space..." /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482881611560567941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smH34WIY7LE/R6ezp_HW1RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dc6mKfb_YlQ/S220/IMAGE_011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YMSXozfCp7ImA9WxNaF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150663725408892969.post-7306536873484927112</id><published>2009-12-01T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T18:33:08.484-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-01T18:33:08.484-08:00</app:edited><title>How Yoga Teacher Training, Edward Cullen, and Raw Chicken Changed My Life</title><summary>In the land of yoga, Yoga Teacher Training marks a major life transition. People go through teacher training for multiple reasons. Some people want a complete career change. Some a new side income. Some want to deepen their yoga practice. And then others just want to meet interesting folk and practice yoga with them. I wanted to become a yoga teacher not only for the obvious - I loved yoga and </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/feeds/7306536873484927112/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-yoga-teacher-training-edward-cullen.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/7306536873484927112?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/7306536873484927112?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-yoga-teacher-training-edward-cullen.html" title="How Yoga Teacher Training, Edward Cullen, and Raw Chicken Changed My Life" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482881611560567941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smH34WIY7LE/R6ezp_HW1RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dc6mKfb_YlQ/S220/IMAGE_011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QGRn85fip7ImA9WxNaF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150663725408892969.post-6231202691155707828</id><published>2009-11-30T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T18:02:07.126-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-01T18:02:07.126-08:00</app:edited><title>How My Yoga Neighbor Teaches Me Yoga</title><summary>This is a story I posted a few months back of a situation I encountered in yoga class one day. I have re-worked and it is much better flowing and more clear. Please send your comments!Yoga class (unspoken) etiquette rule #1: Do not enter the yogic space of your next-door yoga neighbor. Your presence is not welcome. Thank You.After three agonizing days of a sketching intensive in my summer design </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/feeds/6231202691155707828/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-my-yoga-neighbor-teaches-me-yoga.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/6231202691155707828?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/6231202691155707828?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-my-yoga-neighbor-teaches-me-yoga.html" title="How My Yoga Neighbor Teaches Me Yoga" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482881611560567941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smH34WIY7LE/R6ezp_HW1RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dc6mKfb_YlQ/S220/IMAGE_011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MAQnszeCp7ImA9WxNUGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150663725408892969.post-8503773012080199466</id><published>2009-11-10T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T11:30:43.580-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-10T11:30:43.580-08:00</app:edited><title>Teaching Yoga is like Ustrasana.</title><summary>Teaching yoga is like Ustrasana. Ustrasana, or Camel pose, can provide 1 of 2 ‘good’ outcomes - the liberating in-the-moment-back-opening-feel-good ‘good’ or the exhausting I-think-I’m-going-to-throw-up-or-pass-out-but-I-know-this-is-good-for-me ‘good.’ For me, moreso than not, it’s the latter. And on the rare occasion that it’s the former, I bask in all it’s glory. As a newly certified yoga </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/feeds/8503773012080199466/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2009/11/teaching-yoga-is-like-ustrasana.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/8503773012080199466?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/8503773012080199466?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2009/11/teaching-yoga-is-like-ustrasana.html" title="Teaching Yoga is like Ustrasana." /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482881611560567941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smH34WIY7LE/R6ezp_HW1RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dc6mKfb_YlQ/S220/IMAGE_011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04GR389eip7ImA9WxNUEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150663725408892969.post-6309774199315041875</id><published>2009-11-02T19:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T02:58:46.162-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-03T02:58:46.162-08:00</app:edited><title>flying words down penn ave: the future of reading</title><summary>should be self explanatory. ENJOY!flying words down penn ave: the future of reading from Sarah Calandro on Vimeo.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/feeds/6309774199315041875/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2009/11/flying-words-down-penn-ave-future-of.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/6309774199315041875?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/6309774199315041875?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2009/11/flying-words-down-penn-ave-future-of.html" title="flying words down penn ave: the future of reading" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482881611560567941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smH34WIY7LE/R6ezp_HW1RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dc6mKfb_YlQ/S220/IMAGE_011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8ERnY4cCp7ImA9WxNSEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150663725408892969.post-7112664142594701854</id><published>2009-08-24T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T17:06:47.838-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-24T17:06:47.838-07:00</app:edited><title>Today...</title><summary>I started grad school.During my sabbatical from 'real' life that began on April 25, 2009 (the first day of my non-dayjob lifestyle) to August 23, 2009 (yesterday), I have found myself involved in the following: 1. Doing whatever I feel like doing... whenever I feel like doing it. 2. Collecting and reading every single book that I have come in contact with that I find slightly interesting. These </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/feeds/7112664142594701854/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2009/08/today.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/7112664142594701854?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/7112664142594701854?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2009/08/today.html" title="Today..." /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482881611560567941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smH34WIY7LE/R6ezp_HW1RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dc6mKfb_YlQ/S220/IMAGE_011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8BQ3s8fip7ImA9WxJbFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150663725408892969.post-6396824784616491622</id><published>2009-07-24T16:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:07:32.576-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-24T16:07:32.576-07:00</app:edited><title>wo.rd. line. paragraph. column. / the manuscript grid</title><summary>Check out this weeks work on aftereffects. It was my first time to ever use the software and I'm quite impressed. I think it may become one of my new favorite programs :)wo.rd. line. paragraph. column. from Sarah Calandro on Vimeo.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/feeds/6396824784616491622/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2009/07/word-line-paragraph-column-manuscript.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/6396824784616491622?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/6396824784616491622?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2009/07/word-line-paragraph-column-manuscript.html" title="wo.rd. line. paragraph. column. / the manuscript grid" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482881611560567941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smH34WIY7LE/R6ezp_HW1RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dc6mKfb_YlQ/S220/IMAGE_011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEARXw7fCp7ImA9WxJUGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150663725408892969.post-7816684001920263069</id><published>2009-07-18T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T15:04:04.204-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-18T15:04:04.204-07:00</app:edited><title>"Enjoy the little things...</title><summary>for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things."                                                                               -Robert Brault. From May 12 to June 27th, I found myself in a Timewarp. 47 days...............of Timewarp. After being in the big city. Doing everything myself. by myself. for myself. plus a lot more. figuring things out. living, loving, aching...... </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/feeds/7816684001920263069/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2009/07/enjoy-little-things.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/7816684001920263069?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/7816684001920263069?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2009/07/enjoy-little-things.html" title="&quot;Enjoy the little things..." /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482881611560567941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smH34WIY7LE/R6ezp_HW1RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dc6mKfb_YlQ/S220/IMAGE_011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcBQ34-eyp7ImA9WxJbFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150663725408892969.post-3290859355631222577</id><published>2009-07-12T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:10:52.053-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-24T16:10:52.053-07:00</app:edited><title>school update : hcd movie</title><summary>1. design observation2. physical interaction3. cognitive interpretation4. emotional resonanceit's a silly video; though, it will give an idea of how the summer intensive is going at CMU.human-centered design from Sarah Calandro on Vimeo.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/feeds/3290859355631222577/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2009/07/school-update-hcd-movie.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/3290859355631222577?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/3290859355631222577?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2009/07/school-update-hcd-movie.html" title="school update : hcd movie" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482881611560567941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smH34WIY7LE/R6ezp_HW1RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dc6mKfb_YlQ/S220/IMAGE_011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYGQHgzfCp7ImA9WxJUE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150663725408892969.post-8121180300831376207</id><published>2009-07-11T11:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:42:01.684-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-11T20:42:01.684-07:00</app:edited><title>immersion in humancentered-ness = purge of excess.</title><summary>the title of this post may seem a bit... um. hypocritical? my goal is that i'm not being hypocritical.This past week in class, we began a discussion of human-centered design. This discussion will continue for the next 2 years with the intent of teaching my classmates and me how to design for users / viewers / regular people [aka, people who know nothing / a little / a lot about design]. This </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/feeds/8121180300831376207/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2009/07/immersion-in-humancentered-ness-purge.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/8121180300831376207?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/8121180300831376207?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2009/07/immersion-in-humancentered-ness-purge.html" title="immersion in humancentered-ness = purge of excess." /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482881611560567941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smH34WIY7LE/R6ezp_HW1RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dc6mKfb_YlQ/S220/IMAGE_011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkENQXk_eip7ImA9WxJVF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150663725408892969.post-4566444386622935339</id><published>2009-07-04T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T08:18:10.742-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-04T08:18:10.742-07:00</app:edited><title>Word.</title><summary>A transition in progress... quick progress. My life changes every day so quickly I've gotten to the point where I just sit back and watch, un-biased, merely an innocent bystander in the progress [or lack of progress] that occurs here. Six months ago, generally-speaking, I was the same as I am now [minus the few 'wisdoms' that currently sit at my forefront], but the terrain was very different. My </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/feeds/4566444386622935339/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2009/07/word.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/4566444386622935339?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/4566444386622935339?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2009/07/word.html" title="Word." /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482881611560567941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smH34WIY7LE/R6ezp_HW1RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dc6mKfb_YlQ/S220/IMAGE_011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcHR38zcCp7ImA9WxJWGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150663725408892969.post-7458366988586182121</id><published>2009-06-25T14:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:40:36.188-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-25T14:40:36.188-07:00</app:edited><title>thus far, pittsburgh:</title><summary>car-negg-y. not carn-a-gy.old bricks and cracks in the side walk to trip on.trail/track-running culture (i love this).hot (yes, actually hot. but cooler than louisiana).empty house with lots of yellow walls.whole foods and trader joe's down the street (sah-weet!!! i can eat un-processed organic food!)amazing yoga (really is amazing. they are right).confusing bus-transit system (better than a car)</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/feeds/7458366988586182121/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2009/06/thus-far-pittsburgh.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/7458366988586182121?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/7458366988586182121?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2009/06/thus-far-pittsburgh.html" title="thus far, pittsburgh:" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482881611560567941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smH34WIY7LE/R6ezp_HW1RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dc6mKfb_YlQ/S220/IMAGE_011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEADSH89eip7ImA9WxJWFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150663725408892969.post-1437175039179933916</id><published>2009-06-18T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T06:19:39.162-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-22T06:19:39.162-07:00</app:edited><title>the next step....</title><summary>i'm sitting outside at my parents GIANT new house in baton rouge, la. i am listening to some cheesy xm station that my mom turned on earlier. and in the background i hear the trickling of water from the pool fountain and some birds chirping in the cypress tree in the center of the lake. the sun is beginning to go down so the light is quite nice and yellow-y. it's still pretty warm out, but </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/feeds/1437175039179933916/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2009/06/next-step.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/1437175039179933916?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150663725408892969/posts/default/1437175039179933916?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarahcalandro.blogspot.com/2009/06/next-step.html" title="the next step...." /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482881611560567941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smH34WIY7LE/R6ezp_HW1RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dc6mKfb_YlQ/S220/IMAGE_011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>

