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To download, click the titles below.Reading 1: Chapter 1 Film as an Art, How to Read a Film; James Monaco (22-65 p)Reading 2: Mortality of the Image; Bill ViolaSTRONGLY RECOMMENDED READINGThe following books and articles are highly encouraged.On &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~4/KYXLCNSYPVQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/feeds/9157958347682699946/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2010/08/film-reading-list.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/9157958347682699946?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/9157958347682699946?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~3/KYXLCNSYPVQ/film-reading-list.html" title="Film Reading List" /><author><name>Blue Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SU_VoNSJlII/AAAAAAAAAMY/B35fjzGbK-w/S220/Webcam+photo8n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2010/08/film-reading-list.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4FR3w_eyp7ImA9WxFVF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412340085024844923.post-1434298657171191808</id><published>2010-06-16T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T19:48:36.243-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-16T19:48:36.243-07:00</app:edited><title>He Trusts Me</title><summary type="html">My mind is selfish, numbingly narrow in perspective and without thought of consequence at the moments when they are so very important to be giving.My little brother threw the key to the back shed into the air and it landed on the roof.Granted, he does things like this all the time but I haven't been around him for a while since I've been in Seattle. I was sifting through my belongings, throwing &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~4/wUa6F6d1onw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/feeds/1434298657171191808/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2010/06/he-trusts-me.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/1434298657171191808?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/1434298657171191808?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~3/wUa6F6d1onw/he-trusts-me.html" title="He Trusts Me" /><author><name>Blue Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SU_VoNSJlII/AAAAAAAAAMY/B35fjzGbK-w/S220/Webcam+photo8n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2010/06/he-trusts-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEBSXgzeyp7ImA9WxFSFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412340085024844923.post-6601094622313855725</id><published>2010-04-16T02:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T15:50:58.683-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-17T15:50:58.683-07:00</app:edited><title>Silent Things</title><summary type="html">Today is Day of Silence, a national event every year where people take a vow of silence for the day to recognize and bring attention to the harassment, bullying, and name calling of LGBT people.In my silence I thought about things having to do with the word "silent!"Rachel Carson had a big impact on me as a kid and so did Captain Planet!The games are scarier supposedly.The movie was great!There's&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~4/Nd44VsxQ0ns" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/feeds/6601094622313855725/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2010/04/silent-things.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/6601094622313855725?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/6601094622313855725?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~3/Nd44VsxQ0ns/silent-things.html" title="Silent Things" /><author><name>Blue Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SU_VoNSJlII/AAAAAAAAAMY/B35fjzGbK-w/S220/Webcam+photo8n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/S8gy8o3RrLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/yMCN7J4Bdb4/s72-c/day-of-silence.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2010/04/silent-things.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8GR3w9fSp7ImA9WxFTFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412340085024844923.post-8606810141410399653</id><published>2010-04-06T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T00:53:46.265-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-07T00:53:46.265-07:00</app:edited><title>Passenger Side: Landscapes of Eastern Washington</title><summary type="html">Eastern Washington was the bucolic remedy I needed to cure me of my creative block.It's a fine place for future photo shoots. I will return once I have the proper equipment in August.During the ride toward Idaho, I was constantly thinking about what directions my life could take. Passing by the landscapes of Washington state, I had swirling images of living a peaceful life in solitude to write.I &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~4/khb4HBIVCbQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/feeds/8606810141410399653/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2010/04/passenger-side-landscapes-of-eastern.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/8606810141410399653?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/8606810141410399653?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~3/khb4HBIVCbQ/passenger-side-landscapes-of-eastern.html" title="Passenger Side: Landscapes of Eastern Washington" /><author><name>Blue Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SU_VoNSJlII/AAAAAAAAAMY/B35fjzGbK-w/S220/Webcam+photo8n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4488940841_9d804be326_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2010/04/passenger-side-landscapes-of-eastern.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ICQnk_eip7ImA9WxBQGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412340085024844923.post-5503372702926095281</id><published>2010-01-03T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:59:23.742-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-17T23:59:23.742-08:00</app:edited><title>January 18th</title><summary type="html">ENFP, Capricorn, Snake, Moose, Raccoon, SlinkyMar-Dog, Bill Gates, Mar-Mar, Mafa, Mario Party, Mars, Mari-O!, Harry PotterOn January 18th stuff occurred; shit went down.Cary Grant, Winnie the Pooh and Barbed Wire James Cook in Hawaii, Montesqueiu, and Lima, PeruI've always been anxious about it, my birthday.I was born on MLK day so every year around this time, it was a holiday.You could say that &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~4/k8LWGc0pa9Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/feeds/5503372702926095281/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-18th.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/5503372702926095281?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/5503372702926095281?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~3/k8LWGc0pa9Y/january-18th.html" title="January 18th" /><author><name>Blue Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SU_VoNSJlII/AAAAAAAAAMY/B35fjzGbK-w/S220/Webcam+photo8n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/S0ZL8PSQFCI/AAAAAAAAAVc/aMus0vjnMQM/s72-c/cover_2009.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-18th.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8HR309eSp7ImA9WxBRFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412340085024844923.post-7142858117316501704</id><published>2010-01-01T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T06:27:16.361-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-03T06:27:16.361-08:00</app:edited><title>Seattle Fashion Capital?</title><summary type="html">It isn't necessary to have Seattle become another fashion capital a lot like it isn't necessary to have sports entertainment a part of the city. From region to region, fashion by its own locomotive powers moves increasingly far in its own distinctive style and flavors. Los Angeles, Florida, Chicago, and New York are marked with a distinguishing taste, and conjure for the well adjusted/informed &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~4/K4SqJmBoD6M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/feeds/7142858117316501704/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2010/01/seattle-fashion-capital.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/7142858117316501704?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/7142858117316501704?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~3/K4SqJmBoD6M/seattle-fashion-capital.html" title="Seattle Fashion Capital?" /><author><name>Blue Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SU_VoNSJlII/AAAAAAAAAMY/B35fjzGbK-w/S220/Webcam+photo8n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/Sz7sY3yKsUI/AAAAAAAAAUw/DyEUGdFcu_E/s72-c/2488752866_48b12a3a0b_b.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2010/01/seattle-fashion-capital.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUGQHs_eyp7ImA9WxBREUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412340085024844923.post-5981458451551513889</id><published>2009-12-29T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:37:01.543-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-29T19:37:01.543-08:00</app:edited><title>Artwork at the Corporate Level-Lessons</title><summary type="html">Creativity Gets You Places (Check out more pics like the above here)So today I was signed on as an intern for SOaP's (The folks who do Seattle's Pride Parade) PR &amp;amp; Social Networking branch. (Yay! I got into an internship!) The main thing I'm hoping to learn from being involved with Seattle Out and Proud is how to better network SOaP with other organizations and make good on those relations. I &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~4/j8InBrMJGBs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/feeds/5981458451551513889/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/12/artwork-at-corporate-level-lessons.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/5981458451551513889?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/5981458451551513889?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~3/j8InBrMJGBs/artwork-at-corporate-level-lessons.html" title="Artwork at the Corporate Level-Lessons" /><author><name>Blue Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SU_VoNSJlII/AAAAAAAAAMY/B35fjzGbK-w/S220/Webcam+photo8n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/12/artwork-at-corporate-level-lessons.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8EQ3o4eip7ImA9WxBSGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412340085024844923.post-4895744469237779635</id><published>2009-12-26T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T05:40:02.432-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-26T05:40:02.432-08:00</app:edited><title>Small Talk-After a Movie</title><summary type="html">The Princess and the FrogThe landscapes are changing and we are shaped along with it.We were sitting down on a black bench waiting for the rest of the family to return to us.It was actually the first time in a long time that it was just us two together, with nothing to do but wait.I was looking down at my Skittles and thinking how out of a million moments you can tie memories to something like a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~4/XEzUByb5DdY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/feeds/4895744469237779635/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/12/small-talk-after-movie.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/4895744469237779635?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/4895744469237779635?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~3/XEzUByb5DdY/small-talk-after-movie.html" title="Small Talk-After a Movie" /><author><name>Blue Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SU_VoNSJlII/AAAAAAAAAMY/B35fjzGbK-w/S220/Webcam+photo8n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/12/small-talk-after-movie.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIFQ307fSp7ImA9WxBTGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412340085024844923.post-4896018731409728368</id><published>2009-12-16T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T02:48:32.305-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-16T02:48:32.305-08:00</app:edited><title>A Single Man</title><summary type="html">My heart beat so hard when I was near him, I feared he could hear my secret longing for him.  ~Destiny VaestusI can't help but feel that my life as a single person is guided in quality toward the bonds that would lead to a relationship with someone or many someones. I watch all of my friends or even strangers who are in relationships and when I see them with the person they love, I can't help but&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~4/wcwYlNeDbpo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/feeds/4896018731409728368/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/12/single-man.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/4896018731409728368?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/4896018731409728368?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~3/wcwYlNeDbpo/single-man.html" title="A Single Man" /><author><name>Blue Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SU_VoNSJlII/AAAAAAAAAMY/B35fjzGbK-w/S220/Webcam+photo8n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SJMASjBFyyI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ra_dvsZKds8/s72-c/Furioso_deluge2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/12/single-man.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEICRXs8eip7ImA9WxBTF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412340085024844923.post-530247769794218582</id><published>2009-12-13T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:02:44.572-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-13T17:02:44.572-08:00</app:edited><title>What I learned from Courage the Cowardly Dog</title><summary type="html">Somewhere in the middle of Nowhere, Kansas lives a diminutive, shy, seemingly weak, and cowardly canine named Courage. He isn't the conventional cartoon hero who seeks out adventure, takes charge, and conquers villains. Rather, Courage finds himself time and time again having trouble come to him, his will and determination tested to seemingly insermountable heights. From evil Wheremole's, to a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~4/hvBhhOAs-MQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/feeds/530247769794218582/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-i-learned-from-courage-cowardly.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/530247769794218582?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/530247769794218582?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~3/hvBhhOAs-MQ/what-i-learned-from-courage-cowardly.html" title="What I learned from Courage the Cowardly Dog" /><author><name>Blue Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SU_VoNSJlII/AAAAAAAAAMY/B35fjzGbK-w/S220/Webcam+photo8n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SyWI8dEfieI/AAAAAAAAAUA/GOlyg3IHoro/s72-c/courage-the-cowardly-dog1246456862.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-i-learned-from-courage-cowardly.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cNSX07eSp7ImA9WxNaFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412340085024844923.post-6327819758859456478</id><published>2009-11-28T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:24:58.301-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-28T19:24:58.301-08:00</app:edited><title>Facebook Status Collection</title><summary type="html">A Quarter of Writing:&amp;lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&amp;gt;        August 19th I remember people who were killed before my eyes. My brother being shot at. Racists who spat at me. Church kids who called me fag. Losing my memory, fainting all the time. Homeless. Being overweight. Being beat up all the time. When you say you don't deserve to live, it pisses me off. I've got so much hope in you. I gave&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~4/z0_sTk1CmAo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/feeds/6327819758859456478/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/11/status-collection.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/6327819758859456478?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/6327819758859456478?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~3/z0_sTk1CmAo/status-collection.html" title="Facebook Status Collection" /><author><name>Blue Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SU_VoNSJlII/AAAAAAAAAMY/B35fjzGbK-w/S220/Webcam+photo8n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/11/status-collection.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQEQX4_eyp7ImA9WxNUGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412340085024844923.post-4408180062020381414</id><published>2009-11-09T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T02:51:40.043-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-10T02:51:40.043-08:00</app:edited><title>Susurrus, Andromeda</title><summary type="html">SusurrusIf it benefits the otherI can wait it outFor something that seeks a southern traceThat finds its way to meAlmost a compassAlmost a natural monument...This walk......Whirls...Whores...Rudders...Pasty... Gorilla...Yes...Lit with charismaGuiding me to itTrusting in this pullYou see it jut out of the horizonIts rockiness and greenAn honesty of semblanceDeliverance...Sickle......Fryers...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~4/bFh_QeLD7lM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/feeds/4408180062020381414/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/11/susurrus-andromeda.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/4408180062020381414?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/4408180062020381414?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~3/bFh_QeLD7lM/susurrus-andromeda.html" title="Susurrus, Andromeda" /><author><name>Blue Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SU_VoNSJlII/AAAAAAAAAMY/B35fjzGbK-w/S220/Webcam+photo8n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/11/susurrus-andromeda.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8DR3k-cCp7ImA9WxNUF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412340085024844923.post-8840891299462786510</id><published>2009-11-08T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:01:16.758-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-08T21:01:16.758-08:00</app:edited><title>My Giant</title><summary type="html">You don't know how giant you are to me;When you step into the hallway you smother meYour presence literally takes my breath awayAs I try to find some pocket of airIn which to make my lungs recover.It's unfair how our anatomyCould make our love seem inferiorWhen beyond all doubtI know that when I kiss your giant lipsYou won't eat meInstead, the truest sense of the wordI receive from your breathA &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~4/WPbRG4B_gaI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/feeds/8840891299462786510/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-giant.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/8840891299462786510?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/8840891299462786510?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~3/WPbRG4B_gaI/my-giant.html" title="My Giant" /><author><name>Blue Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SU_VoNSJlII/AAAAAAAAAMY/B35fjzGbK-w/S220/Webcam+photo8n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-giant.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EBSHgzfip7ImA9WxNUF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412340085024844923.post-875467269113820480</id><published>2009-11-05T07:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:40:59.686-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-08T20:40:59.686-08:00</app:edited><title>Mario's Thoughts On Today, A Song, &amp; Spoken Wordings</title><summary type="html">Spoken:What am I to believe, when I am yoked, awareness in one bucket, and grief in the other.Blind trudging.Spoken:Try to woo me.The sun cascades.Fiberglass shapes into hope.You begin to pull the weight from me.Tickles and prickles, this wet form and mass, so premature, when I hold it, I blanch.I don't feel a lot of good, but it does feel a lot familiar.Song:Amour At Home I won't make believe &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~4/vP4MgV9ZBD0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/feeds/875467269113820480/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/11/marios-thoughts-on-today-song-spoken.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/875467269113820480?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/875467269113820480?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~3/vP4MgV9ZBD0/marios-thoughts-on-today-song-spoken.html" title="Mario's Thoughts On Today, A Song, &amp; Spoken Wordings" /><author><name>Blue Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SU_VoNSJlII/AAAAAAAAAMY/B35fjzGbK-w/S220/Webcam+photo8n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/11/marios-thoughts-on-today-song-spoken.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIFQ3g9cSp7ImA9WxNUF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412340085024844923.post-3160296905325377878</id><published>2009-11-02T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:55:12.669-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-08T20:55:12.669-08:00</app:edited><title>What Mario Thought Today: Deeper Internal Dialogue</title><summary type="html">#2: Thoughts Written November 3rdMy new form of calm and collection came to me through a Yo-yo. Walking the dog is helping me to make sense of my life. If only you could yo-yo without attracting attention. Bliss.Flavor Twists Honey BBQ Fritos: I feel like I'm cheating the system because of my 'secret' knowledge that the twist shape makes more room for more chips. More for me.The Last of the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~4/lMTo-fno_ig" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/feeds/3160296905325377878/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-mario-thought-today-deeper_02.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/3160296905325377878?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/3160296905325377878?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~3/lMTo-fno_ig/what-mario-thought-today-deeper_02.html" title="What Mario Thought Today: Deeper Internal Dialogue" /><author><name>Blue Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SU_VoNSJlII/AAAAAAAAAMY/B35fjzGbK-w/S220/Webcam+photo8n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-mario-thought-today-deeper_02.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUADQHg8eSp7ImA9WxNUEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412340085024844923.post-1954275211332250547</id><published>2009-11-02T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T06:56:11.671-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-02T06:56:11.671-08:00</app:edited><title>What Mario Thought Today: Deeper Internal Dialogue</title><summary type="html">#1: Thoughts Written November 2ndThe font size used to write these thoughts was listed as Normal, but the person writing it is far from it.I want to have the ability to yawn and make everybody who is in my vicinity fall asleep.Why didn't I dress up as Muk this Halloween?Running through the streets with Anastasia and Shawn felt like the part in Where the Wild Things Are where the Wild Things run &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~4/M2MSBocUxTM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/feeds/1954275211332250547/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-mario-thought-today-deeper.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/1954275211332250547?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/1954275211332250547?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~3/M2MSBocUxTM/what-mario-thought-today-deeper.html" title="What Mario Thought Today: Deeper Internal Dialogue" /><author><name>Blue Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SU_VoNSJlII/AAAAAAAAAMY/B35fjzGbK-w/S220/Webcam+photo8n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-mario-thought-today-deeper.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4EQ3o-cCp7ImA9WxNVF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412340085024844923.post-1057233753367615885</id><published>2009-10-27T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:55:02.458-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-27T23:55:02.458-07:00</app:edited><title>LGBT Campus Organizing</title><summary type="html">I'm learning more and more about how to facilitate good health with the group I am involved with.This is what I fear:"Telephone interviews and campusvisits with lgbt students, faculty and stafffrom dozens of institutions across thecountry revealed a consistently low levelof functioning on the part of most lgbtcampus organizations. This researchrevealed that student groups in particularwere rarely&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~4/u9JEcul1kns" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/feeds/1057233753367615885/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/10/lgbt-campus-organizing.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/1057233753367615885?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/1057233753367615885?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~3/u9JEcul1kns/lgbt-campus-organizing.html" title="LGBT Campus Organizing" /><author><name>Blue Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SU_VoNSJlII/AAAAAAAAAMY/B35fjzGbK-w/S220/Webcam+photo8n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/10/lgbt-campus-organizing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UDR3kzfSp7ImA9WxNWFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412340085024844923.post-4601192716156853119</id><published>2009-10-16T02:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T03:34:36.785-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-16T03:34:36.785-07:00</app:edited><title>Trust</title><summary type="html">Broken TrustUp late and all I can think of are these words:I trusted you.How could you?&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~4/gPx0vJ-X_wg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/feeds/4601192716156853119/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/10/trust.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/4601192716156853119?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/4601192716156853119?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~3/gPx0vJ-X_wg/trust.html" title="Trust" /><author><name>Blue Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SU_VoNSJlII/AAAAAAAAAMY/B35fjzGbK-w/S220/Webcam+photo8n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/10/trust.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MGRns_eSp7ImA9WxNWFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412340085024844923.post-5055220105006328374</id><published>2009-10-14T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:43:47.541-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-14T12:43:47.541-07:00</app:edited><title>In Touch</title><summary type="html">I am at my 2nd year in college at the University of Washington.Looking at what I wrote in my application essays, I asked myself if I was completing my goals.I answer: Yes but more.The Question:The University of Washington seeks to create a community of students richly diverse in cultural backgrounds, experiences, and viewpoints. How would you contribute to this community?    Samoans uphold &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~4/oYnO1PAFhEI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/feeds/5055220105006328374/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-touch.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/5055220105006328374?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/5055220105006328374?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~3/oYnO1PAFhEI/in-touch.html" title="In Touch" /><author><name>Blue Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SU_VoNSJlII/AAAAAAAAAMY/B35fjzGbK-w/S220/Webcam+photo8n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-touch.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04GR3o9fCp7ImA9WxNWEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412340085024844923.post-948259940994703592</id><published>2009-10-09T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T03:58:46.464-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-09T03:58:46.464-07:00</app:edited><title>Powered by Passion</title><summary type="html">I'm awake.And all I can think of is this terribly busy weekend.I'm hoping Friday will be visually stunning; my friends will turn out, signs will be made, and everyone is enjoying the day being together and doing the work that is necessary for equality.It can't be helped that I haven't written in my blog.I have been busy, lazy, unfortunately latent in my thinking, as well as forgetful.I have a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~4/E7TTxy5My_Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/feeds/948259940994703592/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/10/powered-by-passion.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/948259940994703592?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/948259940994703592?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~3/E7TTxy5My_Q/powered-by-passion.html" title="Powered by Passion" /><author><name>Blue Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SU_VoNSJlII/AAAAAAAAAMY/B35fjzGbK-w/S220/Webcam+photo8n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/10/powered-by-passion.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8HR3gzfyp7ImA9WxJbEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412340085024844923.post-2474493202372152938</id><published>2009-07-19T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:47:16.687-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-19T17:47:16.687-07:00</app:edited><title>Interactions: Fashion Design &amp; Anime</title><summary type="html">Research is vital. It is of the essence for the scholar, the artist, the builder, the cook, the servant, etc, as equal parts to the entire breadth of success for human beings which is as much about learning from the past as is the inspiration for innovation. This is why we have color television, bread, beer, Ipods, PCs, and zippers.We take what we have experienced, gather information important to&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~4/TcknXJXYg9w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/feeds/2474493202372152938/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/07/interactions-fashion-design-anime.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/2474493202372152938?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/2474493202372152938?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~3/TcknXJXYg9w/interactions-fashion-design-anime.html" title="Interactions: Fashion Design &amp; Anime" /><author><name>Blue Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SU_VoNSJlII/AAAAAAAAAMY/B35fjzGbK-w/S220/Webcam+photo8n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SmO6arTDS0I/AAAAAAAAASk/qqhhnChfZ-w/s72-c/gankutsuou_the_count_of_m_164_1280.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/07/interactions-fashion-design-anime.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4CRXk7fyp7ImA9WxJUFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412340085024844923.post-9029348968341392378</id><published>2009-07-14T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T01:42:44.707-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-14T01:42:44.707-07:00</app:edited><title>Book Review: Fashon Brands by Mark Tungate</title><summary type="html">When I'm not working in my office at UW or for Abercrombie and Fitch, there is a sweet spot of literary bliss that I am loftily perched on in Pacific Place's Barnes and Nobles. Next to the rising escalator are two wooden chairs that if you look within a certain leisurely time frame, you will find me comfortably seated.A book and fashion lover that I am, it was a fateful day when I sat in my &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~4/-B37053vSNA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/feeds/9029348968341392378/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/07/book-review-fashon-brands-by-mark.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/9029348968341392378?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/9029348968341392378?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~3/-B37053vSNA/book-review-fashon-brands-by-mark.html" title="Book Review: Fashon Brands by Mark Tungate" /><author><name>Blue Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SU_VoNSJlII/AAAAAAAAAMY/B35fjzGbK-w/S220/Webcam+photo8n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SlxD9jDEXLI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kAL0qkS9TcI/s72-c/large.snazal.com.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/07/book-review-fashon-brands-by-mark.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MBSHg4eSp7ImA9WxJREUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412340085024844923.post-3307372832887098750</id><published>2009-05-12T00:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:04:19.631-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-12T11:04:19.631-07:00</app:edited><title>Open Happiness</title><summary type="html">I got wind of this song and I got hooked!Cee-Lo Green, Brendon Urie (Panic at the Disco), Patrick Stump (Fall Out Boy), Janelle Monae, and Tracis McCoy (Gym Class Heroes) make Open Happiness so awesome!I can't believe that most of my favorite artists were able to get together! It makes me so very happy!I haven't been consistent at all with anything these past few weeks but I will say that my &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~4/hcyae5vSbhI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/feeds/3307372832887098750/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/05/open-happiness.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/3307372832887098750?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/3307372832887098750?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~3/hcyae5vSbhI/open-happiness.html" title="Open Happiness" /><author><name>Blue Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SU_VoNSJlII/AAAAAAAAAMY/B35fjzGbK-w/S220/Webcam+photo8n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SgkfQJNtAyI/AAAAAAAAANs/zXnW15W5m3Q/s72-c/Open+Happiness.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/05/open-happiness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4HQHg8eyp7ImA9WxJSFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412340085024844923.post-1368544078535778697</id><published>2009-05-05T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:25:31.673-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-05T11:25:31.673-07:00</app:edited><title>Wilt</title><summary type="html">Oliver said I reminded him a lot of the imaginary friend Wilt from the show Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends.Wow; now that I think about it, we're so much alike!Wilt's Traits:Wilt prides himself on finding abandoned imaginary friends, making him a "helper friend," and is kind-hearted to a fault, sometimes apologizing a lot even with it is unnecessary; he just can't say "no", especially when &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~4/c3xngUEJnv8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/feeds/1368544078535778697/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/05/wilt.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/1368544078535778697?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3412340085024844923/posts/default/1368544078535778697?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThingsISayAfterThinking/~3/c3xngUEJnv8/wilt.html" title="Wilt" /><author><name>Blue Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SU_VoNSJlII/AAAAAAAAAMY/B35fjzGbK-w/S220/Webcam+photo8n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YeOiygI2H14/SgCDO9vLM7I/AAAAAAAAANk/7PjFKkfsXLI/s72-c/258px-Wilt.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dabbledeeply.blogspot.com/2009/05/wilt.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

