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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/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717790273617681922</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 20:03:31 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Sophia Dembling</title><description /><link>http://www.sophiadembling.com/home.htm</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Sophie)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>339</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/SophiaDembling" type="application/rss+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><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-3717790273617681922.post-1701887944626535585</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 16:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-11T15:03:31.236-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">alzheimer's support groups</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">audette rackley</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">center for brainhealth</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dementia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">congnitve science</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">alzheimer's disease</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">university of texas at dallas</category><title>alzheimer's and other forms of dementia</title><atom:summary type="text">I learned so much while working with Audette Rackley, of The Center for BrainHealth on the book I Can Still Laugh: Stories of Inspiration and Hope from Individuals Living with Alzheimer's. 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What I Didn't Say</title><atom:summary type="text">Today is release day for the latest anthology to which I contributed. Here, I get to say what I never got to say to a former friend who dumped me.If you're interested, I also contributed to this anthology, compiled by the same editor:Ah heck, let's go for broke. I'm in this, too:So start that holiday shopping early! </atom:summary><link>http://www.sophiadembling.com/2009/10/ps-what-i-didnt-say.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sophie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717790273617681922.post-671683275018835663</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 22:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-30T18:43:34.535-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trucks</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travel in america</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spiral jetta</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">interstates</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>trucks: a short story</title><atom:summary type="text">Here's a new post for you, though it's an old story.I've been thinking about this short story, written when I was in my 20s, because of the story about which I wrote this blog post, for The Introvert's Corner, my Psychology Today blog. Life imitates fiction. Like the character in this story, the author of Spiral Jetta thought she would find romance and poetry in a roadside bar but ended up </atom:summary><link>http://www.sophiadembling.com/2009/09/trucks-short-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sophie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717790273617681922.post-6204827773993981783</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 19:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-29T14:48:57.610-05:00</atom:updated><title>on bad design</title><atom:summary type="text">I don't know when I first published this. I do know that we got a new DVD player and are free of that damn remote.----Today’s topic for discussion is design.Not cool design. Bad design. Specifically, bad industrial design—the kind of design that makes you aware of design, since unless industrial design is intrusive, we barely notice it.I will start with bad design as it relates to my morning </atom:summary><link>http://www.sophiadembling.com/2009/09/on-bad-design.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sophie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717790273617681922.post-1336353464918534324</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 20:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-13T22:43:32.299-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dillard's</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">advertising</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fashion</category><title>a new you!</title><atom:summary type="text">It's kinda like the old you, minus accessories. Not so exciting, really.It's been a long time since I mocked Dillard's. But this one touched my heart. </atom:summary><link>http://www.sophiadembling.com/2009/09/new-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sophie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717790273617681922.post-4263414487417043715</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 19:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-10T15:04:13.539-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beatles</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jim lauderdale</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">barry manilow</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">showboat</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mandy barnett</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">james taylor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">simon and garfunkle</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">steve earle</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">billy joel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bette midler</category><title>love songs i love</title><atom:summary type="text">First published November 15, 2007--A friend sent me a video clip of The Beatles singing "‘Til There Was You" (quick--what Broadway musical is that song from?) and it got me thinking about a live performance of "This Boy" we have on a Beatles documentary. The first time I watched it, I melted right off the couch. 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I’ve been rereading my diaries from the 1970s, when I was a teenager in New York City. While many of the entries are hilarious in the way of adolescent profundities and trauma, they also are a microcosm of a time and place.Some </atom:summary><link>http://www.sophiadembling.com/2009/09/my-life-circa-1970s.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sophie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717790273617681922.post-409462040410663868</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 20:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T15:37:27.078-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">memoir</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hairstylists</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">whining</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">communication</category><title>please protect me from motormouths</title><atom:summary type="text">Originally posted September 29, 2006----“It’s like you have a sign on you that says, ‘Tell me about it,’” Tom marveled.Something about me attracts people with way too much to say. I went to a new hairdresser yesterday. He was a lovely young man who did a great job on my hair. However, his monologue started the minute I sat in his chair and didn’t stop until I fled the salon two and a half hours </atom:summary><link>http://www.sophiadembling.com/2009/09/please-protect-me-from-motormouths.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sophie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717790273617681922.post-1245153637616773805</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 17:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-31T12:49:40.669-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">india</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">World Hum</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>on visiting india</title><atom:summary type="text">Please check out my latest story on World Hum, titled The Bucket and the Cup. It's all about how India kicked my traveling ass. </atom:summary><link>http://www.sophiadembling.com/2009/08/on-visiting-india.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sophie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717790273617681922.post-7301376420415423527</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 20:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-27T16:04:48.847-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">newspapers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><title>cute geeks in love</title><atom:summary type="text">This one dates to May 2007. I still like it.I am so charmed by this little story of band geeks in love that I had to share.I’m not sure what my favorite part is. That they were first and second chair oboists in their high school concert band. That their first date was dinner at ZuZu and their second was a lecture about Stravinsky (and Kiira, both times, had to be the pursuer). That Barry wowed </atom:summary><link>http://www.sophiadembling.com/2009/08/cute-geeks-in-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sophie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717790273617681922.post-1931973265025888990</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 18:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-26T13:45:03.734-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">introverts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">psychology</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">introversion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogging</category><title>blogging, introversion, and me</title><atom:summary type="text">Because three blogs aren't enough...I'm now blogging about introversion on the Psychology Today website. Please visit, comment, make me look good!The Introverts Corner. </atom:summary><link>http://www.sophiadembling.com/2009/08/blogging-introversion-and-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sophie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717790273617681922.post-3362917653319912026</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 22:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-25T17:32:33.044-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">philosophy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">exercise</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motivation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>wisdom</title><atom:summary type="text">My first few years of blogging were on MySpace which, I realize, has become so annoying and impossible to navigate, that those posts have become essentially inaccessible. So I have decided, for my own entertainment and yours, to go back through my MySpace blog archives and revisit some evergreens. It's the lazy gal's blogging, but maybe it will juice me up to find more new stuff to say.We'll </atom:summary><link>http://www.sophiadembling.com/2009/08/wisdom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sophie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717790273617681922.post-7369297605986615416</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 15:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-23T10:59:08.798-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self-promotion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friendship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">books</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>P.S. What I Didn't Say (the book)</title><atom:summary type="text">A little shameless self-promotion here ... this is a trailer for an anthology coming out October 1 in which I finally get to say something I never got to say. Other women wrote heartwarming letters to the special women in their lives, but I indulged in a final, satisfying, "fuck you" to one who did me wrong. Because that's what I needed most to say. </atom:summary><link>http://www.sophiadembling.com/2009/08/ps-what-i-didnt-say-book.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sophie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717790273617681922.post-2776112962616625433</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2009 17:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-31T12:46:38.894-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">road trip</category><title>road trip songs</title><atom:summary type="text">Want to buy any of the road-trip songs from my Flyover America road-trip music post? Here they all are, to preview and download from Amazon.com.  Amazon.com Widgets </atom:summary><link>http://www.sophiadembling.com/2009/07/road-trip-songs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sophie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717790273617681922.post-4605002676169172845</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 18:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-09T13:19:37.701-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self-promotion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travel in america</category><title>flyover america hits the road</title><atom:summary type="text">As many of you know, my old Flyover America gig with World Hum succumbed to the economy. But the good news is, Jenna Schnuer and I, with the addition of Matt Villano, have launched Flyover America independently.Y'all know I haven't been a good little blogger here for a while. That's because I've been two-timing you. My energy has been going into Flyover America ... and that is likely to continue,</atom:summary><link>http://www.sophiadembling.com/2009/07/flyover-america-hits-road.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sophie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717790273617681922.post-7799669872875676562</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2009 19:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-02T08:50:10.108-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">psychology</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friendship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">griping</category><title>bitching and moaning: friend or foe?</title><atom:summary type="text">Where do you stand on bitching and moaning to friends?Some people staunchly refuse to gripe. I suppose that’s partly temperament. They’re all sunny-side-up 'n' shit. As an enthusiastic griper, I have trouble relating to that. It seems cockeyed to me. And when people reflexively deflect legitimate gripes with some sort of Suzy Sunshine crap, I put a little checkmark next to their names in my head:</atom:summary><link>http://www.sophiadembling.com/2009/06/bitching-and-moaning-friend-or-foe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sophie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717790273617681922.post-2438282495348794146</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2009 14:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-09T12:26:28.862-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">research</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bird watching</category><title>chicken</title><atom:summary type="text">Howdy. Today, we’re talkin’ farm animals.We’ll start with a story I enjoyed in this morning’s paper about a couple of Vermont dairy farmers who changed what they feed their cows, thereby reducing the amount of methane their cows emit via burps. (I guess that whole cow farting thing is overplayed; according to this article, most of the gas actually comes from the front end.)Also according to this </atom:summary><enclosure type="video/mp4" url="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=58c715e278b04876&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link>http://www.sophiadembling.com/2009/06/chicken.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sophie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717790273617681922.post-4761494207675098785</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2009 17:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-09T12:47:45.276-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">video</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">psychology</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">research</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nostalgia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>flotsam friday</title><atom:summary type="text">First, for no particular reason, here’s a totally random photo from my last trip to Oklahoma. I have a lot of photos. Might as well toss some out there from time to time.OK, so, what’s on my mind today?Well, I’ve had a semi-crappy week and I’m stressed out, so I’ve been watching this awesome interactive music video a lot. It’s a guaranteed stress reducer. Really, go watch it. Use your cursor to </atom:summary><link>http://www.sophiadembling.com/2009/06/flotsam-friday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sophie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717790273617681922.post-1960955585091762783</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 16:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-11T12:16:24.715-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">memoir</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">death</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clutter</category><title>the burdens of stuff</title><atom:summary type="text">I am recently home from three weeks in New York City sorting through my late parents’ possessions with my brother. Wow. I have something to say to all you parents out there: If you have a lot of stuff, as a loving gesture to your children, get rid of some, OK? My parents had a lot of cool stuff but they also had a lot of junk. A lot. See the photo? Multiply it by an eight-room apartment. Where </atom:summary><link>http://www.sophiadembling.com/2009/06/burdens-of-stuff.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sophie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717790273617681922.post-2214266452475135546</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2009 02:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-07T21:51:53.764-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dillard's</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mother's day</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">advertising</category><title>mother's day 2009</title><atom:summary type="text">This is such a festive time of year! Sunday is Mother’s Day, which means it’s time for the parade of identical, badly dressed Dillard’s MILFS. 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I am in my second year of college and hope to travel extensively after school. I've been scouring the internet reading countless articles, blogs, personal accounts, etc about traveling and a vast majority of them speak of the great experience of meeting people </atom:summary><link>http://www.sophiadembling.com/2009/04/five-tips-for-introverted-travelers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sophie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717790273617681922.post-7903188424127915910</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 15:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-21T11:15:25.017-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">oklahoma</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bird watching</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">prairie chickens</category><title>doing the prairie chicken dance</title><atom:summary type="text">I left my comfort zone this weekend and spent it with a bunch of hard-core birders at the Lesser Prairie Chicken Festival in Woodward, Oklahoma. Because I’m a wee bit of an idiot, I didn’t realize until I’d committed exactly how hard-core the event would be. It was the kind of event where I met people for whom seeing the prairie chickens dance was the culmination of a lifelong dream. 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Not much going on in the little town except hot springs, which is good enough. We loved it.The whole downtown pretty much shuts down on Tuesdays, which is why a thrift store was a highlight of our sightseeing. And I don't mean vintage (though T or C has lots of those</atom:summary><link>http://www.sophiadembling.com/2009/04/gay-goobers-in-sweaters-souvenir.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sophie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717790273617681922.post-1512118106914621165</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 19:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-12T17:07:17.903-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">video</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travel</category><title>joy</title><atom:summary type="text">Dozens of people break into choreographed dance at Antwerp's Central Station. You must smile. </atom:summary><link>http://www.sophiadembling.com/2009/04/joy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sophie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717790273617681922.post-1431202461215942708</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2009 15:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-03T13:12:33.817-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">newspapers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">advertising</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dallas morning news</category><title>one sad bad ad</title><atom:summary type="text">You know I have only the greatest respect and affection for newspapers, for my former employer (well, mixed feelings there, but generally positive), and certainly for the brave souls who go to work each day under the darkening cloud of desperation, layoffs, and now pay cuts.  And so it is with deep regret that I am forced to mock this sad, ill-advised in-house ad.These are fine reporters doing a </atom:summary><link>http://www.sophiadembling.com/2009/04/one-sad-bad-ad_03.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sophie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
