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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768662</id><updated>2009-05-20T19:10:25.420-05:00</updated><title type="text">Stealing Sand</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stealingsand.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/StealingSand" /><author><name>stealingsand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>222</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/StealingSand" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768662.post-140191936308954461</id><published>2008-09-07T14:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T14:40:08.007-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="web2.0" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school" /><title type="text">Loving Mobile Lab Class</title><summary type="text">In our mobile lab class at UTD we're playing with iPhones and iPod Touches and figuring out which apps work, which ones don't, which ones meet our needs, and which ones simply don't yet exist. I love the experimental think-tank sort of class time and the unstructured thought processes we will be going through.I'm finding that my biggest problem with creativity in these classes is not having the </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/140191936308954461/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768662&amp;postID=140191936308954461&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/140191936308954461" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/140191936308954461" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stealingsand.com/2008/09/loving-mobile-lab-class.html" title="Loving Mobile Lab Class" /><author><name>stealingsand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768662.post-8743646658612158284</id><published>2008-09-04T07:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T07:24:43.338-05:00</updated><title type="text">Blogging from the iPhone</title><summary type="text">trying to post a test to see if this works.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/8743646658612158284/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768662&amp;postID=8743646658612158284&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/8743646658612158284" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/8743646658612158284" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stealingsand.com/2008/09/blogging-from-iphone.html" title="Blogging from the iPhone" /><author><name>stealingsand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768662.post-8842065652443495609</id><published>2008-07-19T12:57:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T16:07:47.371-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="branding" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="web2.0" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="social_networks" /><title type="text">Get Found: On Personal Branding</title><summary type="text">In July of 2004 or so I decided to change the domain name for my blog, as well as the login for all of my email addresses. I wasn't interested in presenting my actual name as a brand because I feel that the face that we present to the world online should be a crafted representation of ourselves, not necessarily a virtual evisceration where we let it all hang out. David Armano agrees.So rather </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/8842065652443495609/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768662&amp;postID=8842065652443495609&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/8842065652443495609" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/8842065652443495609" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stealingsand.com/2008/07/get-found-on-personal-branding.html" title="Get Found: On Personal Branding" /><author><name>stealingsand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768662.post-4955445189346406696</id><published>2008-06-19T20:39:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T21:23:01.197-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pixel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="salju" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kitties" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="type" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kiki" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="taylor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="logos" /><title type="text">Kitteh logos</title><summary type="text">Mah kittehs got assigned typefaces:Sa is the eldest, 8 years old. I chose the "Calvin and Hobbes" font in a brilliant purple because she is a beautiful girl but at least a beer short of a six pack. Forever my kitten, forever my little sweetheart even though she can crush the breath out of me when she walks on me or walk so softly I wonder if it's her baby brother on me. Cottony fluffy Sa got a </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/4955445189346406696/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768662&amp;postID=4955445189346406696&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/4955445189346406696" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/4955445189346406696" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stealingsand.com/2008/06/kitteh-logos.html" title="Kitteh logos" /><author><name>stealingsand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768662.post-1227606900850983634</id><published>2008-06-08T11:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T11:46:26.505-05:00</updated><title type="text">Brand (New?) Day</title><summary type="text">I was reading this blog post when I decided to do this myself. Just to see. I was curious as to how it would look and how much it would reveal about me. It kind of reveals a lot, actually. Am I a brand whore? Not so much, or at least I didn't think of it like that but this kind of analysis makes you realize how many brands you use during the day.I didn't keep track of them throughout the day - </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/1227606900850983634/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768662&amp;postID=1227606900850983634&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/1227606900850983634" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/1227606900850983634" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stealingsand.com/2008/06/brand-new-day.html" title="Brand (New?) Day" /><author><name>stealingsand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768662.post-493920049600862637</id><published>2008-05-20T18:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:55:22.385-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rant" /><title type="text">#000000</title><summary type="text">In a meeting today I was blindsided by the way the world actually is, or at least the world of some people I know.I was discussing how difficult it is to get good, quality photographs of people for websites and newsletters.  I said that the pictures are often fuzzy, low-quality, all black...The woman across the table from me asks if I have a problem with pictures of black people.Um, have we met?I</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/493920049600862637/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768662&amp;postID=493920049600862637&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/493920049600862637" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/493920049600862637" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stealingsand.com/2008/05/000000.html" title="#000000" /><author><name>stealingsand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768662.post-8796795323904059744</id><published>2008-05-06T18:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:53:11.582-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rant" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="politics" /><title type="text">Indiana and N Carolina</title><summary type="text">Gaaaaah, the tension is killing me. I wish Clinton would just drop out already. I need to win something, even by proxy. Mavs out in first round, Cows out in first round, Dems out in finals last presidential election, and this losing crap is making me nuts. Glad Obama won N Carolina, but it looks like Clinton is hanging on until the bitter end. Give it up already, woman, because we need to pull </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/8796795323904059744/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768662&amp;postID=8796795323904059744&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/8796795323904059744" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/8796795323904059744" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stealingsand.com/2008/05/indiana-and-n-carolina.html" title="Indiana and N Carolina" /><author><name>stealingsand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768662.post-8222043687633842704</id><published>2008-05-05T20:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:58:12.752-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pixel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="silly" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kitties" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><title type="text">Kitteh songs</title><summary type="text">Sung in the key of whatever, in the style of DoryTaylor's SongYou are my sunshineMy fuzzy sunshineYou make me happeeeeeeWhen skies are greeeeeyYou'll never know TayyyyyyyHow much I luuuuuuuuuuv yewPlease don't take my sunshine awayyyyyyAnd now... (drumroll please)Pixel's SongOooooooooooooohWHERE oh where has my little cat gone!Oh where oh where can Pix beeeeeeee?With his ears so SHORTAnd his tail</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/8222043687633842704/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768662&amp;postID=8222043687633842704&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/8222043687633842704" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/8222043687633842704" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stealingsand.com/2008/05/kitteh-songs.html" title="Kitteh songs" /><author><name>stealingsand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768662.post-7750084696129732474</id><published>2008-05-03T11:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:19:25.014-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kitties" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movie" /><title type="text">Am I obnoxious?</title><summary type="text">As I sit on the couch this lovely lazy Saturday afternoon and think about the movie we watched last night, Salju is trying to ooch into my lap.  Ooching is the army crawl doggies do when they're told to lay down and stay, but they MUST BE NEAR THE FOOD. Ooching is what cats do when they know Mommy doesn't want a lap full of hot longhair cat and hot laptop but they CAN'T  BE WITHOUT MOMMY. Ooching</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/7750084696129732474/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768662&amp;postID=7750084696129732474&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/7750084696129732474" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/7750084696129732474" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stealingsand.com/2008/05/as-i-sit-on-couch-this-lovely-lazy.html" title="Am I obnoxious?" /><author><name>stealingsand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768662.post-1292100243524540284</id><published>2008-04-22T11:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T21:36:44.793-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rant" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shopping" /><title type="text">Buy a bathing suit? shyah, right.</title><summary type="text">Oh keh.Am searching desperately for a new bathing suit since we're going to Miami this  summer. Miami = beach = hot and sunny = need bathing suit that nothing pops out of. Maybe I should say a bathing suit instead of a "new" one, since I don't even know if I have one (that's how sad it is in my world lately).Looked at Target, my catchall shopping mecca, and some fit too tightly (rubber band) some</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/1292100243524540284/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768662&amp;postID=1292100243524540284&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/1292100243524540284" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/1292100243524540284" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stealingsand.com/2008/04/oh-keh.html" title="Buy a bathing suit? shyah, right." /><author><name>stealingsand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768662.post-2537839959550676539</id><published>2008-04-17T17:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:15:27.485-05:00</updated><title type="text">Work already!!!</title><summary type="text">Why can I publish from FB but not Blogger?!?</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/2537839959550676539/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768662&amp;postID=2537839959550676539&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/2537839959550676539" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/2537839959550676539" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stealingsand.com/2008/04/work-already.html" title="Work already!!!" /><author><name>stealingsand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768662.post-2805830097301548273</id><published>2008-02-06T08:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:04:59.756-05:00</updated><title type="text">Yes, We Can</title><summary type="text">Inspiration from politics.  SO rare.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/2805830097301548273/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768662&amp;postID=2805830097301548273&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/2805830097301548273" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/2805830097301548273" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stealingsand.com/2008/02/yes-we-can.html" title="Yes, We Can" /><author><name>stealingsand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768662.post-1137796340602565854</id><published>2008-01-29T08:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T08:15:19.446-06:00</updated><title type="text">GodTube, eh?</title><summary type="text">At first I was a little scientologist-creeped-out by this video, but the longer it went on the funnier it got.  What's scary, I guess, is that people get sucked in by this stuff.Oh yeah, and dang, dude, you live in AMERICA...why couldn't you have found out about Jesus yrself, eh? Guilt-marketing works so well in America.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/1137796340602565854/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768662&amp;postID=1137796340602565854&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/1137796340602565854" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/1137796340602565854" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stealingsand.com/2008/01/godtube-eh.html" title="GodTube, eh?" /><author><name>stealingsand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768662.post-7973847125094015095</id><published>2007-09-10T12:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:45:54.488-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mecca" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kitties" /><title type="text">Jie</title><summary type="text">Thursday, August 30, 2007, I came home from work, and that day she didn't even get up off the chair. For a week she hadn't eaten much, and was getting weaker by the day. Her head wobbled when she sat still, and when she walked, sometimes she fell down. Sometimes she fell in her food, pathetically attempting to eat, and failing miserably at it. I had emailed my stepmom, Michelle, talking about the</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/7973847125094015095/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768662&amp;postID=7973847125094015095&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/7973847125094015095" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/7973847125094015095" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stealingsand.com/2007/09/jie.html" title="Jie" /><author><name>stealingsand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768662.post-935051197317573052</id><published>2007-08-23T08:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T08:30:59.666-05:00</updated><title type="text">Dear YouTube</title><summary type="text">Don't put ads on your videos, or run prerolls.  Is the company that hard up for cash? This is the turning point where users of the site are slapped in the face with the fact that the site is for-profit, not for fun. They'll realize that there's a man behind the curtain and that he's pulling the strings, that we're all just going along for the ride. It's not fun after that. If we think about it </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/935051197317573052/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768662&amp;postID=935051197317573052&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/935051197317573052" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/935051197317573052" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stealingsand.com/2007/08/dear-youtube.html" title="Dear YouTube" /><author><name>stealingsand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768662.post-7575365060113769660</id><published>2007-05-03T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T21:32:53.670-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="basketball" /><title type="text">Again, please</title><summary type="text">Is it really darkest before the dawn?  Y'all did it Tuesday, so please, now, as you take the court, do it again...We believe!!!</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/7575365060113769660/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768662&amp;postID=7575365060113769660&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/7575365060113769660" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/7575365060113769660" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stealingsand.com/2007/05/again-please.html" title="Again, please" /><author><name>stealingsand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768662.post-3323617570696226006</id><published>2007-05-01T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T12:26:49.818-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rant" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="basketball" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV" /><title type="text">Playoffs tonight</title><summary type="text">Dear Dallas Mavericks,Tonight is the win-or-go-home game of the 12006-2007 season.  I know you can pull it off, but I don't know if you know it.  I was worried from the beginning of the season, every time we played GS, because you guys seem to fall down and kick yourselves for every 2-point GS lead. You can't seem to get up after that, either.  That never happened when we played the Suns, Spurs, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/3323617570696226006/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768662&amp;postID=3323617570696226006&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/3323617570696226006" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/3323617570696226006" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stealingsand.com/2007/05/playoffs-tonight.html" title="Playoffs tonight" /><author><name>stealingsand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768662.post-1160657651240538497</id><published>2007-04-08T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T12:32:58.629-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="update" /><title type="text">Update</title><summary type="text">Todya I have spent about an hour trying to fix the FTP issues on here, fix the archive issues, and make sure that the tags are correct on this bitch.  And I haven't update it since January.  Mostly because I had thrown my hands up and said "Paugh!"Well, maybe not "Paugh!", maybe something a little more colorful. But it's fixed and now I don't have any desire to update it.  Go figure.Maybe I'll </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/1160657651240538497/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768662&amp;postID=1160657651240538497&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/1160657651240538497" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/1160657651240538497" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stealingsand.com/2007/04/update.html" title="Update" /><author><name>stealingsand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768662.post-8546554805630317936</id><published>2007-01-31T16:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T20:18:45.518-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="train" /><title type="text">Eventful Trains</title><summary type="text">Got my CDs today, four Stanley Huang CDs and a Wang Lee Hom CD.  Yay new music!!! I'm hard-pressed to go to class tonight what with all I want to do with these CDs.It seems the trains are set to be an interesting experience for me. I guess God thought in my lovely car I was lonely, so going to work should be a social experiment for me.  Case in point.Yesterday on the train I sat facing forward </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/8546554805630317936/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768662&amp;postID=8546554805630317936&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/8546554805630317936" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/8546554805630317936" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stealingsand.com/2007/01/eventful-trains.html" title="Eventful Trains" /><author><name>stealingsand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768662.post-4119880230443247043</id><published>2007-01-25T07:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T12:14:35.393-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ridiculous" /><title type="text">Illegal Spanking</title><summary type="text">Check out this article on Time's website. Read at the very last line.Now.  I am not even going to talk about what the article is about.   Ridiculous Californians, legislating something as obviously unenforceable as this.  And I believe in spanking to a point.  But I have seen spanking that wasn't spanking, and there's a fine line.  Whatever.  Let them do what they want.  If it passes, that is the</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/4119880230443247043/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768662&amp;postID=4119880230443247043&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/4119880230443247043" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/4119880230443247043" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stealingsand.com/2007/01/illegal-spanking.html" title="Illegal Spanking" /><author><name>stealingsand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768662.post-1219171573918842790</id><published>2007-01-22T12:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T12:15:35.282-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rant" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chinese" /><title type="text">Snarky girl</title><summary type="text">In class Saturday the professor had all of us introduce ourselves (groan) and say where we'd come from, why we're taking the class, and something unique about ourselves.  I always feel like a dip when I say "Oh, yea, and I speak Chinese" which seems just so self-absorbed.  My Chinese isn't stellar anyway, so making that claim isn't the most intelligent thing to do.  I always feel so egotistical </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/1219171573918842790/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768662&amp;postID=1219171573918842790&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/1219171573918842790" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/1219171573918842790" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stealingsand.com/2007/01/snarky-girl.html" title="Snarky girl" /><author><name>stealingsand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768662.post-4461366061678273768</id><published>2007-01-17T15:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T12:16:06.086-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pop" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chinese" /><title type="text">Ice Day</title><summary type="text">I've been sucked in to My Space, kicking and screaming.  But now that I'm here, it's not so bad. I actually kind of like it.  We'll see what happens.Found a new chinese singer to idolize, Stanley Huang.  Some of his videos I found on You Tube:      Another day of ice, and as I was leaving for work this morning, I realized this one could be bad.  I drove to the light this morning at 6 am, and </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/4461366061678273768/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768662&amp;postID=4461366061678273768&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/4461366061678273768" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/4461366061678273768" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stealingsand.com/2007/01/ice-day.html" title="Ice Day" /><author><name>stealingsand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768662.post-6588524321457895461</id><published>2007-01-14T14:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T12:17:05.485-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="job" /><title type="text">Update</title><summary type="text">No, I'm not dead.Yes, I now have a MySpace Account, a new job, and 6 graduate hours this semester.  No, I won't tell you my username.Yes, I will tell you if you email and ask nicely.No, I don't yet update my blog from work.Yes, I await the day I have enough time at lunch to do so.No, I really don't want to stop updating this.Yes, I really have to go now.No, I am not ignoring you.Yes, I miss you.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/6588524321457895461/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768662&amp;postID=6588524321457895461&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/6588524321457895461" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/6588524321457895461" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stealingsand.com/2007/01/update.html" title="Update" /><author><name>stealingsand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768662.post-3823298722840736504</id><published>2006-12-19T10:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T12:17:26.998-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="web" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chinese" /><title type="text">Usability information</title><summary type="text">Of course.  If you know anything about Chinese society, this is obvious.  Always good to have the obvious backed up by empirical data, though...Chinese Users are more Private online, finds Research</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/3823298722840736504/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768662&amp;postID=3823298722840736504&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/3823298722840736504" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/3823298722840736504" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stealingsand.com/2006/12/usability-information.html" title="Usability information" /><author><name>stealingsand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768662.post-1333891834636950982</id><published>2006-12-04T20:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T20:08:23.504-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="husband" /><title type="text">and he's mine</title><summary type="text">This just in:My husband is on kittenwar.com right now voting for the not-so-cute kittens to up their percentages.  I am so lucky.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/1333891834636950982/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768662&amp;postID=1333891834636950982&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/1333891834636950982" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768662/posts/default/1333891834636950982" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stealingsand.com/2006/12/and-hes-mine.html" title="and he's mine" /><author><name>stealingsand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry></feed>
