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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;DEEDRHo7cSp7ImA9WhRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652423207585946840</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:31:15.409-06:00</updated><category term="yahoo" /><category term="websites" /><category term="work" /><category term="languages" /><category term="google" /><category term="AmeriCorps VISTA" /><category term="internet" /><category term="MLIA" /><title>wanderlust of the mind</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://khj35.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://khj35.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>e*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09363839248162367770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKfiS5h5BLw/S03xg2wDQcI/AAAAAAAAABo/q8j7z7Wscno/S220/sarahmask.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</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/WanderlustOfTheMind" /><feedburner:info uri="wanderlustofthemind" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04MRXs6eCp7ImA9WhdWFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6652423207585946840.post-1220888793048813354</id><published>2011-09-09T12:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T12:39:44.510-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-09T12:39:44.510-05:00</app:edited><title>I'M BAAAAAAAAAAACK!</title><content type="html">i haven't been updating my blog, but it's not from lack of ideas...i've actually had a couple posts in mind; i just haven't had time to write them. however, with our new payroll person (she actually stuck around for more than 2 days, AND she got attendance down in a day and a half, instead of 3 weeks! yayyyy!) picking up some of the slack, i may be able to have more free time and actually get off work at a decent time, which means that i may be able to write my new posts soon :)&lt;br /&gt;
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(i think she means you have to swallow it vertically, not horizontally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;d:&lt;/span&gt; what about a submarine? you can't swallow like submarine? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;m:&lt;/span&gt; -_-;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's only amusing to me, but i promise imagining my mom saying this in english with her korean accent will make is 287497414x better, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling so out of it today (i think i'm getting sick) and can't think of a good way to wrap up this post, so i'm out...byeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652423207585946840-3870800980318204248?l=khj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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how does she NOT know??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case in point (or point in case): my sister and i were trying to bake a cake for her friend andrew's birthday. well...by "my sister and i," i mean my sister did most of the work and i cracked 1 egg and crushed some oreos (hey, it takes skill to crush oreos that finely, ok?). and by "bake," i mean we bought cake mix from walmart at 11 pm, but i digress. anyway, we were almost done with decorating the cake so my sister was trying to look for her cake container/carrier thingy. however, when she went to where she THOUGHT it would be, lo and behold, my squirrel mother had meticulously hidden it away. we spent about half an hour looking for that thing, because it wasn't as if we could wake up our mom and ask her where she'd cleaned (hidden) it, and even if we could have, she would've just told us that she didn't know -_-;;&lt;br /&gt;finally, after about 30 minutes, skimchi found it hidden away in the WAYYY back of one of the cabinets; i tell you, my mother is GOOD at hiding things. if you ever need to hide criminal evidence/treasure, my mother is the go-to woman (j/k, but not really, haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this week, my dad is a chipmunk. he, at the tender age of 50 (soon-to-be-51, in sept.) got his wisdom teeth removed on monday, and the swelling still hasn't gone away. he got a cool looking ice pack thingy from the dentist that wraps around his face like so:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKfiS5h5BLw/THcDp6WSXkI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qRv7ax4RQN8/s1600/dadpaint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKfiS5h5BLw/THcDp6WSXkI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qRv7ax4RQN8/s400/dadpaint.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509876687683345986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;i seriously think i should have just gone to art school, like i wanted to do back in high school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been a good daughter and trying to lift his spirits by telling him he looks like a chipmunk. or better yet, like a pokemon:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKfiS5h5BLw/THcSUuKqDII/AAAAAAAAAEU/Kivir5VL-nM/s1600/snubbull"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKfiS5h5BLw/THcSUuKqDII/AAAAAAAAAEU/Kivir5VL-nM/s400/snubbull" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509892816310504578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;actually, my mom looks kind of like this too...skimchi says it's our mom saying "야!" ("ya")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;finally, this gem came from a most unexpected source: ian/ina/isabel. he basically equated me to a taco in our facebook chat today (this is not verbatim, but this is how i remember it):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i: you weren't on gchat!&lt;br /&gt;i: i wanted to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;i: so i was upset&lt;br /&gt;e*: oh, sorry...i wasn't logged into my gmail&lt;br /&gt;i: but then i had a taco for lunch and everything was okay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how you interpret this, but i take it to mean that my worth (to ian, anyway) is equal to that of a taco. i mean, look: no e*--&gt;upset--&gt;taco--&gt;happy. in other words, his disappointment at not being able to talk to me on gchat was not just mitigated (which would have been bad enough), but completely reversed and replaced with happiness from a taco. that better have been a dang good taco, ian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my dad is asking me why it's taking an hour to make a simple flier, so i must go...until my next post, adieu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;**UPDATE**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i stand corrected. ina has just i.med me on fb to tell me this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i: you need to correct that equation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;e*: how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i: Taco &gt; you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;e*: -_-;;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;this chat IS verbatim...and there you have it, straight from the horse's mouth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652423207585946840-8147113596406089354?l=khj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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NO JOKE, my dad was just going to drop me off, out in the middle of nowhere with ABSOLUTELY NO cell phone reception (gee, thanks, dad -_-); luckily, my mom yells at him and tells him they should just wait there...so i walk up to the front of the house and the dog starts jumping around, wagging its tail and generally going crazy, and i'm teetering in my heels trying to keep my dress clean from its muddy paws. i ring the doorbell but no one comes to the door right away so i start playing with the dog. after about 3 minutes of me doing this, all of a sudden my mom sticks her head out the window and starts yelling and waving frantically, saying that we're at the wrong place. what. the. heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finally get to the RIGHT location, which is hidden away and DOES NOT HAVE A SIGN OUT FRONT, and at that point i'm already 10 minutes late for my interview. as i walk in, the guy at the front desk greets me and asks who i'm there to see, and i realize i have no idea who my interviewer is...talk about being unprepared &gt;_&lt;. i guess i looked so pitiful and confused that he decides to go and look for someone who could potentially be interviewing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward 5 minutes, and i'm sitting in a room with two people, a korean man and a caucasian woman, and both are taking turns to ask me typical questions. to be honest, i don't feel like the interview is going too well because i'm too hung up on the fact that i was more than 10 minutes late for the interview to actually focus on anwering the questions well, and i feel like the korean-speaking part of the brain decided to take a vacation when i needed it the most; after all, they were looking for a bilingual person, and i had kind of exaggerated on my resume that i was fluent in korean (fluent conversationally, but when it comes to professional/academic settings, i lack the vocabulary to be completely fluent). they wrap up the interview after 15 minutes or so of me blundering through questions, and as i leave the building, i'm thinking how i totally would have been hired if it had been the dog interviewing me. seriously, that dog LOVED me and couldn't stop licking me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way back home, about 15 minutes after the interview was done, i get a call from the senior HR person (the woman who interviewed me), offering me a job as an HR assistant and telling me to come in next monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the moral of this story is to give people hope, that even if you think your interview went terribly, you could still be offered the job (you are your own harshest critic, after all). i mean, come on...if i was offered a job after that ordeal, who's to say that you won't be hired as well? and last but not least, i'm trying to say that God works in mysterious ways...i mean, i wasn't really trying to look for a job (in fact, i wanted to enjoy my funemployment a little while longer), and i feel like under normal circumstances i would NOT have been offered a job, especially given my great first impression of being 15 minutes late and not knowing who my interview was scheduled with...but God is good, and i now have a job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry for the pseudo-narrative/prose style writing, my regular writing style will be resumed in my next post; i promise!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652423207585946840-1921782877009909751?l=khj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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ok, scratch that last option; i probably set back feminism about 50 years, but hey, to each her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like this post hasn't been nearly as amusing as my other posts, but i think it's because i'm separated from my muse...zammez has been supplying fodder for most of my previous posts, but now that he's in miami and i'm here, i guess we'll all have to wait until he visits for some more entertaining posts. that, or maybe my mom/sister (they're the best bets, since they tend to say ridiculous stuff from time to time...my dad just sings weird songs and makes up his own words to existing ones) will come up with a gem that i can then use for a blog post...so until the next one (who knows how many more months it'll be), adieu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652423207585946840-9019038372308625574?l=khj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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[!] (maybe that wasn't such a great example after all. i'm a little distracted at the moment though, so forgive me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on to other things, i got a new phone yesterday. i usually pride myself in being pretty tech savvy (my current job entails computer coding and website maintenance, for goodness sake), because my dad instilled in me a love for all technological gadgets, gizmos and doo-dads at an early age. however, with my new phone, i feel like an 80-year-old handling a netbook for the first time (or at least, it's how i imagine she would feel). i'm utterly confused by its numerous, unnecessary widgets that i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cannot get rid of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and the way it organizes my contacts makes my head ache. luckily i've figured out how to call, text, and take pictures on it though, which is good because that's really all i need from my phone. i thought having a nice, brand new, touch screen phone would be cool (it just came out about 2 weeks ago), but so far i'm not seeing very many benefits and i &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; prefer my old phone (i say "almost" because the keyboard wasn't working on my old phone, which was terrible since i text more than i talk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the topic of phones, when my mom sent me my new phone, she also included bags of various nuts and dried fruits. i've been eating them at work, which is why i have had to suppress my urge to say "om nom nom nom" every time i eat a walnut, because walnuts remind me of brains and i think they can only be eaten appropriately if accompanied by zombie noises. however, doing so would probably scare off chelsea, my officemate, so i have had to refrain. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i bought flintstones sour gummy vitamins. i'm super excited for them (except i forgot to eat them this morning), and i've decided to be nice and share them with zammez. this just proves that i &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; a responsible adult (taking vitamins without being told to, and sharing? yup, definite adult-like behavior); never mind that they're sour gummy vitamins. they taste very yummy, and i had a hard time limiting myself to just 2 yesterday. i wonder what would happen if i ate the whole bottle...would i die from vitamin overdose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past weekend i had a dinner date with some of the lovely ladies of team asia. for some reason, i feel that the fact that i had a dinner date further proves my point that i am an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry this post is such a hodge-podge, both subject-matter-wise and chronologically. but hey, if you could read this and stayed with me till the end, it means your brain is very agile and in tip-top shape. think of it this way: i'm doing you a favor by making you exercise your -walnut- (brain).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652423207585946840-4554303347610159916?l=khj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 325px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436365867430888722" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKfiS5h5BLw/S3HZ9A1GxRI/AAAAAAAAADM/dzfoRAYJixU/s400/lookout-knockhead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;ok, sign face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436354352136706690" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKfiS5h5BLw/S3HPevBB2oI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yGJVjSleprQ/s400/manicure-set.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;oh those confusing chinese...i'll take a glass of manicure, please. and by "manicure," i mean "moscato."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 305px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436359096706631698" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKfiS5h5BLw/S3HTy56piBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XYRO5c15MP0/s400/chinese-hospital-sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;more from the confusing chinese...are there no regular hospital rooms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436363451933020226" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKfiS5h5BLw/S3HXwaZiUEI/AAAAAAAAADE/9lWjcL0bjNs/s400/nokia-connocting-poopie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;and my love for poop is showcased once again. browntooth, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 346px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436350253256821890" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKfiS5h5BLw/S3HLwJf6TII/AAAAAAAAACs/e0EEc8kza7k/s400/Hot-Basic-Pee-Pee-Poo-Poo-Music.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;yup, pretty much sums up my life; i've got the hot basics covered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Also, my new internet infatuations as of late: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://stfumarrieds.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;STFUmarrieds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postcardsfromyomomma.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;postcards from yo momma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652423207585946840-1238792291138711922?l=khj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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i feel like i know almost next to nothing about philosophy...) marxist philosopher strangling his wife. apparently he suffered from numerous bouts of mental instability, and he was probably going through one when this incident with his wife happened. i didn't need wikipedia to tell me he was crazy though; i knew it as soon as i read his hocus-pocus mumbo-jumbo about "interpellation" and "mis-recognition" and "ideological state apparatuses."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;2) according to wikipedia, despite my denials, i am a hipster based on how i wear my scarf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;i've received a lot of flack from people because of my not-so-well-informed fashion purchase a couple of years ago. i thought it was just a cool looking black and white patterned scarf, but apparently i bought something that closely resembles a keffiyeh, with the coloring conjuring associations with the fatah movement. to be quite honest, i don't really have a stance regarding the whole Palestinian-Israeli conflict, but apparently there are many people around me who do and have given me a hard time for wearing a politically-incorrect/insensitive scarf. on a completely unrelated note (but still related, actually), i received a lot of crap from koreans when i wore said scarf in korea because a boy band (big bang) had popularized the scarf a couple months before my study abroad experience. koreans made fun of me for being a fangirl and wearing the "big bang scarf," and didn't even listen to my protests that i had, in fact, purchased this scarf &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; before i even knew who big bang was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;ANYWAY, according to wikipedia, i'm a hipster because (and i quote verbatim): "hipsters folded them in half to make a triangle, then gathered the scarf around the neck to leave one point facing down in the center of the chest." to my defense, i don't wear my scarf in this manner because i'm a hipster or a wannabe, but because i can't think of any other way to wear this particular scarf; if anything, rather than being a hipster i'm just unoriginal and too lazy to come up with another way to wear my scarf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;3) there is a plane that has pikachu painted on it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;apparently, all nippon airlines has three planes that have pikachu liveries. it is now one of my life goals to fly in one of these three airplanes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 336px; display: block; height: 232px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/73/Ana.b747.pokemon.arp.750pix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;taking "kawaii" to whole new heights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652423207585946840-6977455388049810355?l=khj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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i used to jokingly call myself a "music whore" (this was before i realized how problematic this self-proclamation was).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, getting back to the post. i've found myself listening to certain artists on repeat when i'm listening to my ipod. i'm also very bored at work, since i'm waiting for people to give me feedback on my forms. so, put two and two together and voila, you have a blog post. in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;1) marina and the diamonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this lovely gal hails from wales, but is london-based. as far as i know, she only has a couple songs that have been (relatively) widely distributed, but hopefully she'll release her full-length debut album soon. i've fallen in love with all of her songs that i've heard so far, in part because of her interesting vocal stylizations and in part because of her lyrics. my favorites are "obsessions," "i am not a robot," and "seventeen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;2) alphabeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really should try to at least wikipedia all these artists i'm writing about, but i'm too lazy. all i know about this band is that they're danish, and i love the male/female harmonies in their songs. they have a pop-ish feel (not like bubblegum, but more like an 80's pop), and my favorite songs by them are probably "10,000 nights" and "fascination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;3) the bird and the bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not really sure how to classify this duo, but if i had to i would probably describe them as indie/synth pop flirting with twee. makes sense why i like them, given my long-lasting love affair with twee (5 years and counting; that's long for me...). i like the general electro-synth feel of their songs, juxtaposed with the girl's (i REALLY should wikipedia) soft, understated, breathy vocals. i do, however, have some qualms about listening to their song "love letter to japan" just because of the exoticization, generalization and appropriation that goes on in the song, but other than this minor glitch, i really like this duo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;4) shugo tokumaru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell hard for this guy back in late 2008, and my love for him still hasn't abated. i REALLY don't know how to classify his sound, but i think he and his music are adorable, and i love him. his album "exit" is the only album i've EVER downloaded off iTunes, and that's saying a lot since i'm usually cheap and obtain my music through more shady and surreptitious methods. i keep saying i want to get my hands on more of his music, but i've yet to do so...oh well, maybe i will once my year of being AmeriPoor is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652423207585946840-8053832521284818005?l=khj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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to sum it up, 2009 was okay, but not without some major glitches along the road (a certain SZ sticks out like a sore thumb).&lt;br /&gt;so i've never really been big into making new year's resolutions because i know i won't be able to keep them, but i thought this year i'd give it a try...so here goes nothing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1) try to figure out what i want to do with my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've bought myself a little bit of time by doing the whole AmeriCorps VISTA year-of-service thing, but i only have until july. granted, that's still 6 months away, but at the rate time has been flowing this past year, it'll come to an end all too soon and i don't want to be stuck having no idea what to with myself or my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2) get the heck out of minneSNOWta&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offense, die-hard minnesotans, but i've never been a huge fan of minnesota. i only came here for college, and then ended up staying for completely the wrong reason (note to self: never base future plans off of one guy). i hate the bitter cold, and i only like snow in little doses. just from those two statements it's pretty obvious that i'm living in the wrong place. i don't know where i'll end up once my year of service is up, but you can bet it won't be in MN. also, the exorbitant amount of money i've had to pay to the city of st. paul in the past couple weeks has just hardened my determination to get out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;3) read more books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since i started dating my (somewhat new) boyfriend, i started spending almost all of my waking hours with him and neglected my books. reading has always been a love of mine, and i think it's time to rekindle that love. plus i feel like i need to hurry up and read all the books peace has lent me, and i don't like the guilty/bad feeling i get when i look at my measly, neglected collection of books on my bookshelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;4) exercise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can feel myself getting lazier and pudgier these days. now, before all 3 readers of my blog start yelling at me, saying that i'm not fat, let me offer up an explanation. i know i'm not fat, but it's becoming more and more of a struggle to pull up my jeans and button them. seeing as i only make about $790 a month after taxes, and $485 goes towards rent, ~$35 for utilities and ~$60 for gas for my car, that doesn't leave much money for me to go shopping. so, rather than try to scrape together money i don't have to buy new jeans, i've decided to take advantage of the fact that macalester offers alums access to its athletic facility for free for a year after said alumnus/alumna's graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i can think of for now, and it's probably just as well since i'll probably have a hard time keeping all 4 of those resolutions...&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i dedicate this post to suma, who urged me to update through FB as i was in the midst of writing this post, haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652423207585946840-5501158606992521554?l=khj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKfiS5h5BLw/StTqTZ-yfDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZPnIGVCvzCc/s400/guitar+hero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;taken:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dewitt wallace library, macalester college, st. paul, MN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;why it's in my top 8:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gandalf. guitar hero. totally random location. enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392193066834808562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKfiS5h5BLw/StTrBnUDTvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rb6ImFB1pIE/s400/fragilegods.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;taken:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the lovely &lt;a href="http://chummilu.blogspot.com/"&gt;ms. setty's&lt;/a&gt; senior-year residence, on st. clair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;why it's in my top 8:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i thought it was supposed to say "fragile goods," so i thought this was hilarious. turns out (i think, if i remember correctly...correct me if i'm wrong, suma!) that the box actually &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; used for storing figurines of gods. hey, even gods are vulnerable...(i think i'm coming off on this blog as being very irreverent and blasphemous; i promise i'm not in real life, haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392194774932178610" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKfiS5h5BLw/StTslCeMxrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-EaTv8ZFLv8/s400/momdad.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;taken:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 302 revolution drive, peachtree city, GA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;why it's in my top 8:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 2 reasons, really. #1- i miss my parents. #2- my mom is wearing a babushka, which ups this photo's awesome factor to the 23487235766th power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392195784172412802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKfiS5h5BLw/StTtfyL0n4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/BbC8ij-UfN4/s400/DC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;taken:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; national press building, washington d.c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;why it's in my top 8: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i took this on one of my excursions around our nation's great capital (this is somewhat tongue-in-cheek; facetiousness doesn't really translate well in blogging, does it?) when i went to D.C. to help plan/prepare/run the PowerShift 2009 conference. one of my errands on my first day there was to go to the national press building to distribute media advisories and press releases. now, if you know me in the least, you'll know that i have a &lt;em&gt;HORRIBLE&lt;/em&gt; sense of direction, and although i had google mapped it beforehand i &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; managed to get lost (it wouldn't have been like me if i didn't!). after about 10 minutes of wandering and looking for people who looked nice enough to help me get my bearings straight, i fortuitiously stumbled in front of the aforementioned building (i feel like that happens a lot to me; i must be a lucky person). anyway, this photo is in my top 8 because: a) i'm proud that i found it all by myself (with a little help from google maps), b) partly to show off that i've been to the national press building, which is probably not a big deal to most people, but to me it is. am i totally exposing my provinciality or what? and c) for someone who lists photography as her interest and one-time passion, i sure took an awful shot. i couldn't even fit the entire sign in the frame, and if you guessed that that's my finger taking up a ridiculous amount of space in the bottom half of the shot, you're right. so clearly, by "awful" i actually mean "awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392454454710169650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKfiS5h5BLw/StXYwZB48DI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kNcL3NzGW5g/s400/sarahme.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;taken:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on the subway in good old new york, new york&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;why it's in my top 8:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so this is where i get all sappy and cliche...although my sister and i are both horrible at keeping in touch, she's still my best friend and i miss her. it may sound cold, but friends come and go in my life; part of it is me moving around so much, and part of it is me being horrible at keeping in touch, but my sister will always be in my life. guess blood is thicker than water (that's a really weird saying, now that i think about it...who came up with it? vampires?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392518000989822770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKfiS5h5BLw/StYSjRXl3zI/AAAAAAAAABE/z6DPC0r-fVk/s400/plane.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;taken:&lt;/span&gt; on my way to the ROK. i couldn't remember if this is an aerial view of the states, japan, or korea, but a look at the timestamp of the photo has led me to deduce that it must have been either korea or japan. ohh~~ technology (as my boyfriend always likes to say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;why it's in my top 8:&lt;/span&gt; i don't know if my love for korea is because there's just something about my motherland that speaks to the essential korean in me (as much as i try to shy away from essentialism, i don't know how else to describe this), or if it's because i'm a huge escapist and the half year i spent there was the best form of escapism. regardless of the reason why, i'm constantly nostalgic for a country i've only known in my toddlerhood and for a very brief time almost 2 years ago, so of course anything that has to do with korea would show up on this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKfiS5h5BLw/SwiBicmshZI/AAAAAAAAABM/uKyaBBuH2Hw/s1600/petco.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKfiS5h5BLw/SwiBicmshZI/AAAAAAAAABM/uKyaBBuH2Hw/s400/petco.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406713781452309906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;taken:&lt;/span&gt; petco in peachtree city, GA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;why it's in my top 8:&lt;/span&gt; please. take a look at the dog/quasi-human-child thing and tell me why it's in my top 8. he/she/it is wearing a freaking shirt and has little hair (fur?) clips in its hair (fur? ahhhh this is confusing me...). at first glance i thought it was a child, and then i did a major double-take because something looked so OFF about it. it freaks me out how quasi-human it looks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKfiS5h5BLw/SwiDx5DJVSI/AAAAAAAAABU/FutyVs4U6eA/s1600/0710090002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKfiS5h5BLw/SwiDx5DJVSI/AAAAAAAAABU/FutyVs4U6eA/s400/0710090002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406716245809124642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;taken:&lt;/span&gt; target in peachtree city, GA (actually in the same shopping complex/area as the petco above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;why it's in my top 8:&lt;/span&gt; if you know me pretty well, you know i love pugs. i think they're the cutest dogs ever; maybe it's because of a pug named Jjangu i knew when i lived in new york. when he'd do something bad, his owners would chastise him and tell him to go sit in his time-out corner and put his front paws up in the air (this is a common form of punishment in korean culture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://zionubf.org/files/attach/images/86/876/167/%EB%B2%8C%20%EC%84%9C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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i have won about 35 games so far, 20 of which were under 2 minutes. on the one hand, i feel guilty because i'm being funded by the government to help the low-income community and fight poverty, not sit in my office and play solitaire. on the other hand, it's not my fault that i'm stuck on one part, and my supervisor has run out of things for me to do. plus it's awesome to think that government funding (and probably taxpayers' hard-earned money, oops) is helping me improve my speed-solitaire skills. you're welcome, america. on a completely unrelated note, i've had the thong song stuck in my head all day, and i've noticed that i play faster on solitaire when i'm singing the song in my head. don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've noticed a trend where random people with legal issues somehow get MY extension number and ask me for legal advice. i have no idea how these people are directed to me, specifically, but it's kind of fun to listen to their stories. for instance, today i spoke to a poor, distraught man from minot, ND, by way of france. the first thing he asked me was if i spoke french, and i had to disappoint him by saying that i could only speak spanish, and very brokenly at that. i've always wanted to learn french (along with about 8 other languages), and i'd never wanted to be a polyglot more in my life than at that moment. anyhow, he explained his situation to me in his broken, heavily accented english, while i asked about 29384723 (probably stupid) questions because i couldn't really understand what he was saying. something about a green card and being stuck in france after visiting his sick mother and not having an address in the states because, and i quote verbatim, "napoleon has died." i was very confused and on the verge of laughter because he sounded so forlorn, and i thought it was ridiculous that this frenchman was mourning the death of a compatriot who died over 200 years ago and probably had no bearing on his inability to return to the states. turns out that "napoleon" was the friend he had been living with in the states, and his death was the reason why our frenchman couldn't return. oops, good thing i held in my laughter...i eventually had to forward him to another law org./firm, but for some reason talking to him made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm sitting here updating my blog, even though i'm pretty sure no one reads it. it gives me something to do, though, and since i'm typing away on my computer, everyone who walks by my office thinks i'm hard at work and putting those government dollars to good use. yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652423207585946840-4769925835771071882?l=khj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="google" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="websites" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="MLIA" /><title>Google vs. Yahoo</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my supervisor isn't at work today, and i can't get any work done because i'm running into this weird glitch in HotDocs and no one on the listserv knows how to solve the problem. i probably shouldn't have come into work because i'm being just as productive here in the office as i would have been in my bed, but i didn't want to use up a sick/vacation day so i dragged myself in despite the chill outside (i hate how MN seems to skip over autumn, my favorite season, and go straight to winter).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;anyway, i've been incredibly bored, so rather than writing letters or reading books, i've been spending my time reading MLIA in hopes of catching myself up by reading all 590-some pages (i'm at 149 right now). i've noticed a trend of people pitting google and yahoo against each other using the auto-suggestions each respective search engine comes up with when they enter random words or phrases, and they all report google coming out on top. i wanted to see if this reporting was accurate, so i decided to test it out myself. now, don't get me wrong; i'm definitely a google-fan and haven't used yahoo since about 8th grade, but for the sake of statistical honesty/accuracy (well, mostly boredom) i decided to sacrifice my precious time for the truth. here is what i found:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;round 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;entry: "why is my..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;google: why is my poop green?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;yahoo: why is my computer so slow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;for those of you who know me, it was a running joke among my friends that i had an affinity for poop. in reality, i (being immature) just like(d) the signifier rather than the signified, but i said "poop" and "poopsicle" so much that it prompted one of my friends to create a facebook group in my honor, called "esther hearts poop SOOOOOOOOO hard." it was funny, until random people i didn't know (or acquaintances who weren't in on the joke) started joining. however, the group was short-lived since someone, who remains a mystery even to this day (it really wasn't me!), reported the group and my friend received a very curt reprimand from facebook. luckily my/its legacy lives on in the kenyon chapter of the group, which still boasts a grand total of 6 members. this is pretty impressive, since i have never been to kenyon and i've only met 1 of the group members (said group member is the best friend of the friend who created the original group). anyway, there is a reason why i'm telling this story (although i do have a penchance for telling tangential stories that have no point), and the reason is this: purely for the mention of "poop," i have to side with google on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;verdict: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;google&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;round 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;entry: "meaning of life is..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;google: meaning of life is 42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;yahoo: no suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;google not only wins by default, since yahoo couldn't even complete the auto-suggestion, but also because of the cryptic answer. what does that even mean? the meaning of life is 42...i'll be mulling over that for the next 20 years (by then i will be 42, and maybe i'll have an epiphany of what this means, and also what the meaning of life is).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;verdict: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;round 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;entry: "bacon is..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;google: bacon is my enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;yahoo: bacon is a vegetable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it was hard to decide who won this round, because both suggestions are equally ridiculous. my hypothesis is that google is used by people trying to eat healthy, while yahoo is used by bacon aficionados who are trying to justify that their love for bacon is healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;verdict: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;tie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;round 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;entry: "help! my..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;google: help my girlfriend is a pregnant virgin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;yahoo: help my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i don't think i have to spell out for you who the winner of this round is (but i will anyway). either google is frequented by joseph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;, the surrogate father of Jesus (is this blasphemous? oops), or by poor gullible, foolish boys who have most like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ly been cuckolded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;verdict: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;google &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;round 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;entry: "hell is..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;google: hell is other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;yahoo: hell is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;once again, a tough choice. google's answer speaks to the hobbesian/misanthrope in me, who believes that people can be unbelievably cruel and that life in the state of nature is "nasty, brutish, and short." however, yahoo's answer appeals to my christian sensibilities and i fear that if i declare yahoo the loser, i will be sent to hell as punishment (if i'm not going there in a handbasket already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;verdict: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;tie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;round 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;entry: "how to tell if your..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;google: how to tell if your cat is trying to kill you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;yahoo: how to tell if your husband is cheating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;while yahoo's suggestion may be more practical and have real-life implications, i like google's better purely on the grounds of my possession of a psycho kitten, and the fact that i don't have a husband. yes, i am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; self-centered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;verdict: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;google&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;round 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;entry: "i like to..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;google: i like to tape my thumbs to my hands to see what it would be like to be a dinosaur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;yahoo: i like to move it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;as much as i like to move it, hands down, no questions asked, google wins. also, i think the auto-suggestion may be an homage to MLIA, so bonus points for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;verdict: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;google&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;round 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;entry: "[respective search engine] is..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;google: google is going to take over the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;yahoo: yahoo is stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i can't tell if yahoo is being self-deprecating or if a lot of people just go to yahoo and type that in the search bar. if the latter case is true, what are they doing on yahoo in the first place? my extreme hunger right now is hindering my ability to hypothesize why this is...but yeah, google wins again. bravo for having ambitions, google.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;verdict: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm pretty anal about things, so i would have liked to continue to round 10, but in the interest of appeasing my extreme hunger and the fact that i have to leave in 10 minutes to get my food stamps (one of the perks of being an AmeriCorps VISTA?), i have decided to stop at 8. plus in sino-based culture, 8 is a lucky number :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;FINAL VERDICT: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;google-8,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;yahoo-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and not even full-fledged wins, at that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the MLIA-ers were onto something...google is more awesome than yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652423207585946840-6908639535510272687?l=khj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Rowling didn't pull a Tolkien and spend an epic amount of time developing her imaginary language, i don't know who actually took the time to develop these "words" and record them, but they must have been very bored. maybe i should start doing something similar, to stave off the ennui i feel these days. on a related note, if you google "how to speak parseltongue," one of the results leads you to a site where people discuss &lt;a href="http://socyberty.com/languages/how-to-speak-parseltongue/"&gt;how to learn/speak parseltongue&lt;/a&gt; and actually communicate with snakes. i have no idea if these people are being serious, but i'd like to think they are because it makes me laugh (let's not mention the fact that i actually googled this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steampunk"&gt;steampunk&lt;/a&gt; subculture. i can't remember how i stumbled upon this one, but i had been curious about it for a while. my first exposure came through playing vampire wars (omg, why am i such a geek?), because they have different steampunk fashion items to dress your avatar. anyway, somehow i ended up on the wikipedia page for steampunk, and after reading the article for it, i have to say that it seems like a pretty badass movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/62/Steamtop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 296px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/62/Steamtop.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;i totally want one of these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.cleverbot.com/"&gt;cleverbot&lt;/a&gt;. i think i spent at least a good half hour discussing with this AI why life is so boring, and why it (he? she? do AIs transcend gender designation and all the signifiers that are inherently tied with the assignment of gender? sorry, my parenthetical thoughts are random and sometimes completely derail me from my original train of thought) dislikes eggs. i should have asked if it/he/she/all of the above meant "eggs" as in the embryonic state which we sometimes eat, or the character from true blood. either way, i'm curious why cleverbot dislikes eggs, but not enough to go back and ask. maybe when i'm bored at work tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. the language preference setting on facebook. did you know that if you go to settings and click on the language tab, you can change your language preferences to not only dozens and dozens of "real" languages, but also some unique and interesting ones such as esperanto &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(please don't hurt me, william shatner!)&lt;/span&gt;, pirate (in english, of course), 1337 (leet, for you n00bz) speak, and so on? i had fun changing my language preferences to pirate and leet...under the pirate setting "mobile" becomes "pocket parrot." that just might have made my day.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;- "t311 j00r m8z 7h47 F4c3b00k 15 1n l33t sp34k."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.howmanyofme.com/"&gt;howmanyofme&lt;/a&gt;. have you ever wondered how many people in the u.s. share your name? well, fear not, because there is a website that reveals how many name twins you have in the u.s. it gives you statistics with your first name and last name separately, and then your full name. apparently, there are 255,222 people with the name "esther" in the states, 99.9% of whom are female. i am incredibly curious to find the poor .1% named "esther" who are male. i am also curious about how many of these esthers are either over the age of 70, korean/korean-american, or maybe even both. other than the somewhat narcissistic fun of looking up your own name, it's also fun to look up names of celebrities, or even fictional characters (i think harry potter was at the top of their list of most searched famous names).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion, i am a huge dork and a loser lost in the endless treasure trove that is the worldwide web. ok, time for sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6652423207585946840-4129089997013503881?l=khj35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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