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Then I sang Buffy with a crowd.  Realized for the first time that some of this staff have become my best friends.  Wished that I'd realized that a long time ago.  Cleaned out my car for the last time.  A sweet man who does equations for a living but who looks like an Italian race car driver wished me a wonderful, restful trip. I made to the plains. </atom:summary><link>http://tammytoes.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-days-of-work-600-mile-drive.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tammy O.)</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-5777599.post-1083255783143701539</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2007 18:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T02:07:07.245-07:00</atom:updated><title>tammytoes does tetris</title><atom:summary type="text">I'm sad that it took me this long to discover one of Denver's finest events, the monthly Tetris tournament at Forest Room 5.  Featuring big screen Tetris action, overpriced drinks, super fly folks and the most complex Xcel bracket program on the face of the planet (not to mention the best Tetris players I've ever met), the competition was the most awesome entertainment I've had in a long </atom:summary><link>http://tammytoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/tammytoes-does-tetris.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tammy O.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDIMEWVFrWo/RqzntEzRO6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DxySRWJqMPU/s72-c/tretris1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777599.post-452762417915861708</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jul 2007 13:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-24T08:07:33.518-06:00</atom:updated><title>stupid string theorists</title><atom:summary type="text">This article on Higgs boson research, the particle accelerator race, and blogs in the physics universe caught my eye this morning.  Mostly because I realized that the last time I thought about the Higgs boson was in 6th grade, and also because the fact that I thought about the Standard Model, heavy matter and the like in 6th grade is really, really bizarre.  Over the years, I've re-engaged with </atom:summary><link>http://tammytoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/stupid-string-theorists.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tammy O.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777599.post-849162537619451817</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 02:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-22T20:42:06.267-06:00</atom:updated><title>...a case of the sunday night hmmmmms...</title><atom:summary type="text">there are lots and lots and lots of questions that have plagued me over the years, but the one that occurs to me right now is this:how DO you solve a problem like Maria?got any ideas?</atom:summary><link>http://tammytoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/case-of-sunday-night-hmmmmms.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tammy O.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777599.post-2989451149426920115</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jul 2007 20:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T02:07:07.554-07:00</atom:updated><title>the bout, the deathly hallows</title><atom:summary type="text">This was the scene in the dressing room after the season opener.  That's Boo Boo Radly, captain of my beloved Green Barrettes with the juice box.  In honor of my last bout experience in Denver, I wore my candy pink Sugar Kill Gang uniform skirt (you gotta be tough when you're wearing terry cloth).  My team honored me by asking me to call line-ups for the bout.  This, I've realized, is actually a </atom:summary><link>http://tammytoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/bout-deathly-hallows.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tammy O.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDIMEWVFrWo/RqJvSkzRO5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/e-7IqLOwe8M/s72-c/bout1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777599.post-795844187195769110</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jul 2007 16:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-16T10:45:04.787-06:00</atom:updated><title>serendipity</title><atom:summary type="text">yesterday was the kind of day i could live on for a good long while. i met a friend named ed who i haven't seen since 9th grade in brooklyn for the afternoon.  we had a reunion on smith street, ate almond macaroon cookies from his favorite bakery, and then strolled the bastille festival.  we ended up at a french bar on the waterfront, getting tipsy and trying to chart the past 18 years.then it </atom:summary><link>http://tammytoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/serendipity.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tammy O.)</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-5777599.post-2324829730130315372</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jul 2007 16:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-15T10:39:56.446-06:00</atom:updated><title>this trip to new york city...</title><atom:summary type="text">...is brought to you by the letters E and I and the number 404.i'm thinking about the myth of yards.  on a hot day in brooklyn, everyone is out.  they're standing on the streets talking, having sales outside their walk-ups, sitting in the park, visiting, just meandering.  after so many years of growing up and spending time in the suburbs, i'm totally struck by the myth of yards.  nobody is *ever*</atom:summary><link>http://tammytoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-trip-to-new-york-city.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tammy O.)</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-5777599.post-6384634021242901627</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jul 2007 17:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T02:07:07.726-07:00</atom:updated><title>um, oogy</title><atom:summary type="text">I was just searching my health insurance member website for some contact info for one of my docs.  Well, some genius in their marcom department decided to include physician photos in the staff directory.  Good idea?  Um, no.Case in point:  this guy is my gynecologist.So I've met with this doctor many times and he's NOT THAT CREEPY in person.  He's actually very nice (and he's always been sans </atom:summary><link>http://tammytoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/um-oogy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tammy O.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDIMEWVFrWo/RpEaLAEbV4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/nbCVi5AfFQI/s72-c/ob.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777599.post-6258726558907008320</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jul 2007 03:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-04T22:04:24.582-06:00</atom:updated><title>fireworks, from the porch</title><atom:summary type="text">Last year, I spent my 4th of July with  my family, watching fireworks in Roeland Park, KS and then driving 12 hours back to Denver, contemplating independence, love and what it meant to be alone.  This year, I wanted to be alone again - too much social time lately, not enough space to think or get things done.  So I went to the movies, made some food, did some laundry, chatted quietly with a </atom:summary><link>http://tammytoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/fireworks-from-porch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tammy O.)</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-5777599.post-1976272637619827865</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 17:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-28T11:42:15.031-06:00</atom:updated><title>it's official</title><atom:summary type="text">i hereby declare that Pavement is the official soundtrack for Thursdays.and that is all.</atom:summary><link>http://tammytoes.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-official.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tammy O.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777599.post-6630075508411268625</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Jun 2007 17:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-24T13:08:01.205-06:00</atom:updated><title>so i've watched some flickage the past week</title><atom:summary type="text">but haven't had time for the wrap-up.  words are a premium lately.  but there's always a few around for movies.  so some films and dvds, in the past weekish:1408: film students should watch the first 2/3 of this movie for a primer in how to set mood and tone and scare the beejuzus out of an audience with subtle effects and atmosphere - then watch the last 1/3 of the movie for a tutorial on how to</atom:summary><link>http://tammytoes.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-ive-watched-some-flickage-past-week.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tammy O.)</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-5777599.post-3089939808971972810</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Jun 2007 17:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-24T11:52:16.702-06:00</atom:updated><title>on listening to hank williams in bed</title><atom:summary type="text">i'm learning to love my failure as much as my success. all the major-minor disasters, the lost loves, the yeses that should have been nos (and vice versas) the missed adventures, the too-costly adventures, the risks i'd wish i'd taken, the risks that should have been passed on. i think: i want to be more than the sum of what i've done.  i want to include all the things i should have done, didn't </atom:summary><link>http://tammytoes.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-listening-to-hank-williams-in-bed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tammy O.)</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-5777599.post-1053906271115810753</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Jun 2007 16:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-16T10:32:34.263-06:00</atom:updated><title>um, it's completely true...</title><atom:summary type="text">there really is no sleep 'til brooklyn.</atom:summary><link>http://tammytoes.blogspot.com/2007/06/um-its-completely-true.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tammy O.)</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-5777599.post-4658906326650087832</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Jun 2007 13:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-15T07:19:14.676-06:00</atom:updated><title>atlantis</title><atom:summary type="text">I sat with the new collection of poems by Eavan Boland the other day.This one, in particular.Atlantis, A Lost Sonnet- Eavan BolandHow on earth did it happen, I used to wonderthat a whole city - arches, pillars, colonnades,not to mention vehicles and animals - had allone fine day gone under?I mean, I said to myself, the world was small then.Surely a great city must have been missed?I miss our old </atom:summary><link>http://tammytoes.blogspot.com/2007/06/atlantis.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tammy O.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777599.post-5982037530368111697</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Jun 2007 05:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-14T23:44:08.666-06:00</atom:updated><title>this week's daydreams</title><atom:summary type="text">little bit of time and some sleepyhappy space this week and i had a few memorable daydreams, chief among them:* starting an ELO cover band* giving Joss Whedon a Pulitzer Prize for Radness* inventing homophobia-eliminating bubble gumalso: don't you think it's time for Michael Bay to direct a live-action adaptation of the video game Joust?  the WORLD IS READY.</atom:summary><link>http://tammytoes.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-weeks-daydreams.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tammy O.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777599.post-2274740192815302957</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jun 2007 03:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-06T22:06:53.758-06:00</atom:updated><title>It's officially summer</title><atom:summary type="text">Audrey has started hunting.  She left her first dead mousey prize on the front porch this evening.  She seemed pretty contented with herself as she marched back into the house and threw herself on the carpet, exhausted. (The days have been odd here in Denver.  Cool and rainy.  Unexpected, but familiar.  This is the Colorado that sticks with me from my childhood: warm dry days that turn into cool </atom:summary><link>http://tammytoes.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-officially-summer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tammy O.)</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-5777599.post-2261531577036518925</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Jun 2007 02:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T02:07:07.921-07:00</atom:updated><title>the den, the rock star life</title><atom:summary type="text">One thing the Clayton Manor does well is ENTERTAINMENT.  'Tis the season: kickball practices, backyard movies, theme parties, the greatest porch of all time and now... Guitar Hero.We cleaned up the basement to make it a den.  And the boys transformed it into a video game play palace.  And now Guitar Hero has entered our lives.  Full projection.  Surround sound stereo.I may be getting carpal </atom:summary><link>http://tammytoes.blogspot.com/2007/06/den-rock-star-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tammy O.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDIMEWVFrWo/RmTI6SIRuKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/a0DaQiQPsIY/s72-c/guitar+hero.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777599.post-2525880213075936380</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jun 2007 16:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-03T11:28:22.724-06:00</atom:updated><title>i don't write about music</title><atom:summary type="text">I generally don't feel comfortable with the vocabulary, I have a hard time translating my experiences with music to sophisticated musings, and my lack of witty insider nods reduces my musical street cred to zero in writing. Out of my love for it, I prefer not to risk maligning music with written ineptitude.  Words do permanent damage, yo.But then there's The National's Boxer. I so so so want to </atom:summary><link>http://tammytoes.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-dont-write-about-music.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tammy O.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777599.post-1873825579708880873</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jun 2007 03:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-01T22:02:01.035-06:00</atom:updated><title>yummy bowls of goodness, unwishful thinking</title><atom:summary type="text">Tonight was all about eating delicious bowls of yumdevorous rice noodles with one of my favorite people in the world.  And I realized in the middle of a slurp that I've somehow started to wish my days away, thinking about what's next, what's on tap for the weekend, who will be doing what, what's happening after work, and what I should or should not being doing with whom or wherever.  My presence </atom:summary><link>http://tammytoes.blogspot.com/2007/06/yummy-bowls-of-goodness-unwishful.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tammy O.)</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-5777599.post-3068920094897369844</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 May 2007 17:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-27T11:52:13.346-06:00</atom:updated><title>for Memorial Day</title><atom:summary type="text">It struck me this morning that it's been a really long time since I actually read and thought about Lincoln's Gettysburg Address.  And what it evokes, all the way from that dedication of Soldiers' National Cemetery in 1863 to the current litany of crises we are facing now in our country, is at once civic pride and outrage.  Republicanism as freedom, equality and democracy?  Where are my sovereign</atom:summary><link>http://tammytoes.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-memorial-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tammy O.)</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-5777599.post-2835848652025823105</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 May 2007 04:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-27T11:42:01.162-06:00</atom:updated><title>nutrition</title><atom:summary type="text">I thought a lot about whiskey tonight.  Instead of drinking it, I ate orange slices and listened to Leonard Cohen.If you don't become the ocean, you'll be seasick every day.Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.The moon is swimming naked and the summer night is fragrant with a mighty expectation of relief.</atom:summary><link>http://tammytoes.blogspot.com/2007/05/nutrition.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tammy O.)</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-5777599.post-7783017058707326538</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 May 2007 16:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-25T10:52:31.145-06:00</atom:updated><title>Falling Down</title><atom:summary type="text">When I started playing roller derby, I experienced a rather dramatic transformation: the effect of that particular exercise, more so than anything else I've ever done, changed me from being a clod into someone who could hold herself relatively upright for prolonged periods of time.  Now, one month into retirement, it seems that the universe has returned to its normal state of being.I'm falling </atom:summary><link>http://tammytoes.blogspot.com/2007/05/falling-down.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tammy O.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777599.post-34657358247173389</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2007 13:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T02:07:08.245-07:00</atom:updated><title>Bathroom Self-Portrait: Friday, Two for the Road</title><atom:summary type="text">Thursday night was inspiring!  Thursday, 7:45 pm.  Bathroom at Watercourse Foods.  Weeping unicorn: greatest bathroom graffiti ever.9:05 pm.  Lenny's Bathroom, Twin Peaks night.I loved this project.</atom:summary><link>http://tammytoes.blogspot.com/2007/05/bathroom-self-portrait-friday-two-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tammy O.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDIMEWVFrWo/RkRszsK_4iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5OeV6z97v4I/s72-c/bathroomunicorn.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777599.post-1786788264855297969</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2007 23:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T02:07:08.429-07:00</atom:updated><title>Bathroom Self-Portrait: Thursday</title><atom:summary type="text">Thursday, 12:25 pm.  Denver Public Library, Woodbury Branch Bathroom.  Everything (stalls, walls, porcelain and paper towel dispensers) in orange, yellow and beige.</atom:summary><link>http://tammytoes.blogspot.com/2007/05/bathroom-self-portrait-thursday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tammy O.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDIMEWVFrWo/RkOnVMK_4hI/AAAAAAAAAEg/6r67Y807EqY/s72-c/librarybathroom.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
