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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/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CkADSXs8cCp7ImA9WhdTEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715732951878560178</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:26:18.578-05:00</updated><category term="wb" /><category term="Papa Bear" /><category term="beer" /><category term="spices" /><category term="host" /><category term="Loud" /><category term="jobonga" /><category term="Animal Overrun" /><category term="Lucia" /><category term="Alex" /><category term="11frogs" /><category term="sexytime" /><category term="sorrywhitney" /><category term="music" /><category term="darcy" /><category term="schmatie" /><category term="advisors" /><category term="condiments" /><category term="shawn" /><category term="fuzzyj" /><category term="typography" /><category term="tommy" /><category term="clothes" /><category term="How-to" /><category term="deliverance" /><category term="Event" /><category term="7 Things" /><category term="Enemy" /><title>The Desert Island Blog</title><subtitle type="html">What's on your island?</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>wb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07639533495328672467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1359/1150320450_937043e9b4.jpg?v=0" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheDesertIslandBlog" /><feedburner:info uri="thedesertislandblog" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIDR3o6fyp7ImA9WxFTEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715732951878560178.post-8045391479463917832</id><published>2010-03-31T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:46:16.417-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-31T22:46:16.417-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Enemy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wb" /><title>Crosstown Rivals</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/S7P3o3O-p7I/AAAAAAAACpY/xoEQeR7mKiI/s1600/web_st_pats_07_tn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/S7P3o3O-p7I/AAAAAAAACpY/xoEQeR7mKiI/s320/web_st_pats_07_tn.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everybody&lt;/i&gt; needs an enemy in their life. A little yin to their yang, the Mr. Pibb to their Dr Pepper&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;®&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;i&gt;why?&lt;/i&gt; to their &lt;i&gt;I don't know&lt;/i&gt;;&amp;nbsp;a nemesis to make it worth getting out of bed in the morning.&amp;nbsp;Like Lisa once said, even Maggie has that baby with the one eyebrow. So who/what's living on the other side of your island, disrupting your intramural volle&lt;span id="goog_290569086"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_290569087"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yball schedule, stealing from your coconut cache in the night, thwarting your attempts to organize Tiki Tuesdays, and generally giving purpose to your interminable island incarceration?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/S7Pc5Trkg2I/AAAAAAAACpI/z8vYtOPxEng/s1600/web_Polly_and_Granny_tn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/S7Pc5Trkg2I/AAAAAAAACpI/z8vYtOPxEng/s400/web_Polly_and_Granny_tn.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've got one word for you: &lt;a href="http://www.capitolkids.com/webster_gallery.html"&gt;Webster&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;And then 5 more words for you: That Bear on The Square. We took a disliking to each other immediately upon meeting back in '04—he scowled down at me from his smug little stool like he was the cock of the walk, and I punched him in the face. Things haven't changed much in the last 5 years, he's still wearing his little hats and I'm still trying to knock his pimp ship back down to size.&lt;br /&gt;
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Think that picking a stuffed bear as an island adversary is a cop-out? Wrong. And actually, I'm embarrassed for you. It should be obvious by now that the laws of nature are suspended on isolated islands: time travel, phantom lighthouses, coconut-based electronics, reanimation—anything's possible. That bear could be undead, all-powerful, or part frog the minute it sets paw onto my island. And don't act like a omnipotent, sexually mobile, zombie-bear doesn't scare you.&lt;br /&gt;
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My 4 typefaces:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Andale Mono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/SeAx_wA-NZI/AAAAAAAACB8/EIrDgJdEFNM/s1600-h/Andale+Mono.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/SeAx_wA-NZI/AAAAAAAACB8/EIrDgJdEFNM/s400/Andale+Mono.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have a strange attachment to &lt;i&gt;Andale Mono&lt;/i&gt;. I think it mostly stems from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Telnet"&gt;Telnet&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;use at Rochester, but I also just really like a good monospaced font. &lt;i&gt;AM&lt;/i&gt; will be used for all official island business including, but not limited to, Beach Volleyball scoring, otter naming records, map legends /labels, and intra-island memos.&lt;br /&gt;
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Distinctive feature(s): that zero with a dot inside, &lt;i&gt;très officiel&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Rockwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/SeAx9-I2ZUI/AAAAAAAACBs/NiGSQ9TvBHc/s1600-h/Rockwell.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/SeAx9-I2ZUI/AAAAAAAACBs/NiGSQ9TvBHc/s400/Rockwell.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rockwell will be our goto signage option. It will warn us of rocks, cliffs, &lt;a href="http://wbarnebey.com/cali/pictures/cimg0610.html"&gt;sleeper waves&lt;/a&gt;, and extra high UV indices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Distinctive feature(s): understated serifs for increased impact, its whimsical Q tail.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Modern No. 20&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/SeAx-392PYI/AAAAAAAACB0/2YjUWKeHo0Y/s1600-h/modern+No.+20.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/SeAx-392PYI/AAAAAAAACB0/2YjUWKeHo0Y/s400/modern+No.+20.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This little ditty will be perfect for our aforementioned island newsletters, or for when we finally get our quarterly poetry anthology–&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Islands in the Stanza&lt;/i&gt;, up and running. I really like its thin straight serifs and retro-ish feel. It will lend an approachable, yet distinguished air to our publications.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Distinctive feature(s): the jaunty 2 and the double line of the dollar sign, which is my preferred number of dollar sign lines.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;WW2 Blackltr Alt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/SeDnEQPyKRI/AAAAAAAACFk/W_eB4_KhmAg/s1600-h/WW2+Blackltr+Alt.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/SeDnEQPyKRI/AAAAAAAACFk/W_eB4_KhmAg/s400/WW2+Blackltr+Alt.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had to include something gothic because we'll need it for labeling Ye bamboo huts, Ye Olde Tiki Bar, and the gangplanks. And you just can't do that with Helvetica. I don't remember where I found this font but I like it for its appropriate amount of Olde English flair, I think Robin Hood not Beowulf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Distinctive feature(s): are you getting a load of that punctuation‽ They're all pretty brazen, but I'll be using the ampersand and № as often as possible.&lt;br /&gt;
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[&lt;i&gt;UPDATE&lt;/i&gt;: also distinctive, the Nazi Eagle (&lt;i&gt;SHIFT+OPTION+?&lt;/i&gt;). I'm assuming that's the WW2 reference, but still pretty disturbing when typed unintentionally.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.s. - Did you know that there is both a &lt;a href="http://www.typography.com/fonts/font_overview.php?productLineID=100026"&gt;Whitney&lt;/a&gt; typeface &lt;i&gt;and &lt;/i&gt;a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joanna_(typeface)"&gt;Joanna&lt;/a&gt; typeface?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/715732951878560178-6825321604855577571?l=desertislandblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~4/fOWbtU7-oX8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6825321604855577571/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715732951878560178&amp;postID=6825321604855577571&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/6825321604855577571?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/6825321604855577571?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~3/fOWbtU7-oX8/deserted-typography.html" title="Deserted Typography" /><author><name>wb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07639533495328672467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1359/1150320450_937043e9b4.jpg?v=0" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/SeAx_wA-NZI/AAAAAAAACB8/EIrDgJdEFNM/s72-c/Andale+Mono.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Unknown location</georss:featurename><georss:point>-23.639157910638332 -167.15624749660492</georss:point><georss:box>-61.37974091063833 133.07812750339508 14.101425089361669 -107.39062249660492</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/deserted-typography.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcHQ3k8eyp7ImA9WxVaFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715732951878560178.post-2130313469135767012</id><published>2009-02-12T22:51:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T13:53:52.773-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-11T13:53:52.773-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="deliverance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wb" /><title>Don't Forget to Tip...</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;So you're stuck on a desert island. You've got some &lt;a href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/search/label/spices"&gt;spices&lt;/a&gt;, a couple of &lt;a href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/search/label/condiments"&gt;condiments&lt;/a&gt;, and whatever your island happens to be &lt;a href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/search/label/Animal%20Overrun"&gt;overrun&lt;/a&gt; with. And of course there's the fruits of the seas. But what about when you get home from a long day of building sandcastles and playing beach volleyball? The last thing you're going to want to do is build &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; fire to roast &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;wild boar. Luckily your island's inside the delivery radius of 3, but only 3, take-out joints. Where are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; going to order from?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/SZT7oVrWSLI/AAAAAAAABvU/fKr-2FBQXJo/s1600-h/pad-thai.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/SZT7oVrWSLI/AAAAAAAABvU/fKr-2FBQXJo/s200/pad-thai.gif" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Thai&lt;/span&gt;: I almost said Indian. I'm sorry for doubting your importance to me Thai cuisine. Your spicy coconut milk concoctions and big chewy noodles will be a bright spot in my already amazing island lifestyle. Plus, I think over time I can figure out how to make a respectable tikka masala of my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/715732951878560178-2130313469135767012?l=desertislandblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~4/0fqVF7Zp_xk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2130313469135767012/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715732951878560178&amp;postID=2130313469135767012&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/2130313469135767012?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/2130313469135767012?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~3/0fqVF7Zp_xk/dont-forget-to-tip.html" title="Don't Forget to Tip..." /><author><name>wb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07639533495328672467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1359/1150320450_937043e9b4.jpg?v=0" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/SZUAuQO7kHI/AAAAAAAABv8/4T4lMTi64W4/s72-c/IMG_0589laplayita.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-forget-to-tip.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcDQno_cSp7ImA9WxVaFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715732951878560178.post-6493267152402051386</id><published>2009-01-22T22:04:00.048-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T13:54:33.449-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-11T13:54:33.449-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wb" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Animal Overrun" /><title>BABY OTTERS!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/SXlB34sxQmI/AAAAAAAABkY/qb119s7zFmA/s1600-h/13963629_00ddb31e1e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/SXlB34sxQmI/AAAAAAAABkY/qb119s7zFmA/s400/13963629_00ddb31e1e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought about tiger cubs, hedgehogs, and guinea pigs (cute and tasty!) but the obvious choice is baby otters. Not only are they adorable and cuddley, they're good fishers. After a morning of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=epUk3T2Kfno"&gt;hand holding&lt;/a&gt;, my armada of otter pups will take to the sea for me. This will not only give me some much needed alone time with &lt;a href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-desert-island-3.html"&gt;Rihanna, Heidi, and Gabby&lt;/a&gt;, but also provide us with a plentiful supply of mulloscs, fishes, and urchins.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now think about Heidi Klum holding a fluffy baby otter. On a scale of 1-10 how jealous are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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P.s.&lt;br /&gt;
Runner-up: baby pandas.&lt;br /&gt;
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Reasons include,&lt;br /&gt;(1) I think he'll keep me motivated with constructive criticism&lt;br /&gt;(2) Together we can design some fabulous sportswear made only from island materials.&lt;br /&gt;(3) I'm pretty certain he is capable of being completely catty once the cameras are off. I'll need someone good to be catty with to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwUO998lQM/SLpQDLk9JmI/AAAAAAAAAo4/K89__rWE0Ek/s1600-h/tim-gunn-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240589131976615522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwUO998lQM/SLpQDLk9JmI/AAAAAAAAAo4/K89__rWE0Ek/s320/tim-gunn-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/715732951878560178-6083144521711265899?l=desertislandblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~4/NmjM3xnvXbc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6083144521711265899/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715732951878560178&amp;postID=6083144521711265899&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/6083144521711265899?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/6083144521711265899?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~3/NmjM3xnvXbc/make-it-work.html" title="Make it Work" /><author><name>loud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwUO998lQM/SdVlTDXGpNI/AAAAAAAAA9M/e71AlxFuZ-I/S220/Hillary+4.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwUO998lQM/SLpQDLk9JmI/AAAAAAAAAo4/K89__rWE0Ek/s72-c/tim-gunn-2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/make-it-work.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMAQXo4fyp7ImA9WxdaGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715732951878560178.post-4717016321425598068</id><published>2008-08-28T10:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:30:40.437-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-28T10:30:40.437-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lucia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="host" /><title>Hosting my island</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;I don't want any one too swarmy nicey (Julie Chen, I might be talking about you), or too calm and collected (Tom Brokaw, this means you are out)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Anthony Bourdain wasn't already on the island, he would have been my pick. But, hey, we are busy actually doing our island things, he can't narrate. That would be like asking you to introduce yourself, odd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want my host to be kind of catty and sarcastic. I think that Kat Von D would be a good pick, but after some thought I am going with Gwen Stefani. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea if she has any hosting skills at all, but dude, she would be so fun to hang out with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had better not be nice though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have to tell you, it was hard to figure out which Gwen was coming - Marilyn style Gwen or Ska style Gwen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think she will be allowed to change with her mood. When Metallica is playing on the island, she will go Ska style. When we are more low key, she will bust out some classy shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee284/gamasutra/GwenStefani_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee284/gamasutra/GwenStefani_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://youthoughtso.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/gwen_stefani-tour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://youthoughtso.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/gwen_stefani-tour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/715732951878560178-4717016321425598068?l=desertislandblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~4/1lzH-oD4_rQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4717016321425598068/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715732951878560178&amp;postID=4717016321425598068&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/4717016321425598068?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/4717016321425598068?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~3/1lzH-oD4_rQ/hosting-my-island.html" title="Hosting my island" /><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684107212549980766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/hosting-my-island.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkACRHk5eCp7ImA9WxdaEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715732951878560178.post-3053603366928403580</id><published>2008-08-19T22:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:59:25.720-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-19T22:59:25.720-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="schmatie" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advisors" /><title>Talking Heads: Quick Response</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRTFLGsx7aQ/SKuVwinaUiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svCkjsD87NI/s1600-h/michael-caine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRTFLGsx7aQ/SKuVwinaUiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svCkjsD87NI/s320/michael-caine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236443652906701346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I need a voice of reason, someone who I can really trust; enter &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alfred Pennyworth&lt;/span&gt; [Michael Caine]. He is the obvious choice to keep both &lt;a href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/sexytime.html"&gt;Batman&lt;/a&gt; and myself on the straight and narrow.  Since Batman/Bruce Wayne [Christian Bale] will already be spooning with me, Alfred won't even have to quit his day job.  Yes, I may ask for a martini now and again, but ideally I'll be looking for words of wisdom via flashback-type dream sequences.  I'll remember back to a time in which he advised, &lt;a href="http://www.fortunecity.com/roswell/hammer/55/alquotes.html"&gt;"it is best not to cry until the milk is actually spilled"&lt;/a&gt; and I'll immediately know the right path to take.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRTFLGsx7aQ/SKuV6ymGKuI/AAAAAAAAABA/nNRUiIVbwQA/s1600-h/What-Not-To-Wear-what-not-to-wear-268252_450_330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRTFLGsx7aQ/SKuV6ymGKuI/AAAAAAAAABA/nNRUiIVbwQA/s320/What-Not-To-Wear-what-not-to-wear-268252_450_330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236443828994845410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/fansites/whatnottowear/whatnottowear.html"&gt;Stacey and Clinton&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;Every season (yes my tropical paradise has four of them, though all rather similar) these two will storm the island, put me in the 360 degree mirror and make me throw away all my grass skirts. In exchange, I'll get a new wardrobe based on rules set by their fashion prowess and witty banter.  Based on their teachings, I can instruct fellow castaways in proper coconut bra and loincloth technique.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/715732951878560178-3053603366928403580?l=desertislandblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~4/aHHCkdAACUk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3053603366928403580/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715732951878560178&amp;postID=3053603366928403580&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/3053603366928403580?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/3053603366928403580?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~3/aHHCkdAACUk/talking-heads-quick-response.html" title="Talking Heads: Quick Response" /><author><name>schmatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05384151090169779891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PRTFLGsx7aQ/SHb2sGBCCWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/XE6qJ5VQ7do/S220/IMG_2794.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRTFLGsx7aQ/SKuVwinaUiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svCkjsD87NI/s72-c/michael-caine.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/talking-heads-quick-response.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MFRXs6fip7ImA9WxVaE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715732951878560178.post-4150194943485345785</id><published>2008-08-18T23:04:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:36:54.516-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-09T15:36:54.516-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advisors" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wb" /><title>Talking Heads</title><content type="html">Sure, our islands are being populated in 1's, 3's, and 5's with our hearts greatest desires. But that doesn't mean we're not going to be faced with a multitude of challenging situations of both moral and strategic nature. As such we'll need advice from time to time. Years of mediocre TV teach us that this most often comes in the form of voices that only the leading character (that's you!) can hear. Not only can you choose the 2 voices you wish to be advised by; you also get to choose the method by which they communicate. Why 2? Because it's our first even number, and too much advice is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/SKphqnlYftI/AAAAAAAAAu4/Z5VrWsYImI0/s1600-h/Picture+1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236104901579800274" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/SKphqnlYftI/AAAAAAAAAu4/Z5VrWsYImI0/s200/Picture+1.png" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;u&gt;The Professor from Gilligan's Island&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Gadgets. I love 'em, and I won't be able to build them on my own. The Professor's expertise in working with bamboo, coconut, and vine will be invaluable during our construction of bunk beds, ipods, island themed stemware, and a dishwasher. The Professor will appear to me as a disembodied head over my left shoulder letting him observe construction and offer advice as needed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/SKr7eLTN2oI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Em98BYkkjE8/s1600-h/BenjaminFranklinDiscoversElectricity.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236274012619659906" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/SKr7eLTN2oI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Em98BYkkjE8/s200/BenjaminFranklinDiscoversElectricity.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;u&gt;Benjamin Franklin&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Franklin will be able to provide advice on all manner of things. What's the best way to go about starting a library? Do I need to install a lightning rod? How can I get Heidi and Gabrielle to stop bickering? I'll expect witty, prescient answers to all of these and more. Big Ben will appear to me in the night sky à la &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lion King&lt;/span&gt;, which will be dramatic and slightly scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/715732951878560178-4150194943485345785?l=desertislandblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~4/rBRO63wSuJc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4150194943485345785/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715732951878560178&amp;postID=4150194943485345785&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/4150194943485345785?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/4150194943485345785?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~3/rBRO63wSuJc/talking-heads.html" title="Talking Heads" /><author><name>wb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07639533495328672467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1359/1150320450_937043e9b4.jpg?v=0" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/SKphqnlYftI/AAAAAAAAAu4/Z5VrWsYImI0/s72-c/Picture+1.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/talking-heads.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EMQXg-fCp7ImA9WxdbFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715732951878560178.post-8893916339489066039</id><published>2008-08-12T20:45:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:28:00.654-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-12T23:28:00.654-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="host" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wb" /><title>Host of the Gross</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/SKJcOSF2RxI/AAAAAAAAAuI/WYq1uhrP4W4/s1600-h/518CHszkL6L._SX320_SY240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/SKJcOSF2RxI/AAAAAAAAAuI/WYq1uhrP4W4/s200/518CHszkL6L._SX320_SY240_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233847117402228498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once Katie &lt;a href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/girl-crush.html"&gt;snapped up&lt;/a&gt; Cat Deeley my choice became obvious. Seacrest is too much of a little bitch and while he might be fun to have around to beat up every once in a while I don't really want him on my island. It was hard to pass up &lt;a href="http://www.maxim.com/LaylaKayleigh/girls_of_maxim/868.aspx"&gt;Layla Kayleigh&lt;/a&gt; and her mixed African, European, and Middle Eastern background, but I really just wouldn't be able to handle that name every day for the rest of my life. And that leaves Joe Rogan. He's not hot or British but I do look forward to him egging us on to new and more exciting heights. I expect he'll drink most of my Coors Light, hit on my women, and spout a fair amount of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joe_Rogan"&gt;his conspiracy theories&lt;/a&gt;; I'm OK with that as long as it means we get good pre- and post- beach volleyball interviews.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/715732951878560178-8893916339489066039?l=desertislandblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~4/14ASJnEvOok" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8893916339489066039/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715732951878560178&amp;postID=8893916339489066039&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/8893916339489066039?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/8893916339489066039?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~3/14ASJnEvOok/host-of-gross.html" title="Host of the Gross" /><author><name>wb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07639533495328672467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1359/1150320450_937043e9b4.jpg?v=0" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/SKJcOSF2RxI/AAAAAAAAAuI/WYq1uhrP4W4/s72-c/518CHszkL6L._SX320_SY240_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/host-of-gross.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMEQ3c9eSp7ImA9WxdbFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715732951878560178.post-6610100483017472713</id><published>2008-08-08T21:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:16:42.961-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-12T22:16:42.961-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="schmatie" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="host" /><title>Host with the Most</title><content type="html">CHALLENGE:  Which television/radio personality are you bringing to commentate your desert island reality?  This person will serve as both a companion and a mediator between you and your world-wide audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My pick: Cat Deeley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRTFLGsx7aQ/SJ0MIQJ9G4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/gfa6Hah9K8U/s1600-h/so-you-think-you-can-dance-cat-deeley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRTFLGsx7aQ/SJ0MIQJ9G4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/gfa6Hah9K8U/s320/so-you-think-you-can-dance-cat-deeley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232351677989591938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We share a common passion for dance (we would awkwardly do it while talking about our favorite contestants/routines on So You Think You Can Dance), she is an English disc jockey so she'd be amazing at Musical Catchphrase, and her kind nature and warm sense of humor would be exceptionally welcome on my island.  I really want to french braid her great hair, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/lyndamatthews/Desktop/so-you-think-you-can-dance-cat-deeley.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/715732951878560178-6610100483017472713?l=desertislandblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~4/d3dWrOzQLJM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6610100483017472713/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715732951878560178&amp;postID=6610100483017472713&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/6610100483017472713?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/6610100483017472713?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~3/d3dWrOzQLJM/girl-crush.html" title="Host with the Most" /><author><name>schmatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05384151090169779891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PRTFLGsx7aQ/SHb2sGBCCWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/XE6qJ5VQ7do/S220/IMG_2794.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRTFLGsx7aQ/SJ0MIQJ9G4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/gfa6Hah9K8U/s72-c/so-you-think-you-can-dance-cat-deeley.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/girl-crush.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EMQXwycCp7ImA9WxdWGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715732951878560178.post-8688469329845868554</id><published>2008-07-12T09:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T09:08:00.298-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-12T09:08:00.298-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexytime" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jobonga" /><title>I was born too late. You were born too soon.</title><content type="html">Choosing celebrity sex partners is tough when you're into fatties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_plDLLceSoi4/SHhO8LfFWKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VoPRIP-smS0/s1600-h/warnett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_plDLLceSoi4/SHhO8LfFWKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VoPRIP-smS0/s320/warnett.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222010563718371490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1.  Will Arnett. I'm sorry to break up the happy thing he has with Amy Poehler. BUT. He's my number one now. I think I fell for him during his guest appearance on 30 Rock as a gay man. I just know he's a cuddler. A touch bashful. And hilarious. Do I have to pick two more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_plDLLceSoi4/SHhPdxe4UiI/AAAAAAAAAJo/l5D12Bx7AfY/s1600-h/cbrown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_plDLLceSoi4/SHhPdxe4UiI/AAAAAAAAAJo/l5D12Bx7AfY/s200/cbrown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222011140853748258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Chris Brown. I think it's the eyebrows. Soon everyone on my island will be doing backflips. And sideflips. I hope it's not a problem that he's currently dating &lt;a href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-desert-island-3.html"&gt;Whitney's sex partner&lt;/a&gt;, Rihanna. He's so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_plDLLceSoi4/SHhP6rYKTiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/h6p-7IadMIk/s1600-h/jpiven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_plDLLceSoi4/SHhP6rYKTiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/h6p-7IadMIk/s200/jpiven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222011637431160354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. Jeremy Piven. My internet research just proved he's had some kind of hair surgery. He was much balder at some point. And this is a little risky because he's such an ass on Entourage. Whatever. I think I can fatten him up nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had other picks, but I decided I deserve decently energetic sex for a few more decades, and they were too old. Otherwise, I would have packed:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chevy Chase, Caddy Shack years. I see Jeremy Piven as a younger version of him. I often get them confused.&lt;br /&gt;2. Paul Newman. I did bring his &lt;a href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/condiments-v.html"&gt;salad dressing&lt;/a&gt;, so that's something.&lt;br /&gt;3. Marlon Brando, circa Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.&lt;br /&gt;4. Burt Reynolds in short swim trunks. An excellent reading voice, plenty of chest hair, and one hell of a mustache. Why the hell not? I bet I can sneak him in on another list.&lt;br /&gt;I could go on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/715732951878560178-8688469329845868554?l=desertislandblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~4/M550yjEwCe8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8688469329845868554/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715732951878560178&amp;postID=8688469329845868554&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/8688469329845868554?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/8688469329845868554?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~3/M550yjEwCe8/i-was-born-too-late-you-were-born-too.html" title="I was born too late. 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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought for a while about choosing the Olympics for my event, mainly because of the variety you'd get. I wasn't completely sure if I had to make a choice between the summer and winter games, but if so, I'd obviously go for summer (even though this would mean missing Joanna's future appearances in the biathlon). Then I decided this was lame, and I didn't want to wait 4 years between installments. But then I couldn't think of anything better. Until I thought of Wimbledon, which I do think is better. It's yearly, lasts for a fortnight, and for some reason I really enjoy watching tennis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BFPXCAWOzy-qR23zAzQuBw?authkey=Gv1sRgCJaRguKMyMe8aw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/SHep2P0iyvI/AAAAAAAAAoc/gcB3xNjJK1s/s288/800px-Centre_Court_Wimbledon_%282%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taylor Kitsch&lt;/span&gt;: So predictable, I know.  A Tim Riggins addiction does not just disappear overnight.  After watching a few episodes of Intervention this evening, I realized I'm a prime candidate to find friends and family pleading with me to seek help or they'll cut me out of their lives.  I can't help it.  He wouldn't need to worry about washing his hair, he'd probably bring booze, and we can play catch on the beach.  He's definitely not going to college in season 3 of FNL so it's not like I'd be interrupting any of his other plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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2. &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://bestrealitytv.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/ozzy.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://bestrealitytv.wordpress.com/2008/04/17/survivor-ozzy-ousted-in-shocking-tribal-council/&amp;amp;h=400&amp;amp;w=300&amp;amp;sz=37&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=1&amp;amp;sig2=8TQsdmGHWlbjk6tNPbFnVA&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=QJSBbEcjFmSRvM:&amp;amp;tbnh=124&amp;amp;tbnw=93&amp;amp;ei=MPF2SNTKIY_eigGfldXXCA&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DOzzie%2Bsurvivor%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DN"&gt;Ozzy Lusth&lt;/a&gt; - best Survivor EVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/715732951878560178-3626731704321087253?l=desertislandblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~4/tFTSxqWl3x0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3626731704321087253/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715732951878560178&amp;postID=3626731704321087253&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/3626731704321087253?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/3626731704321087253?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~3/tFTSxqWl3x0/sexytime.html" title="SEXYtime." /><author><name>schmatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05384151090169779891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PRTFLGsx7aQ/SHb2sGBCCWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/XE6qJ5VQ7do/S220/IMG_2794.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PRTFLGsx7aQ/SHbqJ5nb7cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mDaCVr3-iU0/s72-c/departed-dicaprio-int.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/sexytime.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4CRHw6fyp7ImA9WxdWFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715732951878560178.post-4788667705350241114</id><published>2008-07-08T11:58:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T12:26:05.217-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-08T12:26:05.217-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Loud" /><title>iTunes</title><content type="html">This is difficult...what music am I never going to get tired of? Can I cheat and not choose Chris Isaak because he's already on my island?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choice #1: Ryan Adams, Gold. I could listen to this album forever. It's just great ambiance music. I think Ryan Adams is an asshole, but he does make damn fine music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aKwUO998lQM/SHOgiyn1B0I/AAAAAAAAAi8/kURr5cfuCP8/s1600-h/heartbreaker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220692912617359170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aKwUO998lQM/SHOgiyn1B0I/AAAAAAAAAi8/kURr5cfuCP8/s320/heartbreaker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choice #2: Brian Setzer Orchestra, The Dirty Boogie. I need something upbeat and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aKwUO998lQM/SHOgerNlYKI/AAAAAAAAAi0/tZlqO5Ux63g/s1600-h/dirty+boogie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220692841908756642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aKwUO998lQM/SHOgerNlYKI/AAAAAAAAAi0/tZlqO5Ux63g/s320/dirty+boogie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choice #3: Most difficult choice - do I go with dance/pop music or rock? These days I feel like I tend to put on dance/pop music more often in the car to get me going and pep me up...but deep down my heart strings are tied to 80s hair band fake metal rock n' roll. So I choose Bon Jovi, Cross Roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aKwUO998lQM/SHOiM41hddI/AAAAAAAAAjE/cUkBmJq9yS8/s1600-h/bon+jovi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220694735351543250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aKwUO998lQM/SHOiM41hddI/AAAAAAAAAjE/cUkBmJq9yS8/s320/bon+jovi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I cheated. Chris is on my island and I will utilize his talent for more music...better yet, live music. Plus, NO WAY I could possibly choose just ONE Chris Isaak album to bring with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/715732951878560178-4788667705350241114?l=desertislandblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~4/DGH0cFydEPs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4788667705350241114/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715732951878560178&amp;postID=4788667705350241114&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/4788667705350241114?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/4788667705350241114?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~3/DGH0cFydEPs/itunes.html" title="iTunes" /><author><name>loud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwUO998lQM/SdVlTDXGpNI/AAAAAAAAA9M/e71AlxFuZ-I/S220/Hillary+4.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aKwUO998lQM/SHOgiyn1B0I/AAAAAAAAAi8/kURr5cfuCP8/s72-c/heartbreaker.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/itunes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AERHw4cSp7ImA9WxdWFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715732951878560178.post-8204523225524607161</id><published>2008-07-08T09:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T10:08:25.239-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-08T10:08:25.239-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Event" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lucia" /><title>I heart football</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;I didn't really have a tough time with this one... If I could only get one event sent to me to watch it would be the Superbowl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love football and it is one of the key reasons that I love fall. mmmm, chili, sweaters, raking and football. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grew up with my mother watching the Bears and yelling at the TV. You will find me now yelling at the Packers in my own living room. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jLji_vxuu7o/SHOCkMoZVkI/AAAAAAAAAtc/_aOR9Now3ec/s1600-h/packers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220659951430096450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jLji_vxuu7o/SHOCkMoZVkI/AAAAAAAAAtc/_aOR9Now3ec/s200/packers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the Packers lost last season to the Giants I wandered about all day Monday with my heart dented. It was so sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good news is that I love to watch all teams play football and the Superbowl is entertaining from beginning to end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/715732951878560178-8204523225524607161?l=desertislandblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~4/L9qUCICRmDw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8204523225524607161/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715732951878560178&amp;postID=8204523225524607161&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/8204523225524607161?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/8204523225524607161?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~3/L9qUCICRmDw/i-heart-football.html" title="I heart football" /><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684107212549980766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jLji_vxuu7o/SHOCkMoZVkI/AAAAAAAAAtc/_aOR9Now3ec/s72-c/packers.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-heart-football.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMMSH49eSp7ImA9WxdWEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715732951878560178.post-4482225094363439904</id><published>2008-07-03T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T12:51:29.061-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-03T12:51:29.061-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lucia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexytime" /><title>sexy time - or, how I never fucked anyone besides these three men for the rest of my life</title><content type="html">***addendum below***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WB and I have discussed the criteria for this topic in great detail. I started out on the same train of thought as Darcy:&lt;br /&gt;what other tasks can these men bring to my island? Who cares about the sex?&lt;br /&gt;But, then, I was converted to the camp of:&lt;br /&gt;This is important, these are the last three men I am ever going to sleep with.&lt;br /&gt;I also think there is a minimum expectation of sleeping with these men once per month. If they provide additional services, cool, but the primary expectation is sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Anthony Bourdain - a world class chef who has a show on the Travel Channel, No Reservations. Every time it comes on I get squishy inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189484927432566978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jLji_vxuu7o/SATBC-LcqMI/AAAAAAAAAqM/kwkOfVHGbsA/s320/Anthony+Bourdain.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Here is a video of him slamming TV chefs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VzG0PdiDJcI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VzG0PdiDJcI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can tell from his sarcasm and biting wit why we would get along. He would also be in charge of cooking on the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jLji_vxuu7o/SATCRuLcqNI/AAAAAAAAAqU/qWa6Zu7gWjc/s1600-h/Bear+Grylls.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Bear Grylls - the host of Man vs Wild. Was involved in some controversy &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jLji_vxuu7o/SATCRuLcqNI/AAAAAAAAAqU/qWa6Zu7gWjc/s1600-h/Bear+Grylls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189486280347265234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jLji_vxuu7o/SATCRuLcqNI/AAAAAAAAAqU/qWa6Zu7gWjc/s320/Bear+Grylls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;regarding whether he stayed in a Motel 6 during filming for one of the shows. The truth, whatever it is, doesn't take away from his sexyness or the fact that he was the youngest person to ever reach the summit of Everest.&lt;br /&gt;Bear will be in charge of boar defense and hunting on the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear that Bear will be a bit too intense for me all the time. I like intensity, just an equal amount of downtime. So, my number 3 is going to be someone a bit more laid back. I don't know who he is yet though. I need to think on it. &lt;br /&gt;Addendum- I finally picked number 3!!!&lt;br /&gt;here is what was going through my head while choosing - I like a sexy voice... I like good kissers... I am not against a good dancer... I want someone who will have some chill time with me... I don't like anyone that is too pretty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was watching SNL the other night and there he was - my third guy is Usher...&lt;br /&gt;yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honorable mentions:&lt;br /&gt;1) Rick - but everyone agreed that people we know in real life aren't allowed.&lt;br /&gt;2) LT of the Chargers - hard worker, nice guy, what a cutie - didn't make it because I don't want one of those ex-football cripples on my island, that sport is tough on their bodies&lt;br /&gt;3) Matt Lauer - mmmm. cute, intelligent and a good dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/715732951878560178-4482225094363439904?l=desertislandblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~4/gnv2jRK0cVc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4482225094363439904/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715732951878560178&amp;postID=4482225094363439904&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/4482225094363439904?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/4482225094363439904?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~3/gnv2jRK0cVc/sexy-time-or-how-i-never-fucked-anyone.html" title="sexy time - or, how I never fucked anyone besides these three men for the rest of my life" /><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684107212549980766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jLji_vxuu7o/SATBC-LcqMI/AAAAAAAAAqM/kwkOfVHGbsA/s72-c/Anthony+Bourdain.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/sexy-time-or-how-i-never-fucked-anyone.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIBQnw_eyp7ImA9WxdWEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715732951878560178.post-8689375119437906559</id><published>2008-07-03T11:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T12:35:53.243-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-03T12:35:53.243-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lucia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><title>Be boppin round the island...</title><content type="html">My choices for music were dictated by the following, in order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) albums that I wouldn't get sick of -they had to have stood the test of time already - no need to take a chance on some new CD that I am listening to a lot..&lt;br /&gt;2) the mood that they generate or soothe in me - I needed a variety as there will be good times and bad on the island.&lt;br /&gt;The choices:&lt;br /&gt;1) Tom Petty Wildflowers - this can be the default playlist. &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/d/d8/Tom_Petty_Wildflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/d/d8/Tom_Petty_Wildflowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c1/Sandm_99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c1/Sandm_99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the angry times. Why am I on this god-forsaken island?!? Why won't my sexytime men stop talking and build me a better hut? Metallica's S&amp;amp;M album.&lt;br /&gt;Special note: some people are angry at Metallica. I won't have to deal with those people on my island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/52/Carole_King_-_Tapestry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/52/Carole_King_-_Tapestry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all the other times - Carole King's Tapestry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Albums that almost made it and I would like to give a special shout out to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) Dixie Chicks -Taking the Long Way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) Mary Chapin Carpenter - Come On Come On&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c) Eagles - Greatest Hits I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d) Morphine - pretty much any CD although Cure For Pain and Like Swimming are probably the best choices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e) Pixies - Wave of Mutiliation (Greatest Hits)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;f) Prince - The Hits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;g) Garth Brooks - The Hits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;h) Bob Seger and Silver Bullet Band - Greatest Hits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think that Greatest Hits CDs are cheating at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/715732951878560178-8689375119437906559?l=desertislandblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~4/-qsDaPFm-zE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8689375119437906559/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715732951878560178&amp;postID=8689375119437906559&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/8689375119437906559?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/8689375119437906559?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~3/-qsDaPFm-zE/blog-post.html" title="Be boppin round the island..." /><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684107212549980766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8CQ3g4eCp7ImA9WxdXFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715732951878560178.post-8663163038856563828</id><published>2008-06-26T15:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:57:42.630-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-26T15:57:42.630-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Event" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tommy" /><title>Main Event...</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This took me quite a while. On one hand, I didn't want to qualify my choice. If I would have, my choice was going to be Game 7, World Series, Wrigley Field. Cubs win the World Series. Followed by me crying for about a week, in a drunken, elated stupor. But that's probably against the rules. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For someone who watches a lot of movies, and will actually be studying film for the next 2+ years, it may be odd that I refuse to watch the Oscars. I just don't care for them. They rarely nominate the best performances/films, and I couldn't care less about the fashion. Plus I absolutely hate Ryan Seacrest and Joan Rivers. There are also the MTV Movie/Video awards and the Grammys, but I haven't watched those in years, as they grew increasingly boring and became extended promotions for a new film starring Will Smith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That said, my choice is the....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The World Cup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anything that invites drunken hooliganism is my kind of party. I don't even watch soccer, and haven't played since grade school gym class. (Although Whitney, myself, his brother and a few others did watch the last final, and agreed to do a new shot for every goal. It ended 1-1, which was disappointing, but then we decided to extended the rule into penalty kicks. And that went to something like 9-8. It was a rough Sunday.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Plus you'd meet so many people, and catch a glimpse of many cultures, without having endure shitty bus-rides or food you're not sure is actually dead. In addition, I could pick a team (not the US), and learn their cheers, and befriend their hooligans, and maybe get adopted. I'd be the token American. How often does that happen?!Maybe Paraguay will have me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/715732951878560178-8663163038856563828?l=desertislandblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~4/SwLvhI3ljVw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8663163038856563828/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715732951878560178&amp;postID=8663163038856563828&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/8663163038856563828?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/8663163038856563828?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~3/SwLvhI3ljVw/main-event_26.html" title="Main Event..." /><author><name>Thomas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/main-event_26.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEBSX4-cSp7ImA9WxVaFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715732951878560178.post-7905620515458125869</id><published>2008-06-20T20:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:04:18.059-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-11T14:04:18.059-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wb" /><title>Please Don't Stop the Music.</title><content type="html">This has been my hardest category to date. By far the hardest category. So I'm going to talk about my difficulties a little bit before I make any choices. &lt;br /&gt;
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First of all, I can't really wrap my head around only hearing 3 things for the rest of my life. For some reason picking the only 3 spices I'm going to eat for the rest of my life, or the only 5 kinds of beer, or anything else we've decided on here were approachable problems. I could think about them, and then come to a conclusion. And usually feel really good about my decisions. Not with this music deal. I can't even think of a reasonable place to start. My only consolation is that Rihanna will be there to take requests.&lt;br /&gt;
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Secondly, it seems obvious that your best bet is to be choosing albums here. You want to be getting as many songs as possible right? Well, I don't really know my albums. I somehow managed to skip the entire CD age growing up continueing to use a walkman throughout high school. My collection of tapes was made up mainly of classical music copied from my parents record and CD collection, the muppets, and a random assortment of things taped off the radio. So by senior year when most of my friends had amassed huge CD collections that they schlepped around with them wherever they went, I had a pile of bootleg tapes that I keep in the Blue Minivan. Then I went to college in the fall of 1999 just as Napster broke onto the scene. Later, when Napster started falling apart, Rochester had the cif server. It was run by the Computer Interest Floor and was only accessible from an IP address of the subset of upstate NY/New England Universities that had been connected to each other via fiber optic cables. These were the glory days of file sharing, and I built my musical collection accordingly. Song by song.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lastly, there just seems to be so much more riding on this than our other categories.  I can say confidently that I will never tire of eating pepper on my island, or drinking Spotted Cow. But as much as I love it right now, I just don't feel comfortable claiming that 5 years down the road I'll still want to listen to 'Shut Up and Let Me Go' by The Ting Tings on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;
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OK, I feel better now. The Music:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/SFzJcDzty0I/AAAAAAAAAnE/_sr02pYJSZ0/s1600-h/418CE1JNGDL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214263952483928898" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/SFzJcDzty0I/AAAAAAAAAnE/_sr02pYJSZ0/s200/418CE1JNGDL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0 10px 10px 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Canciones de Mi Padre - Linda Ronstadt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That's right, Linda Ronstadt. Linda Ronstadt doing mariachi. This was the go-to album for parties at The Barnebey House between roughly 1987 and 2006. I grew up associating it with good times; it needs to be on my island. I will enjoy this over Negra Modelo's with Rihanna. In the later years of our life we will compose a set of songs inspired by this album.&lt;br /&gt;
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I may be running into the same trap as Joanna with her Bon Iver pick here. It's new, but I really feel like it's going to stand the test of time. It's country-ish with a good amount of twang and some rock influences thrown in for good measure.  I can't wait to listen to this while lying on the beach drinking Coors Lights. I assume that Gabrielle Reese will be into Hayes Carll although I'm not sure exactly why I feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;
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I debated my 3rd album for a long time. Finally accepting that on a desert island there would be no need to be hip and trendy with my music choices, I decided I needed something outright fun. And something that Heidi would get really excited about. Hello ABBA. And you can't deny that this album is just fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/715732951878560178-7905620515458125869?l=desertislandblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~4/71HzGZGxN4A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7905620515458125869/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715732951878560178&amp;postID=7905620515458125869&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/7905620515458125869?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/7905620515458125869?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~3/71HzGZGxN4A/please-dont-stop-music.html" title="Please Don't Stop the Music." /><author><name>wb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07639533495328672467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1359/1150320450_937043e9b4.jpg?v=0" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uecI2j9MDGY/SFzJcDzty0I/AAAAAAAAAnE/_sr02pYJSZ0/s72-c/418CE1JNGDL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/please-dont-stop-music.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cERHw_fip7ImA9WxdQGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715732951878560178.post-3592457748269150246</id><published>2008-06-19T23:39:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:03:25.246-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-20T13:03:25.246-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jobonga" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><title>Music</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_plDLLceSoi4/SFs6gTcCroI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uJKxkp27h40/s1600-h/hip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_plDLLceSoi4/SFs6gTcCroI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uJKxkp27h40/s400/hip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213825320259595906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Tragically Hip&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yer Favourites&lt;/span&gt;. I know, lame because it's a greatest hits album with 37 tracks, but most of the good stuff is in there (except my favorite live versions). I don't listen to The Hip very often anymore but I've seen them maybe ten times and when I need a fix, nothing else will do. I tried but I couldn't not bring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_plDLLceSoi4/SFs6rBolnGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/oelu0w5qQ2s/s1600-h/boniver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 82px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_plDLLceSoi4/SFs6rBolnGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/oelu0w5qQ2s/s400/boniver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213825504458939490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bon Iver&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For Emma, Forever Ago&lt;/span&gt;. Risky because I've only had this album for a few months but I can't seem to shake it. Appropriate because Justin Vernon supposedly wrote it while isolated in a snowy cabin in Northern Wisconsin. And so far I'm the only one here. I really need to nail down my sexy time picks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_plDLLceSoi4/SFs8rugIS2I/AAAAAAAAAJI/J_F6VYjH9NA/s1600-h/blood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_plDLLceSoi4/SFs8rugIS2I/AAAAAAAAAJI/J_F6VYjH9NA/s400/blood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213827715526314850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blood, Sweat &amp;amp; Tears&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And When I Die&lt;/span&gt;. Just this one song beat out Neil Diamond - His Twelve Greatest Hits. That's powerful. I have a thing for dramatic tempo swings. On my island, it's what we play when we push the sick and elderly down river in a canoe without provisions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.seeqpod.net/cache/seeqpodSlimlineEmbed.swf" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="domain=http://www.seeqpod.com&amp;playlistXMLPath=http://www.seeqpod.com/api/music/getPlaylist?playlist_id=6d65f957e6"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/715732951878560178-3592457748269150246?l=desertislandblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~4/TUvCSltZPgc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3592457748269150246/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715732951878560178&amp;postID=3592457748269150246&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/3592457748269150246?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/3592457748269150246?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~3/TUvCSltZPgc/music_19.html" title="Music" /><author><name>Jobonga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358373264212625260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_plDLLceSoi4/R_l_Dgdr41I/AAAAAAAAAH0/YJCU9tz4bQU/S220/aboutme.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_plDLLceSoi4/SFs6gTcCroI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uJKxkp27h40/s72-c/hip.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/music_19.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkENSHg7eSp7ImA9WxdQEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715732951878560178.post-5041618942712750588</id><published>2008-06-11T09:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:24:59.601-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-12T09:24:59.601-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="darcy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><title>Music</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kDINxOWTmbo/SE_nQn8hfVI/AAAAAAAAARw/CSE-jbBBRZQ/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kDINxOWTmbo/SE_nQn8hfVI/AAAAAAAAARw/CSE-jbBBRZQ/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210637566677712210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Dears: Gang of Losers&lt;br /&gt; The Dears are from Montreal and this album is fantastic. Their lead singer, Murray Lightburn, has an amazing voice. He is married to one of the band members, who has white hair. That makes her a little punk in my eyes, which is awesome. I have yet to see them in concert, but they are on my list. My favorites are track 2: Ticket to Immortality and  track 10: Ballad of Human Kindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sufjan Stevens: Come on Feel the Illinoise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kDINxOWTmbo/SE_odpQX1oI/AAAAAAAAAR4/iG0-qpnTDEg/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 165px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kDINxOWTmbo/SE_odpQX1oI/AAAAAAAAAR4/iG0-qpnTDEg/s400/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210638889879328386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently learned that his name is pronounced even more strangely than I could have imagined. He has quite ambitious project, which is making albums for every state. At this point he only has two, but both are quite good.  His brother, Marzuki, is a pretty good marathon runner. I love the instrumentals in this album and his song about John Wayne Gacy. I could listen to it at any time. It is good for the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kings of Convenience: Riot on an Empty Street&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kDINxOWTmbo/SFExEor6-SI/AAAAAAAAASA/_0WsBoWFDts/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 175px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kDINxOWTmbo/SFExEor6-SI/AAAAAAAAASA/_0WsBoWFDts/s400/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211000199555250466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are from Norway. They are chill. Their albums are chill. I have them all. My favorite song on this album is: Love is No Big Truth. It is great to drive or study to, but I think it would also be good music to make coconut bras to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/715732951878560178-5041618942712750588?l=desertislandblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~4/tDbNqnWmXu0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5041618942712750588/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715732951878560178&amp;postID=5041618942712750588&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/5041618942712750588?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/5041618942712750588?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~3/tDbNqnWmXu0/music.html" title="Music" /><author><name>DarcyM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01347227349719930565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kDINxOWTmbo/RzMcf0z6N4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/uLe_5w6c7IU/s320/Photo+34.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kDINxOWTmbo/SE_nQn8hfVI/AAAAAAAAARw/CSE-jbBBRZQ/s72-c/Picture+2.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/music.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QEQHg4cCp7ImA9WxdQEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715732951878560178.post-7984169162268783704</id><published>2008-06-10T22:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:35:01.638-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-10T22:35:01.638-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Event" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Loud" /><title>The Main Event</title><content type="html">On your island, you get to know the outcome(s) and see coverage of one event (they'll mail you the DVD via Netflix).  You can have all the pre-event coverage, event coverage, and post-event coverage.  This does not mean that you get to watch the entire Football season if you choose the Superbowl - but it does mean that you get all the pregame coverage and analysis and post game celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to choose an event that's not annual - up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose the Oscars, including the red carpet.  I considered the Golden Globes so I could know what's funny on TV, but the show itself is not nearly as entertaining.  The Oscars are - plus, all the up-and-comings are there presenting awards.  Mostly, I just love the gowns and the snotty comments from those who could never pull them off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/715732951878560178-7984169162268783704?l=desertislandblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~4/O2kS5uMuVsU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7984169162268783704/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715732951878560178&amp;postID=7984169162268783704&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/7984169162268783704?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715732951878560178/posts/default/7984169162268783704?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDesertIslandBlog/~3/O2kS5uMuVsU/main-event.html" title="The Main Event" /><author><name>loud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwUO998lQM/SdVlTDXGpNI/AAAAAAAAA9M/e71AlxFuZ-I/S220/Hillary+4.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desertislandblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/main-event.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUFRXs8fip7ImA9WxdQEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715732951878560178.post-6745519379340485165</id><published>2008-06-09T20:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:43:34.576-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-09T20:43:34.576-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Papa Bear" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><title>My Jams</title><content type="html">1: Silent Steeples, by Dispatch.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a72uif5ifKM/SE3ahCrS8hI/AAAAAAAAABg/_v6U-71Nlns/s1600-h/Steeples.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a72uif5ifKM/SE3ahCrS8hI/AAAAAAAAABg/_v6U-71Nlns/s320/Steeples.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210060605126537746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(With the version of 'Questioned Apocalypse' from disc 2 of their 'Gut the Van' album substituted for the one on this album.)&lt;br /&gt;Dispatch is probably my favorite band of all time. This album has been in regular rotation since it came out in 2000. I listened to this album through Australia and most of Europe. Every song reminds me of at least one person important in my life in one way or another. It has some quicker songs (Flying Horses, Questioned Apocalypse) some instrumental (Season; Movement 3, Walk With You) and some live (Elias, Other Side, Craze). Songs that are great to belt out with feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: As the Eternal Cowboy, by Against Me!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a72uif5ifKM/SE3aht18HmI/AAAAAAAAABo/9tnsdX2CGa0/s1600-h/Cowboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a72uif5ifKM/SE3aht18HmI/AAAAAAAAABo/9tnsdX2CGa0/s320/Cowboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210060616713903714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.S.R. (This Shit Rules) is one of the greatest first songs in the history of time. So much so that I believe it is the ringtone that plays when I call Sugar Bear. I don't think I need to talk this one up as I'm sure anybody that has ever met Tommy has probably heard it all already. I would also be able to trade this album back and forth with Tommy for his Bright Eyes album which very likely would have been in my top three had in not made his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Live and Direct: Acoustic Roots, by Slightly Stoopid&lt;br /&gt;This is my go-to snowboarding music. It perfectly compliments being in nature. Slightly Stoopid usually plays harder electric guitar type music but for this album they unplugged the axes and sing quasi-rasta music. I find it very soothing; it would most definitely be the background music for hammock naps and sunset walks with my sexy time three. It also contains island appropriate lyrics such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But when the sun is shining &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But when the weather is sweet &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You've got to get up off the floor &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And move your dancin' feet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a72uif5ifKM/SE3ag9P1oEI/AAAAAAAAABY/PcXcfQGsa48/s1600-h/rome+n%27+pisa+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 152px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a72uif5ifKM/SE3ag9P1oEI/AAAAAAAAABY/PcXcfQGsa48/s320/rome+n%27+pisa+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210060603669192770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The icing on the cake is their acoustic cover of Guns ‘N Roses 'I Used to Love Her'. As this photo indicates, I was pretty upset when this disc didn’t make the journey from Dubai to Rome unscathed. 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