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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600950311303365742</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 06:10:28 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>hobbies</category><category>world youth day</category><category>pictures</category><category>education</category><category>technology</category><category>Saskatoon</category><category>word processing</category><category>funny</category><category>appleworks</category><category>movies</category><category>contests</category><category>books</category><category>comics</category><category>ebay</category><category>shopping</category><category>nature</category><category>cartoons</category><category>events</category><category>art</category><category>word</category><category>inspiration</category><category>Kingdom Hospital</category><category>simpsons</category><category>writing ideas</category><category>fundraising</category><category>travel and places</category><category>daily</category><category>catholic education</category><category>thoughts</category><category>family</category><category>internet</category><category>Writing</category><category>tv</category><category>my life</category><category>freelance</category><category>blogs</category><category>teaching</category><category>humor</category><category>me</category><category>children</category><category>reviews</category><category>personal</category><category>recycling</category><category>vacation</category><category>culture</category><category>random</category><category>holiday</category><category>pets and animals</category><category>games</category><category>school</category><category>Stephen King</category><category>television</category><category>life</category><category>mylife</category><category>literature</category><category>classroom</category><category>knitting</category><category>feng shui</category><category>food</category><category>outdoors</category><category>mac</category><category>entertainment</category><category>poetry</category><category>religion</category><category>random thoughts</category><category>stories</category><category>bunnies</category><category>blogging</category><category>money</category><title>Caryn's Corner</title><description>Writing, weirdness, and wild observations of a writer for life</description><link>http://carynswark.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Caryn Swark)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/CarynsCorner" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="carynscorner" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600950311303365742.post-5106655883546691755</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Sep 2007 03:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-03T21:09:27.525-06:00</atom:updated><title>Moving again</title><description>Yeah, I know, I keep shifting around, but I PROMISE this is the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have moved my blog over to Wordpress. That way I can consolidate some of my work from my website and you won't have to jump all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new url is &lt;a href="http://carynswark.wordpress.com"&gt;http://carynswark.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your patience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600950311303365742-5106655883546691755?l=carynswark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CarynsCorner/~4/mZsRM06OFwA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://carynswark.blogspot.com/2007/09/moving-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caryn Swark)</author><thr:total>23</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600950311303365742.post-2731155323584557486</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-03T21:01:17.674-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">education</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">school</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">daily</category><title>No sleep tonight, I see</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RtzJcbN0IfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/tbk-xg2nDtM/s1600-h/logoEbay_x45.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RtzJcbN0IfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/tbk-xg2nDtM/s320/logoEbay_x45.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106177567710519794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this isn't an advertisement, merely a statement of fact: &lt;a href="http://www.ebay.com"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;killing  &lt;/span&gt;me! There are way too many fun things to buy, and with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;paypal&lt;/span&gt; it's way too easy to go click click click, I'm a hundred bucks poorer and some useless crap richer! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's the day before the first day of school, which means I'll probably lie awake all night staring at the ceiling and blinking, thus ensuring a cranky, grouchy teacher for my eager little darlings when they arrive on the morrow. Perhaps I'll break the pattern this year... but since it's been this way since I was, oh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seven&lt;/span&gt;, I don't think that's likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was a great deal of fun. Saskatoon was quite chilly, which I actually rather enjoyed. On the other hand, somewhere &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; the way I seem to have switched from "It's a wedding, I'll have a few treats" to "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;, I think I'll eat everything in sight." Yikes. I consumed some actual  vegetables today, and I think my system is still in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to write some stories based on wedding events, but I'm afraid my family would instantly recognize themselves. Ho hum, maybe in a decade or two ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com"&gt;http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600950311303365742-2731155323584557486?l=carynswark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CarynsCorner/~4/4HBX56zEFLM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://carynswark.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-sleep-tonight-i-see.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caryn Swark)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RtzJcbN0IfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/tbk-xg2nDtM/s72-c/logoEbay_x45.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600950311303365742.post-505232022574359058</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Sep 2007 03:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-02T21:28:45.318-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">reviews</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">entertainment</category><title>How does one "die hard"?</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/Rtt97bN0IeI/AAAAAAAAAJw/OIpqV0NgNno/s1600-h/3289[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105813062426042850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/Rtt97bN0IeI/AAAAAAAAAJw/OIpqV0NgNno/s320/3289%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's official: I should be in charge of writing all Hollywood feature films.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's perhaps a bit pretentious. Not ALL. There are a few talented writers out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I should have been in charge of this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God. Let me explain something to you: it is impossible to survive a fall from a helicopter unscathed, okay? Also, if you can fall through several windows, crash into (and knock down) a handful of metal shelving units, be run over by an SUV, be smashed through a few walls by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;at same SUV, and come out of it with nothing more than a strategically placed cut on your chin, you shouldn't be in movies, you should be in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Guinness&lt;/span&gt; Book of World Records.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh. I actually feel stupider. As the online comic gurus from Penny Arcade would have it, Die Hard is in fact &lt;a href="http://www.penny-arcade.com/comic/2007/07/16"&gt;brain &lt;em&gt;poison&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Don't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write something instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com/"&gt;http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600950311303365742-505232022574359058?l=carynswark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CarynsCorner/~4/q3s97dIdFWs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://carynswark.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-does-one-die-hard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caryn Swark)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/Rtt97bN0IeI/AAAAAAAAAJw/OIpqV0NgNno/s72-c/3289%5B2%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600950311303365742.post-4344478476302391851</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Sep 2007 16:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-01T10:33:51.540-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">education</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hobbies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pets and animals</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">contests</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">daily</category><title>Frazzled</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RtmPYLN0IdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7Hp6afMhZsk/s1600-h/ssb34[1].gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105269298091532754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="140" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RtmPYLN0IdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7Hp6afMhZsk/s320/ssb34%5B1%5D.gif" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously contemplated &lt;a href="http://www.stickergiant.com/page/sg/PROD/co/ssb34"&gt;buying this&lt;/a&gt; for my classroom, but I was afraid it might prove a wee bit distracting. It's certainly distracting me! Still, it fairly accurately describes how I'm feeling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, driving six hours through the Canadian prairies -- dull and uninspired. Seriously. Very little opportunity for inspiration. Some people would disagree with me, of course, and the prairies do have their own sordid beauty -- but six hours of them is, frankly, more than enough. I also discovered why you should not use glue stick that is extremely old. It makes a mess. Period. (Don't worry -- I wasn't driving)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radio-canada.ca/prixlitteraires/english/categories.shtml"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the only time I really miss my laptop. My boyfriend bought some contraption where my laptop could plug into the cigarette lighter on his car, and I used to write for hours while we drove. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iMac&lt;/span&gt; isn't much bigger than a laptop, of course, but I'm still not carting it all over. Most of the rest of the time I don't miss that tiny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' thing at all... which I guess is about right. Laptops are mainly of use when traveling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm staying at my brother's house with his psychotic golden retriever/lab. It was so excited about the air &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mattress&lt;/span&gt; in the living room that it spent four hours bouncing on it. By a strange coincidence, this morning I found myself lying flat on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stories, hey? :) By the way, if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;anyone's&lt;/span&gt; interested I found &lt;a href="http://fictionwriting.about.com/od/previouscontestdeadlines/Short_Story_Contest_Calendars_for_All_Months.htm"&gt;a whole bunch of writing contests&lt;/a&gt;. Also, I have a &lt;a href="http://tomorrowstrust.ca/?p=826"&gt;new comic strip&lt;/a&gt; up on Tomorrow's Trust (but it won't be on my website until I get back on Tuesday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com/"&gt;http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600950311303365742-4344478476302391851?l=carynswark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CarynsCorner/~4/xhYQ_WinJZA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://carynswark.blogspot.com/2007/09/frazzled.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caryn Swark)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RtmPYLN0IdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7Hp6afMhZsk/s72-c/ssb34%5B1%5D.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600950311303365742.post-6524853700436855211</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Aug 2007 17:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-31T11:30:10.226-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">education</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><title>Murphy's Law Day</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RthOvLN0IcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TxLwsVefAZs/s1600-h/sledtrk[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104916749996007874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="146" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RthOvLN0IcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TxLwsVefAZs/s320/sledtrk%5B1%5D.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a graphic to go with this post, I discovered more than I'd ever wanted to know about &lt;a href="http://www.murphys-laws.com/murphy/murphy-true.html"&gt;the origins of Murphy's Law&lt;/a&gt;. It's kind of interesting, though. God bless the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy's Law Day is the title I give to days like the ones I had yesterday. Before lunch I'd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;lost my sketchbook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cut myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;burned myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;endured the first half of a VERY long meeting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lost my most important teaching book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;smashed my head into a wall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then AFTER lunch:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;found my sketchbook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;glued my sketchbook to my desk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;set off my car alarm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;endured the rest of the meeting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tipped a very full basket of paintbrushes, crayons, etc. off my desk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spilled milk all over my couch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stepped on a rabbit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;almost killed a small child with a shopping cart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;accidentally scratched a previous wound, which naturally bled copiously&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dyed my floor green&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, I didn't exactly &lt;em&gt;dye&lt;/em&gt; it, I just spilled green gunk all over it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The gluing of the sketchbook is the real mystery. You see, there wasn't any glue on it. Apparently there must have been &lt;strong&gt;something&lt;/strong&gt; on it, because I had to rip the cover off to separate it from the desk, and then I spent fifteen minutes spraying the table down and scraping paper off with a painting knife. The uses you find for things, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, I'm off to Saskatoon for a wedding, which means I'm driving. Hopefully Murphy's Law is at an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com/"&gt;http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600950311303365742-6524853700436855211?l=carynswark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CarynsCorner/~4/9JwTDL3ZXUU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://carynswark.blogspot.com/2007/08/murphys-law-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caryn Swark)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RthOvLN0IcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TxLwsVefAZs/s72-c/sledtrk%5B1%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600950311303365742.post-1001924244563483462</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Aug 2007 23:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-30T17:56:26.744-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">art</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">education</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ebay</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><title>Exhaustion!</title><description>This is going to be a record-short entry to match the record-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;looong&lt;/span&gt; staff meeting that sapped my life away. 9:00 am to 2:00 pm with a break for lunch! Yikes! School hasn't even started and I feel like the life inside me is just draining &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;awaaaayyy&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who may (or may not) be remotely interested, some of my artwork is now available for sale on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ebay&lt;/span&gt; -- &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.ca/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=110165019689"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.ca/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;amp;item=110165020652"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep writing (and do some on my behalf, huh?) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com"&gt;http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600950311303365742-1001924244563483462?l=carynswark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CarynsCorner/~4/HQtEkPx87lQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://carynswark.blogspot.com/2007/08/exhaustion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caryn Swark)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600950311303365742.post-7058956680775460126</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Aug 2007 23:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-29T17:25:32.624-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">comics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><title>Levels and Plateaus</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RtX-1bN0IbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-phiBA7-zuU/s1600-h/P1010565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RtX-1bN0IbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-phiBA7-zuU/s320/P1010565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104265946486546866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever feel that writing is like crossing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;looong&lt;/span&gt; rickety bridge over a huge chasm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, that picture is from &lt;a href="http://www.capbridge.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Capilanno&lt;/span&gt; Park&lt;/a&gt; in British Columbia, and yes I went on the bridge. It actually wasn't all that scary. It's pretty secure. There was a Japanese lady crossing with us, though, who seemed pretty terrified, judging by all the screaming and whatnot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it a lot harder to come up with good ideas for &lt;a href="http://tomorrowstrust.ca/?cat=16"&gt;comic strips&lt;/a&gt; than either &lt;a href="http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com/Paper%20Masks.html"&gt;Paper Masks&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com/The%20Blacksod%20Scream.html"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Blacksod&lt;/span&gt; Scream&lt;/a&gt;. It's funny -- or it isn't, which I guess is the problem. When I write novels I just sit back and write, and sometimes funny stuff comes and sometimes it doesn't. Doing the comic strips I have to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;consciously&lt;/span&gt; funny, which I find much harder -- I always figure no one else will think I'm as amusing as I find myself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I've submitted The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Blacksod&lt;/span&gt; Scream to an agent, so we'll see what comes of that. A friend of mine recently complained that I shouldn't post only the first chapter on the net, as it's annoying to anyone who wants to... well, read it! :) I suppose he has the point, but if I was a publisher I also suspect I wouldn't want to bother with something that was available in its entirety for free online. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work tomorrow (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;heigh&lt;/span&gt;-ho, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;heigh&lt;/span&gt;-ho!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com"&gt;http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600950311303365742-7058956680775460126?l=carynswark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CarynsCorner/~4/MBJbjNkyJvw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://carynswark.blogspot.com/2007/08/levels-and-plateaus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caryn Swark)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RtX-1bN0IbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-phiBA7-zuU/s72-c/P1010565.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600950311303365742.post-8148945882741346578</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Aug 2007 18:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-28T12:32:59.442-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">education</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hobbies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">classroom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">school</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">feng shui</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">catholic education</category><title>One Last Day</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RtRoA7N0IaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SjSGKBxMPrI/s1600-h/deer.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 139px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RtRoA7N0IaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SjSGKBxMPrI/s320/deer.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103818642822537634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to forgive me if I don't have much writing to talk about just now -- I'm taking one last day of holiday before it's back to work! Hey, I was at the school yesterday from eight to four thirty. All I ask is one more day off :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids aren't back until Tuesday, but we start tomorrow. Opening mass and staff meeting -- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;looooong&lt;/span&gt; staff meeting. Still, I'm kind of excited to go back. My classroom is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;feng&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shuied&lt;/span&gt; (a word I've &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;verbified&lt;/span&gt;). My co-conspirator and partner in crime, who teaches across the hall from me, and I have been busy following a lot of the advice laid out in &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Feng-Shui-Classroom-Debra-Keller/dp/0740742590/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2/105-0218642-4677200?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1188325555&amp;sr=8-2"&gt;this little book&lt;/a&gt;. Just in case anyone wants a crash course, this is what we've done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wherever possible, replaced artificial materials with natural (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;eg&lt;/span&gt;, wicker in place of plastic)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Placed "pointed red fire symbols" in the south to balance our teaching&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Placed seven symbols of wisdom in the room (in my case, a small plaster dragon, an owl, a dolphin dangling from my overhead screen, an angel, a bamboo plant, a globe, and a stone magnet that says WISDOM)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Placed artificial white flowers in the North to facilitate our relationships with our students&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Placed drawing charcoal in the southeast to improve our students' self-esteem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tried to follow color advice where possible: Pale yellow is for listening, bright yellow for talking, red is friendly, blue is calming, green is active, etc. Unfortunately my "black" boards are in fact green.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Actually, we have the whole school curious -- other teachers keep stopping by to see what we're doing! I've also made a big banner reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;disce&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;aut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;discede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- either learn or leave. Years ago, someone told me that on the first day of school each child should take something home and learn something specific. That's always stayed with me. So on the first day of school, I always make "welcome back" kits -- you know the drill, an elastic to remind you to stretch, an eraser to remind you that everyone makes mistakes, etc. And I always teach them something random. This year it will be a phrase in Latin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good luck to all my fellow teachers -- try to go in with a positive attitude,  huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com"&gt;http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600950311303365742-8148945882741346578?l=carynswark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CarynsCorner/~4/X6s1o4gYh4w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://carynswark.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-last-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caryn Swark)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RtRoA7N0IaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SjSGKBxMPrI/s72-c/deer.2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600950311303365742.post-7787617801378763972</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2007 14:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-27T09:00:13.764-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">culture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing ideas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hobbies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">knitting</category><title>Unusual</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RtLlDbN0IZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jSdWFkHrx5s/s1600-h/1135727845_4db8115d9c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 155px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RtLlDbN0IZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jSdWFkHrx5s/s320/1135727845_4db8115d9c_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103393174772261266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maskerade.blogsome.com/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; was brought to my attention the other day -- the blog of a couple girls traveling around and knitting... well, whatever, which they then leave attached to various public places. I can't decide if it's really cool or really weird, although I must say that picture is pretty darn neat. And I suppose that if you want to pester the public with your "art," I'd much prefer some brightly colored wool to six foot high curse words. I wonder what I'd do if I woke up and found someone had knit-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fittied&lt;/span&gt; say, my car. I think I'd leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people say they have trouble coming up with ideas to write about? Folks, browse the&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;. Every crazy person in the world is out there and usually pretty vocal about it. You're bound to come up with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; sort of idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to knit, actually. A friend of mine was a member of the &lt;a href="http://knitting.activist.ca/"&gt;Revolutionary Knitting Circle&lt;/a&gt;, which is actually pretty cool. She taught me how and I made a scarf. It was six feet long, dark green, about six inches wide at its narrowest and a foot and a half at its widest. Needless to say, it was not a very good scarf. I haven't knitted in ages now -- too busy with painting and writing and now cartooning. I should start again. I like to do it while I watch TV, because it gives me something to do during commercials. I hate commercials. It's that English degree coming out -- I tend to sit there and analyze them, loudly. By the time I'm done, other people hate commercials too (or they just hate me!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school's starting again soon (us teachers go back on Wednesday) so I'd better get myself moving and try to accomplish something today. On a bright note, today is the VERY LAST DAY I have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;force feed&lt;/span&gt; medication to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kirsty&lt;/span&gt; Trickster. One more dose and we are FINISHED. Thank you, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com"&gt;http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600950311303365742-7787617801378763972?l=carynswark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CarynsCorner/~4/ftdNNZn5dhw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://carynswark.blogspot.com/2007/08/unusual.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caryn Swark)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RtLlDbN0IZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jSdWFkHrx5s/s72-c/1135727845_4db8115d9c_o.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600950311303365742.post-5896202177140981802</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Aug 2007 21:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-26T15:55:33.671-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">comics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">world youth day</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">religion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">recycling</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">events</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fundraising</category><title>I Hate Cans</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RtH0xrN0IYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4Jfma5IUu3I/s1600-h/can3_small.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RtH0xrN0IYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4Jfma5IUu3I/s320/can3_small.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103128987038916994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are one of those people who throw garbage into recycle bins, could you please stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group I'm involved with is going to Australia next summer for &lt;a href="http://www.wyd2008.org/"&gt;World Youth Day&lt;/a&gt;. For a fundraiser, we spent this weekend working like crazy at &lt;a href="http://www.taberchamber.com/portal/Cornfest2007/tabid/569/Default.aspx"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cornfest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Taber's local festival/ midway. Look, I didn't name it, okay? :) Yesterday we cleaned up the beer gardens, then worked a five hour concession shift, then spent four hours emptying recycle bins. Today we cleaned the beer gardens again, then spent three hours at the recycle depot sorting the contents. Here is a small sampling of what we gathered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-many many cans and bottles&lt;br /&gt;-lots of soaked napkins&lt;br /&gt;-a shoelace&lt;br /&gt;-a heavy black object that opened to reveal a sort of metal stick (???)&lt;br /&gt;-hamburgers&lt;br /&gt;-corn cobs&lt;br /&gt;-chewing gum&lt;br /&gt;-copious amounts of various liquids&lt;br /&gt;-lots of cigarette butts&lt;br /&gt;-lip gloss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And much much more. So if you are one of those people who like to throw things that can't be recycled into recycle bins, I repeat: please stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I smell like beer, I'm a magnet for wasps, and I'm exhausted. In fact, I'm just on my way for an hour long shower, which may begin to remove the grime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have a new comic up on &lt;a href="http://www.tomorrowstrust.ca/"&gt;Tomorrow's Trust&lt;/a&gt;, where &lt;a href="http://tomorrowstrust.ca/?cat=16"&gt;Halos now has its own category&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; Halos!) Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com/"&gt;http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Bunny update: Kirsty Trickster is feeling much better although still hopping somewhat tenderly, and Skunkzilla seems to like her again (although she is still stealing her food). Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600950311303365742-5896202177140981802?l=carynswark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CarynsCorner/~4/X4tZrm7MTT4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://carynswark.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-hate-cans.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caryn Swark)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RtH0xrN0IYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4Jfma5IUu3I/s72-c/can3_small.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600950311303365742.post-814146616326971797</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Aug 2007 06:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-24T00:29:30.744-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bunnies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pets and animals</category><title>The Bunnies!!!!!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/Rs55-LN0IXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Cn2COkSEgls/s1600-h/skunkztrix2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 159px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/Rs55-LN0IXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Cn2COkSEgls/s320/skunkztrix2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102149536926933362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I'm still blogging about bunnies. That's all I can think about right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what's going on -- if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kirsty&lt;/span&gt; came back from the vet with a weird smell, or if weakness just triggers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Skunkz's&lt;/span&gt; instinct to go for the throat -- but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Skunkzilla&lt;/span&gt; seems to have forgotten she was ever friends with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kirsty&lt;/span&gt;. I'm talking, 8 AM yesterday they were cuddled up together, and today every time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kirsty&lt;/span&gt; gets within ten feet of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Skunkz&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Skunkz&lt;/span&gt; chases her and tries to attack her. It's driving me nuts because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kirsty&lt;/span&gt; really shouldn't be running, not with the stitches, and she probably shouldn't be stressed out either! I really hope I don't have to go through the whole getting-to-know-you process again, because it took forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW do you forget your best buddy in a 24 hour period????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe my boyfriend's right and the Skunk Bunny is, quite simply, evil. I'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com"&gt;http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600950311303365742-814146616326971797?l=carynswark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CarynsCorner/~4/SFo1ppL9i0k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://carynswark.blogspot.com/2007/08/bunnies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caryn Swark)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/Rs55-LN0IXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Cn2COkSEgls/s72-c/skunkztrix2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600950311303365742.post-4727488850757240030</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Aug 2007 15:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-23T09:51:02.770-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bunnies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pets and animals</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">daily</category><title>Evil</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/Rs2ryrN0IWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/KiiQp1y8GQ4/s1600-h/j0114434.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/Rs2ryrN0IWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/KiiQp1y8GQ4/s320/j0114434.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101922839963115874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a horrible person who does not deserve a sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kirsty&lt;/span&gt; Trickster spayed the other day for her own good -- female bunnies REALLY have to be fixed or they can get very sick. Also, she kept behaving inappropriately with furniture. She was supposed to stay at the vet overnight, but they asked me to take her home early because she was so scared. She looks an utter wreck. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Skunkz&lt;/span&gt; was bigger (not older, just bigger) when I had her done so she didn't look quite so... so. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kirsty's&lt;/span&gt; eyes are red and puffy and her fur's all matted, and she is VERY VERY UNHAPPY with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't eat by the end of the day I'm calling the vet, and that's that! My poor little bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a similar note, HOW ON EARTH DO PEOPLE GIVE BUNNIES MEDICATION? I've read all these tips and the vet assures me she has no problem, but I have two bunnies who would rather swallow hot coals than anything from a tube. I even tried to give &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kirsty&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;smartie&lt;/span&gt; today as a treat (I know, I know, she shouldn't have chocolate but I figured if I gave her something really good) and she wouldn't take it! She just hopped away and flicked her feet at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, fine. I just don't want her getting hurt or tearing her stitches in a fight to dodge medication. Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm just so worked up about my baby bunny that writing is the last thing on my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep at it, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com"&gt;http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600950311303365742-4727488850757240030?l=carynswark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CarynsCorner/~4/HQhvpySo-bI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://carynswark.blogspot.com/2007/08/evil.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caryn Swark)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/Rs2ryrN0IWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/KiiQp1y8GQ4/s72-c/j0114434.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600950311303365742.post-4551966005604629977</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Aug 2007 18:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-22T12:26:04.516-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hobbies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">books</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">daily</category><title>Books I Like</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/Rsx85LN0IUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/r38kP76frO8/s1600-h/51VQSG9AGNL._AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 158px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/Rsx85LN0IUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/r38kP76frO8/s320/51VQSG9AGNL._AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101589799609049410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recently picked up &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Elsewhere-Will-Shetterly/dp/0152052097/ref=pd_bbs_2/103-7619869-2906232?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1187806380&amp;sr=8-2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elsewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shetterly&lt;/span&gt;. It's a book I expected to like from the description, expected &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to like from the first chapter, and wound up loving. The basic plot involves a kid named Ron who travels to the border between the human world and Faerie, a place where street gangs perform magic and elves and humans mix tentatively at best. Ron is an immediately unlikable character, which turned me off at first but quickly became an understandable part of his personality rather than just an annoyance. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shetterly's&lt;/span&gt; comic timing is great. Even when I didn't want to I'd find myself chuckling at an off-handed comment or joke. I think the writing itself, and the concept, are more enjoyable than the actual book -- there are a handful of loose ends, the ending isn't particularly satisfying, and events don't play out the way I'd hoped they would. But it's more than worth reading just for the... well, the read! There's a sequel that I'm looking forward to picking up as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other book I'm reading is Anthony Horowitz's &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Public-Enemy-Number-Two-Mysteries/dp/0142402184/ref=sr_1_9/103-7619869-2906232?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1187806678&amp;sr=1-9"&gt;Public Enemy Number Two&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;I'd love to give you a picture but I can't find one without a stupid graphic plastered over top, so just go check it out if you're interested. Horowitz wrote those Alex Ryder teen spy novels, which I haven't read although I do keep meaning to. Public Enemy Number Two is the second in a series of mystery novels written in the tradition of old-school film &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;noir&lt;/span&gt; type detectives. It's full of groan-out-loud puns and the narrator is a hardened thirteen-year-old with a dumb-as-nails private detective as a big brother. It's another one of those books I didn't expect to like (and didn't intend to like after reading chapter one) but couldn't quite bring myself to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;highly&lt;/span&gt; recommend these two reads. Even if you don't enjoy the plot, they're worth reading just for their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;style&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carynswark.bravehost.com"&gt;http://www.carynswark.bravehost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Public-Enemy-Number-Two-Mysteries/dp/0142402184/ref=sr_1_9/103-7619869-2906232?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1187806678&amp;amp;sr=1-9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600950311303365742-4551966005604629977?l=carynswark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CarynsCorner/~4/H3geyk3-KCg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://carynswark.blogspot.com/2007/08/books-i-like.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caryn Swark)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/Rsx85LN0IUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/r38kP76frO8/s72-c/51VQSG9AGNL._AA240_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600950311303365742.post-9067209616635016978</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2007 21:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-21T15:51:24.591-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">outdoors</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travel and places</category><title>More People Should Go Outside</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/Rstcu7N0ITI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tOODpuvKWJQ/s1600-h/gcamron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/Rstcu7N0ITI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tOODpuvKWJQ/s400/gcamron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101272964166590770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;a href="http://www.watertonpark.ca"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Waterton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is incredibly beautiful. It's kind of like &lt;a href="http://www.banffalberta.ca/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Banff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, except without all the stores and wall-to-wall people and cheesy tourist attractions. Don't get me wrong, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Banff&lt;/span&gt; is lovely and all, but it kind of personifies the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;commercialism&lt;/span&gt; -- or at least, it would if it was sentient and capable of personifying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Waterton&lt;/span&gt;, on the other hand, is a little more low-key, a little more natural. There are still heaps of people and loads to see and do, but it's less like being in a really gorgeous shopping mall. There are deer EVERYWHERE right now -- it kind of reminded me of &lt;a href="http://www.pref.nara.jp/english/"&gt;Nara&lt;/a&gt; in Japan! Nara is a city where deer are considered sacred, so they wander around eating your jacket and making pests of themselves. Actually, it's kind of neat, though I can't say I'd like to live with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Waterton&lt;/span&gt; is a wildly inspirational place. I've done lots of writing and drawing over the last two days! By the way, any of you American-types might know the area better as &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/glac/"&gt;Glacier National Park&lt;/a&gt;. We actually crossed the border by boat (one of the few places you can do that without going through customs and immigration, but don't get any bright ideas -- they're pretty careful about making sure you don't stray, and the place they take you is literally miles from civilization).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in the area, I highly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com"&gt;http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600950311303365742-9067209616635016978?l=carynswark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CarynsCorner/~4/5d7M7ICnVyM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://carynswark.blogspot.com/2007/08/more-people-should-go-outside.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caryn Swark)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/Rstcu7N0ITI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tOODpuvKWJQ/s72-c/gcamron.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600950311303365742.post-1932854711801072326</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Aug 2007 17:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-19T11:17:31.028-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">comics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">education</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travel and places</category><title>Off to See The Wizard</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/Rsh6aLN0IQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/c3EcL_YQkYk/s1600-h/cameron_falls-ds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/Rsh6aLN0IQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/c3EcL_YQkYk/s320/cameron_falls-ds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100461168103006466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, actually I'm going to &lt;a href="http://www.watertonpark.ca"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Waterton&lt;/span&gt; Park&lt;/a&gt;, but either way I won't be blogging for the next two days. I can't find my birth certificate, which means I probably can't cross the border though. When I went to Vegas they let me through with my expired passport and a warning that Canada customs might not let me back &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt; Canada. As I recall, Canada customs didn't even check. I guess I don't fit the profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested, I've done a comic called &lt;a href="http://tomorrowstrust.ca/?p=793"&gt;Halos&lt;/a&gt; for Tomorrow's Trust. Hopefully it's not as bad as I think it is.... I really need to sit down and do some work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com"&gt;http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600950311303365742-1932854711801072326?l=carynswark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CarynsCorner/~4/gDrBPrGe__4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://carynswark.blogspot.com/2007/08/off-to-see-wizard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caryn Swark)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/Rsh6aLN0IQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/c3EcL_YQkYk/s72-c/cameron_falls-ds.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600950311303365742.post-7381581393359820128</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2007 16:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-18T10:46:12.150-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">appleworks</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">word</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">technology</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">word processing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mac</category><title>Apple Works</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RsOnAbN0INI/AAAAAAAAAHY/M_I7b5Yt69I/s1600-h/computer.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RsOnAbN0INI/AAAAAAAAAHY/M_I7b5Yt69I/s320/computer.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099102828861071570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home I use a mac and at school I use a PC. That being said, I have way too much experience with both Microsoft Word and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Appleworks&lt;/span&gt;, so I thought I'd post a brief compare and contrast here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Microsoft Word:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Compatible with just about every system in the universe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Once you figure it out it operates quite simply&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good selection of clip-art and fonts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Powerpoint&lt;/span&gt; is simply amazing (not Word, but they're both part of Office, so...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Annoying little assistant that pesters you until you turn him off&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Randomly replaces things without asking you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frequently insists grammatical mistakes exist where none do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has a mind of its own (and should receive psychiatric treatment)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Periodically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reformats&lt;/span&gt; things, or formats them to match something you've done before, forcing you to spend ten minutes figuring out how to make it stop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A lot of the above "cons" are made far worse if, like me, you work on shared computers. I've turned some of these options off on my class computers, but I can't do that in the labs or staff room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Appleworks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Incredibly easy to use&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Contains a good selection of fonts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has a useful, easily integrated drawing and painting program&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never replaces anything without asking you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Efficiently spell checks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; you ask it to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Easily handles just about any file format you like (from doc to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rtf&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can save in Microsoft Word format (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;, .doc)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Compared to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Powerpoint&lt;/span&gt;, Presentation frankly sucks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Selection of clip-art is middling at best&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess you can see which side I've come out on :) I love my mac. I cannot begin to express how very much I despise Windows. Last year when my computer crashed, I seriously considered a PC just for financial reasons... but three days of using the school computers changed my mind. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com/"&gt;http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600950311303365742-7381581393359820128?l=carynswark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CarynsCorner/~4/P5XadqOKVFg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://carynswark.blogspot.com/2007/08/apple-works.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caryn Swark)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RsOnAbN0INI/AAAAAAAAAHY/M_I7b5Yt69I/s72-c/computer.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600950311303365742.post-6152482687341937272</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Aug 2007 16:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-17T11:01:06.754-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">money</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">teaching</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">internet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">freelance</category><title>Freelancing</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RsOj_7N0IMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zXh_VmuXr60/s1600-h/bookmark.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RsOj_7N0IMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zXh_VmuXr60/s320/bookmark.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099099521736253634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An article I wrote about teacher dreams has been posted to &lt;a href="http://tomorrowstrust.ca/?p=788"&gt;Tomorrow's Trust&lt;/a&gt;, if you'd like to check it out! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I've received a couple emails asking me about freelance writing, so I thought I'd post my usual answer here. For what it's worth, these are strictly my opinions, and they aren't very thorough because I haven't had time to really pursue them. But here are my experiences with some of the main freelance writing sites on the net:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.manuscriptservices.co.uk/"&gt;Manuscript Services&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Manuscript Services is British-based but hires abroad. They are a reputable company and pay promptly for completed work. They email you new assignments as they become available. At first I made some money off Manuscript Services, but I found that it's quite difficult to get an assignment: you go long periods with no work. Furthermore, the vast majority of people seeking your services are CLEARLY university students who want you to write essays for them. Although Manuscript Services explicitly disallows this, some clients go so far as to post assignments and marking criteria. For me at least, this is an ethical issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/"&gt;Associated Content:&lt;/a&gt; I have only recently signed up with Associated Content so please take my comments with a grain of salt. From what I can tell so far, Associated Content seems like a better place to gain name recognition than to make money. They are also not overly picky about what content they accept, so there is no quality assurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;a href="http://www.elance.com/"&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Elance&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Elance&lt;/span&gt; is definitely one of the best websites for obtaining legitimate, paid work. The only thing is, if you want to turn a profit you will definitely have to get a paid membership. A free membership allows you to browse but not bid, which is rather counterproductive. If you want to make any money at all, you have to be able to bid on projects. So if you're confident in your abilities and your work skills, this may be the site for you; if not, you might want to try somewhere else first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.constant-content.com/"&gt;Constant Content&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;I've saved this one for last because it's kind of a long story. When I first joined Constant Content, I was selling articles like mad and making very good money. At some point, however, they started rejecting my articles for bizarre reasons. Eventually I got annoyed enough to email them and (this is one of my main beefs) they told me to post my concerns in the forum. That, in my opinion, is the most unprofessional and troubling part of Constant Content: they will not deal with you directly but address all concerns publicly in the forum. I've even seen them deal with plagiarism there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was informed that my writing was poorly organized and illogical. This absolutely knocked me for a loop, because I have a Master's in English and was accepted to do my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ph&lt;/span&gt;.D. in the same discipline. I'm a published author and have a certain degree of credibility working with the English language. Since then I've become less than enamored of Constant Content. I do feel honor-bound to add, though, that when I browse the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; no one else seems to have had this problem. I don't know if they just hate me or what, but based solely on my experiences I would definitely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, those are four of the main freelancing sites I've found available. Hopefully that helps you out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com/"&gt;http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600950311303365742-6152482687341937272?l=carynswark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CarynsCorner/~4/NxYFnNx3WVQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://carynswark.blogspot.com/2007/08/freelancing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caryn Swark)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RsOj_7N0IMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zXh_VmuXr60/s72-c/bookmark.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600950311303365742.post-6105035693239568273</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Aug 2007 22:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-16T16:08:10.214-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">education</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">teaching</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><title>Any Ed Profs Out There?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RsTKKbN0IPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/6NaFSI2G-yY/s1600-h/scream.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RsTKKbN0IPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/6NaFSI2G-yY/s320/scream.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099422958543446258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think education programs need to offer a course called Annoying Things You'll Spend Hours Doing. I just spent two hours sorting through my decks of cards and making them all into decks of cards again. Unfortunately they were all purchased at the Dollar Store so they all have the same backs, and apparently putting them back into their boxes and/or rubber bands is a little too much for my class to handle. I opened up my math box today to find the cards in a massive heap. So I sat there and rifled through them until I had eight sets and a bunch of extras (I was doubly annoyed to open the language box and find someone had randomly shoved a bunch of playing cards in there, too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children! You will destroy me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600950311303365742-6105035693239568273?l=carynswark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CarynsCorner/~4/2UN63RVmHmk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://carynswark.blogspot.com/2007/08/any-ed-profs-out-there.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caryn Swark)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RsTKKbN0IPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/6NaFSI2G-yY/s72-c/scream.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600950311303365742.post-5041243507204691833</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Aug 2007 15:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-16T09:07:45.131-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">religion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">catholic education</category><title>An Auspicious Alignment?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RsOpAbN0IOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zfZzzeKotZg/s1600-h/worms.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RsOpAbN0IOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zfZzzeKotZg/s320/worms.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099105027884327138" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes it's funny how life works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I received two separate emails, both from  resources on Catholicism, both asking me to do some cartooning, writing, and blogging. Of course I was happy to comply. It was strange to me that both focused on cartoons, not because I don't like cartooning (I do) but because I'm such a total amateur at it (&lt;a href="http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com/C.O.W..html"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt; if you don't believe me!) Still, I'm looking forward to the work. I think it will be a lot of fun, and it lets me combine three things I love (teaching, writing, and drawing) so that should be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blog is called &lt;a href="http://www.tomorrowstrust.ca/"&gt;Tomorrow's Trust&lt;/a&gt; (I've added them as a link). They are a very thorough and well researched resource for Catholic educators. The site had some &lt;a href="http://tomorrowstrust.ca/?p=778"&gt;nice things&lt;/a&gt; to say about me and complained that it was difficult to navigate both my blogs and my site, which I can't say much about as I agree completely :( I still haven't figured out what I'm going to do about it though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journal is called Catholic New Times and is a justice and peace journal. I'll provide a link when I have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm excited about both of these opportunities and looking forward to working at them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com"&gt;http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600950311303365742-5041243507204691833?l=carynswark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CarynsCorner/~4/ngZ-E1rh_Zs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://carynswark.blogspot.com/2007/08/auspicious-alignment_16.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caryn Swark)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RsOpAbN0IOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zfZzzeKotZg/s72-c/worms.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600950311303365742.post-7220908358670261540</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Aug 2007 16:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-15T10:48:09.612-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing ideas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">literature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random thoughts</category><title>Writing with Eyes Wide Shut</title><description>No pretty picture today. It seems blogger doesn't want me to have one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like you're not in control of the words that flow from your pen? (OK, so I never use a physical pen for writing anymore. It sounds better than "spew from your keyboard"). It doesn't happen very often but every now and then it's like once you get going, your muse takes control and your fingers move of their own accord. The next thing you know you're sitting back and staring in bemusement at something that approximates what you intended but exceeds your every expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this is a rare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurrence&lt;/span&gt;. It's a happy one, though. I had it happen last night, working on a chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com/Paper%20Masks.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paper Masks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was well past midnight when I stopped, exhausted but pleased. Naturally, the chapter still requires edits and rewrites -- can't get away from it, I'm afraid -- but the essence is there and solid and strong. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I've actually read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dream-Penguin-Twentieth-Century-Classics/dp/0141182245/ref=pd_bbs_2/103-9098398-0187855?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1187196320&amp;sr=8-2"&gt;Dream Story&lt;/a&gt;, the book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Eyes-Wide-Shut-Peter-Benson/dp/B00003CWPR/ref=pd_bbs_sr_4/103-9098398-0187855?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;qid=1187195885&amp;amp;sr=8-4"&gt;Eyes Wide Shut&lt;/a&gt; was based on. I have not seen Eyes Wide Shut and have no real intentions of doing so. I read Dream Story in a master's class, a joint operation between the departments of English and psychology. It was on Freud's influence on literature and was actually pretty interesting, in spite of my rather low opinion of Sigmund Freud. Dream Story was weird. Eyes Wide Shut looks even weirder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com"&gt;http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600950311303365742-7220908358670261540?l=carynswark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CarynsCorner/~4/FGpAVxqvkRM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://carynswark.blogspot.com/2007/08/writing-with-eyes-wide-shut.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caryn Swark)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600950311303365742.post-3209418189258661090</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2007 22:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-14T17:16:45.329-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bunnies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><title>Are Bunnies Supposed to Eat Rubber?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RsI1EN8FtYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/NEERIcRbAdM/s1600-h/eraser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 152px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RsI1EN8FtYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/NEERIcRbAdM/s320/eraser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098696074714264962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, this is what my eraser looks like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That can't be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;healthy&lt;/span&gt;, can it? Should I be rushing these animals to the hospital? Somehow I doubt it, because they're not rolling around on the ground in agony. Actually, they're currently fighting over a carrot. It's pretty amusing to watch. They're very polite about it -- no growling or scratching or biting, just a lot of yanking food from one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anothers'&lt;/span&gt; mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a whole lot more money on teaching supplies at a secondhand store today. It made my head hurt. It also made me not particularly inclined to talk about writing, which is why I'm rambling on about chewed-up erasers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, this is where stories come from, isn't it? There &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; to be something in that fight over the carrot... I wish I was a more talented artist, because that is something I'd love to capture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com"&gt;http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600950311303365742-3209418189258661090?l=carynswark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CarynsCorner/~4/N5zCWSsENDI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://carynswark.blogspot.com/2007/08/are-bunnies-supposed-to-eat-rubber.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caryn Swark)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RsI1EN8FtYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/NEERIcRbAdM/s72-c/eraser.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600950311303365742.post-9004569874831888723</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2007 16:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-13T10:21:45.872-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">education</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">literature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><title>Better Poetry Through Refrigeration</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RsCC1t8FtXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NR8_mVXrt8A/s1600-h/school3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RsCC1t8FtXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NR8_mVXrt8A/s320/school3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098218637559706994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lately, I just feel like a poet. It probably helps that I received a rather strange email the other day: a woman I knew when I went to the University of Saskatchewan contacted me regarding a poem I'd written many years ago and completely forgotten about. The poem was called "Jezebel," and the woman (&lt;a href="http://amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_gw/105-5710724-2038840?initialSearch=1&amp;url=search-alias%3Daps&amp;amp;field-keywords=mary+ann+beavis&amp;Go.x=0&amp;amp;amp;Go.y=0&amp;amp;Go=Go"&gt;Mary Ann &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Beavis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) wanted to use it in a feminist companion to the new testament. Naturally I agreed :) Actually I agreed many years ago, now that the incident's been recalled to my memory ("incident" -- it sounds like some sort of clandestine trade-off in a back room). But I was happy to agree again, and more than happy to have a copy of the poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been enjoying my new fridge magnets, and I thought I'd share some of the results. It's actually incredibly frustrating, because as a writer, it's natural to think ahead to what you want to say next -- and when you can't find that word among your magnets, you have to change your plans. It's probably a good exercise, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;houseplant&lt;br /&gt;standing with no&lt;br /&gt;rain window sun&lt;br /&gt;on my refrigerator&lt;br /&gt;so almost dead&lt;br /&gt;I must whisper to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;evening dandelions&lt;br /&gt;will fly when I call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;face me&lt;br /&gt;on the roof at summer&lt;br /&gt;at harvest in autumn&lt;br /&gt;beneath birch song shivers&lt;br /&gt;as thunder sounds&lt;br /&gt;face me&lt;br /&gt;and smile by morning&lt;br /&gt;before breathing snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;commercial&lt;br /&gt;listen&lt;br /&gt;journey&lt;br /&gt;wander&lt;br /&gt;that cloud&lt;br /&gt;alive&lt;br /&gt;is streaming&lt;br /&gt;television&lt;br /&gt;eat cry rust skin&lt;br /&gt;this woman&lt;br /&gt;blossomed&lt;br /&gt;her man&lt;br /&gt;concrete&lt;br /&gt;we all want&lt;br /&gt;to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, on my refrigerator it says "too be", but I thought I'd change it for the sake of grammatical correctness :) By the way, the title of this post is from the box of magnets. It made me grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com/"&gt;http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600950311303365742-9004569874831888723?l=carynswark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CarynsCorner/~4/s0V3P4leC2U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://carynswark.blogspot.com/2007/08/poems-from-my-refrigerator.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caryn Swark)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RsCC1t8FtXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NR8_mVXrt8A/s72-c/school3.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600950311303365742.post-104409362858825671</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2007 20:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-12T14:14:04.619-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">education</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">teaching</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">school</category><title>School's Coming</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/Rr9oht8FtVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/OqtZFWm8LLI/s1600-h/teacher_clipart_5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/Rr9oht8FtVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/OqtZFWm8LLI/s320/teacher_clipart_5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097908231683290450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into my classroom today for the first time in weeks (I've been in the school, but not in my room &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;per &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt; -- the caretakers have been busy!) The beginning of September (or end of August) is always a funny time for me. I haven't had any school dreams yet, but I will! That's how I know school is really about to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll ever be totally comfortable with standing in front of twenty small strangers that first day of school. It's kind of exciting, but I like it better after Christmas, when you know what you're coming back to, the kids are settled into your routine.... Still, you have to admire the potential of September. The whole year is in front of you, last year's triumphs and failures having -- literally -- moved on. It's like a breath of fresh air (unless the classroom gets too muggy, in which case the air is anything but).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love teaching, and I wouldn't do it if I didn't. It's a hard job, though, and it's made harder by a lack of understanding. Even my family, until recently, thought teaching was a five day a week, nine month a year, 9-3 job. Now my boyfriend complains that he never sees me and I don't have time for him because all my energy is focused on those kids! There's nothing quite like working for eight hours straight, skipping your lunch and coffee breaks to work with someone, not going to the bathroom once because you can't leave those kids alone, and coming home absolutely exhausted to a phone call from someone who thinks your job is easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well, every job has its ups and downs. Just do me a favour -- if your kids are in school, stop in to say "thank you" to the teacher every now and then as well as contacting him/her when things go wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com"&gt;http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600950311303365742-104409362858825671?l=carynswark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CarynsCorner/~4/1TUdcsVEGuM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://carynswark.blogspot.com/2007/08/schools-coming.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caryn Swark)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/Rr9oht8FtVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/OqtZFWm8LLI/s72-c/teacher_clipart_5.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600950311303365742.post-19946375722394720</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Aug 2007 17:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-11T11:45:17.260-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing ideas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><title>What the Heck Bit Me?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/Rr30298FtUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wTLoM09peJ4/s1600-h/crawlingbee.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/Rr30298FtUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wTLoM09peJ4/s400/crawlingbee.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097499578429977922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At first I thought it was a mosquito bite. Now, twelve days later, I suspect otherwise. I mean, mosquito bites don't generally swell to the size of loonies, stick around for two weeks, or feature bright red dots at their centre. So what on earth is it? I'll tell you this much -- it itches worse than any mosquito bite I've ever had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the kind of thing that gets me going on the bizarre and incredible. "What if" is never a good thing in my mind, because it leads to all sorts of unpleasant suppositions -- things that might make a great sci-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt; story but aren't very comforting in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I don't seem to have developed superpowers, so I guess I can rule out a radioactive spider. I also don't seem to be transforming into anything, so some of my creepier guesses are also rendered null. I guess I'll just wait and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you wonder where other stories come from, though. The guy who came up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/span&gt; -- do you think he really might have been bitten by a spider?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com"&gt;http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600950311303365742-19946375722394720?l=carynswark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CarynsCorner/~4/8-qnhBzEt-Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://carynswark.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-heck-bit-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caryn Swark)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/Rr30298FtUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wTLoM09peJ4/s72-c/crawlingbee.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600950311303365742.post-4436356610725320676</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2007 16:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-10T11:14:57.222-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vacation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shopping</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">holiday</category><title>I Love the Mall</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RryY2N8FtSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_EveBAHOpzo/s1600-h/vacation.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RryY2N8FtSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_EveBAHOpzo/s320/vacation.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097116935498609954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was as shallow as I expected it to be. It was also allergen-free, which was wonderful. And it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shoptastic&lt;/span&gt;. Sigh, I love the mall :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back now though, and it's almost time to head back to work. I spent something like $400 out of my own pocket on school supplies (&lt;a href="http://www.jysk.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jysk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was having a close-out sale). I'm kind of excited about it, actually, but when you combine it with hotel costs, bunny boarding, and (ahem) shopping, I'm a little alarmed by how much my three day vacation cost me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I FINALLY picked up a set of those poetry fridge magnets, which I've wanted as long as I can remember. I used to drive my friends nuts by coming to their house and standing staring at their refrigerators for hours on end. Now I can stare at my own fridge, and probably drive my bunnies insane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com/"&gt;http://www.carynscorner.bravehost.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600950311303365742-4436356610725320676?l=carynswark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CarynsCorner/~4/7JWfozeM3E0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://carynswark.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-mall.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caryn Swark)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UG9JYsL-5d4/RryY2N8FtSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_EveBAHOpzo/s72-c/vacation.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

