<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18333310</id><updated>2024-03-23T12:02:04.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>healthy ego</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>s.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046449813332851271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18333310.post-115584316018320817</id><published>2006-08-17T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T12:32:40.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so i lied...</title><summary type="text">seriously. i&#39;m bad at posting. but the quick summation of life is...it couldn&#39;t be better. i love where i am and who i am right now. i give less weight to things and give more weight to the little experiences that make me smile daily (the views of san francisco, the fragrance of dolores street, silly moments with friends, awkward moments with strangers, etc.). everything makes me laugh. the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/feeds/115584316018320817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18333310/115584316018320817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/115584316018320817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/115584316018320817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-i-lied.html' title='so i lied...'/><author><name>s.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046449813332851271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18333310.post-114858341177961031</id><published>2006-05-25T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T11:56:51.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cycle</title><summary type="text">It&#39;s almost June. (Master of the Obvious strikes again!)I&#39;m going to post soon...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/feeds/114858341177961031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18333310/114858341177961031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/114858341177961031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/114858341177961031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/2006/05/cycle.html' title='The Cycle'/><author><name>s.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046449813332851271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18333310.post-114358532704757312</id><published>2006-03-28T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T14:51:05.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gnarles barkley.</title><summary type="text">i love this duo. cee-lo from goodie mob and danger mouse collaborated to make some awesome tunes. it&#39;s been on constant rotation throughout the day.speaking of music, PLEASE SEND ME THINGS I SHOULD BE LISTENING TO. i think my lack of new music has had a role to play in this mild depression. send me the goods, people. i&#39;ll love you forever (not that anyone who reads this isn&#39;t already in that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/feeds/114358532704757312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18333310/114358532704757312' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/114358532704757312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/114358532704757312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/2006/03/gnarles-barkley.html' title='gnarles barkley.'/><author><name>s.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046449813332851271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18333310.post-114353804810719158</id><published>2006-03-28T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T01:27:28.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reigning champion of the no post</title><summary type="text">A furious month has whipped by leaving no time for posts. Updating everyone on an entire month is a bit daunting, but here’s my attempt. Forgive the choppiness.SnowboardingI am consumed by this sport. I find myself waking up earlier than I would ever imagine to see what snow conditions are like at mountains I’ve visited. Then I spend my morning daydreaming about being near one.Moving to TahoeI </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/feeds/114353804810719158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18333310/114353804810719158' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/114353804810719158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/114353804810719158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/2006/03/reigning-champion-of-no-post.html' title='Reigning champion of the no post'/><author><name>s.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046449813332851271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18333310.post-114014377836198933</id><published>2006-02-16T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T18:36:18.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wondering...</title><summary type="text">am i the only person who doesn&#39;t like the song &quot;sexual healing&quot;?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/feeds/114014377836198933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18333310/114014377836198933' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/114014377836198933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/114014377836198933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/2006/02/wondering.html' title='wondering...'/><author><name>s.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046449813332851271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18333310.post-113934358401481360</id><published>2006-02-07T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:19:44.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>raging kegger</title><summary type="text">the high school antics of my house made for an interesting super bowl party. notable events of the day/evening: dragging a grill across town.velveta and chili? seahawks fans near tears. PBR. keg stands. michael jackson dance party...digitally captured...room rearrangement in the early morning. calling in sick.so...much...fun.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/feeds/113934358401481360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18333310/113934358401481360' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113934358401481360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113934358401481360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/2006/02/raging-kegger.html' title='raging kegger'/><author><name>s.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046449813332851271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18333310.post-113873844330227173</id><published>2006-01-31T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T12:14:03.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>burning hands</title><summary type="text">mental block...mental block...mental block. how can i write a release when i don&#39;t have any good information from the client? some of you might say to *ask* the client for more information. such a novel idea. this client seems to think we are omniscient.i have loads of stories to tell, but can&#39;t seem to get anything out right now. let&#39;s just say this: if you must urinate while drinking at one of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/feeds/113873844330227173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18333310/113873844330227173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113873844330227173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113873844330227173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/2006/01/burning-hands.html' title='burning hands'/><author><name>s.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046449813332851271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18333310.post-113821201530289736</id><published>2006-01-25T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T11:58:59.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retardedly optimistic</title><summary type="text">Change=excitement.I’m quitting my job post dentist appointment (to fix a year-old cracked filling) next week. The “new life” excitement steeps in my belly today. Last Tuesday I lost my Muni pass. I was itching for my Ben n Jerry’s fix. It was raining, so I bolted across the street to avoid getting wet. The next day, I realized I didn’t have my Muni pass. It resided in the outside pocket of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/feeds/113821201530289736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18333310/113821201530289736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113821201530289736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113821201530289736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/2006/01/retardedly-optimistic.html' title='Retardedly optimistic'/><author><name>s.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046449813332851271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18333310.post-113806275257369240</id><published>2006-01-23T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T16:34:35.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>body slowly stiffens</title><summary type="text">i &lt;3 snow.went to sierra at tahoe this weekend and attempted to snowboard for the first time. i fell...a lot. BUT IT WAS SO MUCH FUN. i got a little frustrated toward the end of the day. my [insert appropriate body part here] had taken a beating, but nothing a few glasses of whiskey didn&#39;t cure. sore and still exhausted from the experience, simple actions like sitting, standing or walking have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/feeds/113806275257369240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18333310/113806275257369240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113806275257369240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113806275257369240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/2006/01/body-slowly-stiffens.html' title='body slowly stiffens'/><author><name>s.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046449813332851271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18333310.post-113778192945496544</id><published>2006-01-20T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T10:32:09.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thunder...thunder...thunder...</title><summary type="text">it appears i&#39;m posting more than everyone else. i&#39;m not bored or anything.i applied for an awesome part-time job in the arts today. now everyone hope that i get it.this cold is kicking my ass. *hack* *sneeze* *cough* *daze*first snowboarding trip = sunday. now everyone hope that i don&#39;t seriously injure myself.thundercats.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/feeds/113778192945496544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18333310/113778192945496544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113778192945496544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113778192945496544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/2006/01/thunderthunderthunder.html' title='thunder...thunder...thunder...'/><author><name>s.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046449813332851271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18333310.post-113754556248193639</id><published>2006-01-17T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T16:52:42.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then my jaw crumbled…</title><summary type="text">I officially have nothing to do at work today. Time…sllllllooooowssss…doooooowwwwwn. I spent the morning gathering info for ArtSFest. Went to the gym at lunch. Spent the afternoon thinking of ways to stop myself from stabbing my hand with an uncapped uni-ball fine point pen. Searching craigslist for random things (jobs, bikes, crazy people) kept my mind occupied for the most part.I have chewed an</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/feeds/113754556248193639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18333310/113754556248193639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113754556248193639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113754556248193639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/2006/01/then-my-jaw-crumbled.html' title='Then my jaw crumbled…'/><author><name>s.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046449813332851271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18333310.post-113719395310171033</id><published>2006-01-13T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T15:12:40.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second guessing myself</title><summary type="text">I don’t really know how to present this coherently, so I’m just going to vomit what I’m thinking here. I’m simultaneously in love with myself and hate myself. Taking the “fuck you, I’m going to do what I want” attitude makes me both euphoric and vulnerable. Vulnerability makes me feel both human and immature. People can make me feel amazingly secure and intolerably insecure. I hate that I don’t </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/feeds/113719395310171033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18333310/113719395310171033' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113719395310171033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113719395310171033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/2006/01/second-guessing-myself.html' title='Second guessing myself'/><author><name>s.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046449813332851271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18333310.post-113691870319414984</id><published>2006-01-10T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T10:45:04.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i&#39;m late</title><summary type="text">i still haven&#39;t mailed holiday presents. i have a pile of them in my room. my room, mind you, epitomizes space mismanagement. i’m convinced the less time i spend in it, the less i need to worry about it. procrastination strikes again...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/feeds/113691870319414984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18333310/113691870319414984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113691870319414984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113691870319414984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-late.html' title='i&#39;m late'/><author><name>s.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046449813332851271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18333310.post-113683089273603417</id><published>2006-01-09T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T10:57:44.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>brilliance and envy</title><summary type="text">i had my first guitar lesson with my roommate last night. after a while, my poor fingertips couldn&#39;t take any more pressure, so in an effort to direct the attention away from me, i asked him to play something that he wrote. it was amazing. he is an incredible musician with a gripping vision. i&#39;ve heard him play here and there and i knew he was good, but this performance was electrifying. people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/feeds/113683089273603417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18333310/113683089273603417' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113683089273603417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113683089273603417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/2006/01/brilliance-and-envy.html' title='brilliance and envy'/><author><name>s.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046449813332851271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18333310.post-113658414139811873</id><published>2006-01-06T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T13:49:01.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>traffic</title><summary type="text">my blog has four readers.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/feeds/113658414139811873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18333310/113658414139811873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113658414139811873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113658414139811873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/2006/01/traffic.html' title='traffic'/><author><name>s.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046449813332851271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18333310.post-113641841324589641</id><published>2006-01-04T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T15:46:53.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the impractical gang</title><summary type="text">want to join? our mantra will be &quot;lofty dreams and distraction.&quot; we&#39;ll hold monthly meetings where members boast the epiphanies yielded from inner quests. after the unanimous horrah adjourning the meeting, we&#39;ll consume our nightly food and drink together, commending each other on finding meaning in our lives. Of course, during the communal congratulations, we realize that in order to keep </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/feeds/113641841324589641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18333310/113641841324589641' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113641841324589641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113641841324589641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/2006/01/impractical-gang.html' title='the impractical gang'/><author><name>s.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046449813332851271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18333310.post-113633498854229107</id><published>2006-01-03T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T16:36:28.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fashion and arts publicity</title><summary type="text">i think i want to launch my own arts, fashion and design publicity agency. i am working on two pro bono clients in the spring (an arts fest and a clothing designer) and hope that i might gain some paid clients from those projects. this, of course, means i need to quit my job so i can devote my time to making these projects succeed. i may possibly need to find investors (mom? dad? ross?) for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/feeds/113633498854229107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18333310/113633498854229107' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113633498854229107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113633498854229107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/2006/01/fashion-and-arts-publicity.html' title='fashion and arts publicity'/><author><name>s.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046449813332851271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18333310.post-113589299858879928</id><published>2005-12-29T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T13:53:52.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vaudevillian dreams</title><summary type="text">daydream and waste time.i just completed my hourly stretch arms, crack back and sigh routine at my desk and glanced behind me out the window (yes, my desk faces the wall. aren&#39;t you jealous). i actually made it past my own reflection (this may surprise some of you. usually the reflective stares are in contempt or just ensuring that i&#39;m still a real person. oh look. there i am in the window. i am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/feeds/113589299858879928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18333310/113589299858879928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113589299858879928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113589299858879928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/2005/12/vaudevillian-dreams.html' title='vaudevillian dreams'/><author><name>s.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046449813332851271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18333310.post-113588508800635082</id><published>2005-12-29T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T11:38:08.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stealing glances</title><summary type="text">My favorite commutes are the days when your eyes, locked in a book, take a break to monitor other passengers on the train. Sometimes the effort loses momentum and the critical glances fall back to the page. Sometimes they catch beautiful moments. Sometimes disagreeable moments. And sometimes they glue themselves to the subtle and unclassifiable beauties in other people.    One of my favorite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/feeds/113588508800635082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18333310/113588508800635082' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113588508800635082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113588508800635082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/2005/12/stealing-glances.html' title='Stealing glances'/><author><name>s.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046449813332851271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18333310.post-113580317111172370</id><published>2005-12-28T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T12:52:54.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my blog is retarded</title><summary type="text">i love how i drift from inane school girl to unmotivated and apathetic whiner. when will i grow up?i had the best day ever yesterday playing yoyo with my roommates and learning to juggle. we think we might go on the road. we just need to get our band of merry harmonica players together, which will be all the more easy since two of the five roommates received a harmonica for christmas (i was one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/feeds/113580317111172370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18333310/113580317111172370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113580317111172370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113580317111172370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-blog-is-retarded.html' title='my blog is retarded'/><author><name>s.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046449813332851271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18333310.post-113552486861823210</id><published>2005-12-25T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T07:34:28.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry holiday to me...</title><summary type="text">i have a crush on a boy! more to come.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/feeds/113552486861823210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18333310/113552486861823210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113552486861823210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113552486861823210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-holiday-to-me.html' title='merry holiday to me...'/><author><name>s.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046449813332851271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18333310.post-113452986773806395</id><published>2005-12-13T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T19:11:07.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends...</title><summary type="text">sometimes i&#39;m completely overwhelmed by the number of amazing people in my life. times like these need big hugs, so virtual hugs to anyone who reads this (that means you, my DC cohorts). i love you! and can&#39;t forget my florida lovelies, but when was the last time you posted? hmmmmm?*sigh* back to the job hunting.(miss a. octavia - you would be jealous now. my roommate is showing us his daily </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/feeds/113452986773806395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18333310/113452986773806395' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113452986773806395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113452986773806395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/2005/12/friends.html' title='friends...'/><author><name>s.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046449813332851271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18333310.post-113436111883913615</id><published>2005-12-11T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T20:18:38.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m filmy like stale coffee…</title><summary type="text">(I wrote this a few days ago at work...I&#39;m lazy with the posting....) You ever realize it&#39;s 1pm and you feel like you just started your day? That was me today. I mindlessly reached for my coffee while I was reading and happened to glance down as the mug hit my lips. Cold, stale coffee rings. How representative of a morning that sped by and me not producing enough. *Sigh*   I decided that I am not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/feeds/113436111883913615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18333310/113436111883913615' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113436111883913615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113436111883913615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-filmy-like-stale-coffee.html' title='I&#39;m filmy like stale coffee…'/><author><name>s.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046449813332851271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18333310.post-113212882102947184</id><published>2005-11-16T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T00:13:41.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanksgiving dinner at the 1515</title><summary type="text">i will post pictures on flickr soon. i can&#39;t believe we fit 40 people in our living room. awesome night. i LOVE my house.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/feeds/113212882102947184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18333310/113212882102947184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113212882102947184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113212882102947184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanksgiving-dinner-at-1515.html' title='thanksgiving dinner at the 1515'/><author><name>s.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046449813332851271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18333310.post-113208397927726995</id><published>2005-11-15T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T11:46:19.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>taxes are a bitch</title><summary type="text">got my first paycheck today. 22% of my income goes to taxes. i&#39;m poor all over again. on the other hand, i live in san francisco. this comforts me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/feeds/113208397927726995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18333310/113208397927726995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113208397927726995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18333310/posts/default/113208397927726995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healthyego.blogspot.com/2005/11/taxes-are-bitch.html' title='taxes are a bitch'/><author><name>s.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01046449813332851271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>