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This got my wondering if you could buy similar furniture from the company that supplies Starbucks.&amp;nbsp; My internet searches didn't turn up much.&amp;nbsp; I guess they like to keep their sources secret, going as far as removing the tags... in most stores... &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WQYBAr-CBFs/TZ4IQpyEEtI/AAAAAAAAADM/2J0qo2CsNy8/s1600/chaise+lounge+tag%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WQYBAr-CBFs/TZ4IQpyEEtI/AAAAAAAAADM/2J0qo2CsNy8/s400/chaise+lounge+tag%25282%2529.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This particular chair came from &lt;a href="http://www.qualityandcompany.com/"&gt;Quality &amp;amp; Company&lt;/a&gt; in Concord, Ontario, Canada.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure they won't sell this to the general public and, even if they did, I have no idea how much it would cost.&amp;nbsp; It looks like they supply hotels and restaurants.&amp;nbsp; If anyone knows how I can get my hands on something similar in quality and size, leave a comment!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Question:&amp;nbsp; So … the books that you own (however many there may be) … do you  display them proudly right there in plain sight for all the world to  see? (At least the world that comes into your living room.) &lt;br /&gt;
Or do you keep them tucked away in your office or bedroom or library or closet or someplace less “public?”&lt;br /&gt;
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Answer:&amp;nbsp; Many of our books are on&amp;nbsp; large shelves in the living room.&amp;nbsp; I wouldn't say I've got them on display for all to see, though.&amp;nbsp; For me, it's really a matter of space.&amp;nbsp; Nearly every room in the house has at least one bookshelf.&amp;nbsp; I've long dreamed of having one large library surrounded by shelves stretching&amp;nbsp; all the way up to the ceiling.&amp;nbsp; There would be a wood burning fireplace, an antique desk and a chaise lounge chair for curling up with a good book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675538-8385399837725238262?l=conspiracy-girl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TPjyU0icKJP6uiP3Vp82MgK_P5I/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TPjyU0icKJP6uiP3Vp82MgK_P5I/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Conspiracy-girlcom/~4/wpF5IPfCd1w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://conspiracy-girl.com/feeds/1655521329288384443/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675538&amp;postID=1655521329288384443" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675538/posts/default/1655521329288384443?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675538/posts/default/1655521329288384443?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Conspiracy-girlcom/~3/wpF5IPfCd1w/delicious-bookmarks-gone.html" title="Del.icio.us Bookmarks Gone!" /><author><name>Bekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700490859302640905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6dOuNu-ELak/TxOM9aYDGII/AAAAAAAAAT8/wRTjyG41_ZE/s220/ProfilePicOption.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://conspiracy-girl.com/2011/02/delicious-bookmarks-gone.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQBRXY8eCp7ImA9Wx9bEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675538.post-7434225809667441110</id><published>2011-02-20T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T23:42:34.870-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-20T23:42:34.870-05:00</app:edited><title>Frustration!</title><content type="html">I've been writing more in lately so I thought "why not revamp this old blog for the fun of it?"&amp;nbsp; So far, it's been anything but fun.&amp;nbsp; I can't get any of the monetization stuff to work *with* Blogger correctly.&amp;nbsp; Everything I'd done in the past was added manually.&amp;nbsp; I already have Google Adsense and Amazon Associate accounts.&amp;nbsp; It looks like there are ways to add them to my Blogger account but none of them work.&amp;nbsp; When I add an "Adsense Widget" nothing appears.&amp;nbsp; I'm very confused.&amp;nbsp; If anyone per chance is reading this and knows how to&amp;nbsp; get all the services to play nice... please let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675538-7434225809667441110?l=conspiracy-girl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NNWNTNDEwsH9tAy0r8Ef1Ihjhd0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NNWNTNDEwsH9tAy0r8Ef1Ihjhd0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NNWNTNDEwsH9tAy0r8Ef1Ihjhd0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NNWNTNDEwsH9tAy0r8Ef1Ihjhd0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Conspiracy-girlcom/~4/KRmKL_8r5Jc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://conspiracy-girl.com/feeds/7434225809667441110/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675538&amp;postID=7434225809667441110" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675538/posts/default/7434225809667441110?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675538/posts/default/7434225809667441110?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Conspiracy-girlcom/~3/KRmKL_8r5Jc/frustration.html" title="Frustration!" /><author><name>Bekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700490859302640905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6dOuNu-ELak/TxOM9aYDGII/AAAAAAAAAT8/wRTjyG41_ZE/s220/ProfilePicOption.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://conspiracy-girl.com/2011/02/frustration.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkADRH46cCp7ImA9Wx9TE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675538.post-5395957357689984508</id><published>2010-11-21T20:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T20:19:35.018-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-21T20:19:35.018-05:00</app:edited><title>Success!</title><content type="html">It works!  Also I'm loving the ability to multitask that comes with iOS 4.0. I can listen to Pandora or NPR while blogging from the palm of my hand. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPod Touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675538-5395957357689984508?l=conspiracy-girl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4zMJaR-G-mAyf_5xoxQr9fjaeWo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4zMJaR-G-mAyf_5xoxQr9fjaeWo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4zMJaR-G-mAyf_5xoxQr9fjaeWo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4zMJaR-G-mAyf_5xoxQr9fjaeWo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Conspiracy-girlcom/~4/im3pDlMqdDI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://conspiracy-girl.com/feeds/5395957357689984508/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675538&amp;postID=5395957357689984508" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675538/posts/default/5395957357689984508?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675538/posts/default/5395957357689984508?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Conspiracy-girlcom/~3/im3pDlMqdDI/success.html" title="Success!" /><author><name>Bekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700490859302640905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6dOuNu-ELak/TxOM9aYDGII/AAAAAAAAAT8/wRTjyG41_ZE/s220/ProfilePicOption.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://conspiracy-girl.com/2010/11/success.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IHRHc-fyp7ImA9Wx9TE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675538.post-5000821989071961454</id><published>2010-11-21T19:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:25:35.957-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-21T19:25:35.957-05:00</app:edited><title>Test post</title><content type="html">I'm curious if this actually works. If it does, I see myself blogging a lot more in the future. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPod Touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675538-5000821989071961454?l=conspiracy-girl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H-OmwTdRb9F7jHwz9_24TU7nXog/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H-OmwTdRb9F7jHwz9_24TU7nXog/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H-OmwTdRb9F7jHwz9_24TU7nXog/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H-OmwTdRb9F7jHwz9_24TU7nXog/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Conspiracy-girlcom/~4/PVpXtZVVZDI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://conspiracy-girl.com/feeds/5000821989071961454/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675538&amp;postID=5000821989071961454" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675538/posts/default/5000821989071961454?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675538/posts/default/5000821989071961454?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Conspiracy-girlcom/~3/PVpXtZVVZDI/test-post.html" title="Test post" /><author><name>Bekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700490859302640905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6dOuNu-ELak/TxOM9aYDGII/AAAAAAAAAT8/wRTjyG41_ZE/s220/ProfilePicOption.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://conspiracy-girl.com/2010/11/test-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EDRHk8fCp7ImA9WxJQFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675538.post-3534762646885101727</id><published>2009-05-28T21:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:47:55.774-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-28T21:47:55.774-04:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Testing my blogging capabilities from my brand new Blackberry Curve.  I love the phone but I miss the enV&amp;#39;s keyboard. #&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675538-3534762646885101727?l=conspiracy-girl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8DwIOdYdGylIhLlMEoyfZNTfW98/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8DwIOdYdGylIhLlMEoyfZNTfW98/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8DwIOdYdGylIhLlMEoyfZNTfW98/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8DwIOdYdGylIhLlMEoyfZNTfW98/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Conspiracy-girlcom/~4/-8mpDp4aIak" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://conspiracy-girl.com/feeds/3534762646885101727/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675538&amp;postID=3534762646885101727" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675538/posts/default/3534762646885101727?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675538/posts/default/3534762646885101727?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Conspiracy-girlcom/~3/-8mpDp4aIak/testing-my-blogging-capabilities-from.html" title="" /><author><name>Bekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700490859302640905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6dOuNu-ELak/TxOM9aYDGII/AAAAAAAAAT8/wRTjyG41_ZE/s220/ProfilePicOption.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://conspiracy-girl.com/2009/05/testing-my-blogging-capabilities-from.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UNQHs5fip7ImA9WxVUEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675538.post-309756330397003903</id><published>2009-03-14T20:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:01:31.526-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-14T20:01:31.526-04:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wMewV_zmq34/SbxFWzCWpxI/AAAAAAAAABU/Pd-2nmOGEtM/s1600-h/0308091255b-791530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wMewV_zmq34/SbxFWzCWpxI/AAAAAAAAABU/Pd-2nmOGEtM/s320/0308091255b-791530.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313197918349862674" /&gt;&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/7675538-309756330397003903?l=conspiracy-girl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FybQ6FBjrkP5FBvgQb93LPtJTKI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FybQ6FBjrkP5FBvgQb93LPtJTKI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Conspiracy-girlcom/~4/39rs0bb9TLU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://conspiracy-girl.com/feeds/309756330397003903/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675538&amp;postID=309756330397003903" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675538/posts/default/309756330397003903?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675538/posts/default/309756330397003903?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Conspiracy-girlcom/~3/39rs0bb9TLU/blog-post_14.html" title="" /><author><name>Da Hubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03074948604864970811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wMewV_zmq34/SbxFWzCWpxI/AAAAAAAAABU/Pd-2nmOGEtM/s72-c/0308091255b-791530.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://conspiracy-girl.com/2009/03/blog-post_14.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QMR3g5fSp7ImA9WxVUEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675538.post-3229423319813830735</id><published>2009-03-14T20:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:03:06.625-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-14T20:03:06.625-04:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMewV_zmq34/SbxFutoGOFI/AAAAAAAAABk/f-420oLcaF4/s1600-h/0308091255-786631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wMewV_zmq34/SbxFutoGOFI/AAAAAAAAABk/f-420oLcaF4/s320/0308091255-786631.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313198329214416978" /&gt;&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/7675538-3229423319813830735?l=conspiracy-girl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I finally gave in and made my first purchase:  The XPal Harry II XP2000 Portable Li-Po Battery Pack!  Actually, since it was Valentines Day, I bought one for Da Hubby, too.  At $16 a unit, we got a pretty good deal.  These little guys retail for about $40.  After having had it for only a few weeks, I can say I am very pleased with the purchase.  It's already saved me from a dead cell twice, dead ipod once and it's tiny so it's super packable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this means that the flood gates have been opened and I'm constantly checking the site for the latest deal.  Heaven help me during a woot-off!  I think my F5 key got quite a workout during the last one. Since I don't have a lot of money these days, I'm only going for the cheap, really good deals.  Most of the stuff is pretty easy for me to walk away from but the t-shirts are becoming an addiction.  Cute, original t-shirts at $10 a pop including shipping.  Here are the ones I've purchased so far:&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6pbKmBfw28/SbbEOR8uMaI/AAAAAAAAACY/h7fQP6fbMtY/s1600-h/The_Epic_Begins310Detail.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6pbKmBfw28/SbbEOR8uMaI/AAAAAAAAACY/h7fQP6fbMtY/s200/The_Epic_Begins310Detail.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311648560145379746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Epic Begins&lt;/span&gt; - I personally believe that this shirt needs no explanation but for those who don't know, it's a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle reference (“Go Ninja Go Ninja Go”).  I don't advocate the poisoning of tiny baby turtles.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6pbKmBfw28/SbbEp3E_AcI/AAAAAAAAACg/wSwXVldg4gc/s1600-h/Nevermorem21Detail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6pbKmBfw28/SbbEp3E_AcI/AAAAAAAAACg/wSwXVldg4gc/s200/Nevermorem21Detail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311649033968615874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nevermore &lt;/span&gt;-  The words to E.A. Poe's famous poem written to form a shadow of a raven.  According to to woot! this shirt tells the world that I'm an english major.  I most certainly am not!  I am an engineer, thank you very much.  Believe it or not, engineers can read even when it doesn't involve numbers.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6pbKmBfw28/SbbHrbVpNZI/AAAAAAAAACo/bS3PlfjEEJk/s1600-h/One_Flew_Out_Of_The_Cuckoo_Clock7i3Detail.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6pbKmBfw28/SbbHrbVpNZI/AAAAAAAAACo/bS3PlfjEEJk/s200/One_Flew_Out_Of_The_Cuckoo_Clock7i3Detail.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311652359416919442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Flew out of the Cuckoo Clock&lt;/span&gt; - According to woot!  this shirt tells the world  “I must be crazy to be in a loony clock like this.”  I bought it to wear to my next psychiatrist visit.  Engineering and craziness are rarely referenced in the same shirt.  I'm not sure why, though.  We're all kind of nuts.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675538-7755644165156229300?l=conspiracy-girl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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(There’s no way my parents could otherwise have kept up with my book habit when I was 10.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So … What is your earliest memory of a library? Who took you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;My family already had most of the books I read as a child.  I was always surrounded by shelves and boxes full of them.  If I really wanted more books, mom rarely said no.  In fact, I remember going to Walden's way before my first trip to a library.  I think my earliest memory of the library takes place in 1st grade at the school library.  It was there that I discovered the science section and never looked back.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;My classmates checked out a variety of fiction titles while I checked out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;You can be an Astronaut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; over and over and over again.  I also checked out books on weather, astronomy and basic science but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; in addition to the astronaut book.  Except when the librarian wouldn't let me... "in case someone else wants to read it" she'd say.  I'd have to let it sit on the shelf for a whole week (a painfully long time for a six year old) and then I'd get to check it out again.  Yep, my status as a complete geek was established pretty early in life but at least I stayed consistent.* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have you any funny/odd memories of the library?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;My funny/odd memories in the library don't start until high school when I worked for the public library.  I really miss my library days.  Thinking  back, they are the fondest memories I have from my high school years.  I remember shelving the romance novels as a newbie when a more experienced student assistant explained the smut test to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt;  See how each paperback has a major break in the spine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;  Yeah, they are in pretty bad shape.  Do you think I should tape them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt;  Nah, it would just make it harder to do the smut test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;  The smut test?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt;  Yes, the smut test.  You drop the book, let it fall open to a page and then read the page out loud.  The break in the spine is usually a result of people reading and re-reading the juicy passages.  If it's not a particularly&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; good&lt;/span&gt; passage then you know the book doesn't have much sex in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;  Oh. Um.  Good to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Boss walks in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boss:&lt;/span&gt;  Ahh, the smut test.  Lets see what we have here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;He starts to read out loud in a deep false-baritone voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boss:&lt;/span&gt;  "He caressed her creamy white thigh and she quivered..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;It was all heaving bosoms and throbbing manhoods from there...  we laughed until our sides hurt and I knew instantly I'd finally found a place where I fit in.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;You can be an Astronau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;t introduced me to the engineering profession.  I'm not an astronaut (I wish) but I did finish my Bachelor's of Science in Mechanical Engineering (and minor in physics) this past May and I still want to work for NASA more than anything.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675538-2365495874632989627?l=conspiracy-girl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Funded by venture capital, they've put a tremendous amount of effort into analyzing individual songs in a project they call the Music Genome Project.  You start by providing Pandora with the names of your favorite songs or artists.  It then scans the database for musically similar songs based on nearly 400 attributes (melody, rhythm and vocals, to name a few) and provides you with a customized playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hard work of Pandora’s 50 musician-analysts has earned them many loyal listeners.  I've encountered bands I might never know of otherwise and I've made many purchases as a result.  Unfortunately, recent legal developments are making online music streaming services cost prohibitive to service providers.  It could be exceptionally difficult for Pandora because thousands of listeners are playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; songs at the same time, unlike traditional-style stations that stream just one song at a time to thousands of listeners.  Fractional pennies add up fast when you have to pay-per-play of individual songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The argument is that internet streaming should be able to make larger profit margins compared to other forms of media and therefore be charged higher royalty rates.  Internet stations, according &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SoundExchange"&gt;SoundExchange&lt;/a&gt;, aren't doing enough to make money.   It appears that greater focus is being given to the technology and user experience rather than the creation of revenue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously a balance needs to be found.  Surely there must be some way we can pay those in the recording industry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fairly&lt;/span&gt; for their efforts while maintaining a high quality product for consumers.  I'm just not sure how much "fairly" should cost or where the money is going to come from.  Truthfully, I pretty much ignore the visual ads on Pandora.   Its tab gets moved to the background while I’m working on other things and I only click back when something catches my ear.  Audio ads might be a solution I could deal with as long as they are kept short, relevant and infrequent.  Would that be enough to save Pandora, though?  At the expected $17 million they’ll owe SoundExchange by the end of the year, I doubt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675538-7029119675008836546?l=conspiracy-girl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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