<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897643492260919980</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 10:36:45 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>San Francisco</category><category>review</category><category>Books</category><category>Music</category><category>Public relations</category><category>Romania</category><category>Asia SF</category><category>Balkans</category><category>Berlin Wall</category><category>California</category><category>California Central Coast</category><category>Faust</category><category>Fox Theather</category><category>Global Vote</category><category>History</category><category>Italy</category><category>Kabuki Cinema</category><category>Kiva</category><category>Marilyn Monroe</category><category>Montana de Oro</category><category>Opera</category><category>SF Hub</category><category>Spooner&#39;s Cove</category><category>Turkey</category><category>Vampire Weekend</category><category>actresses</category><category>art</category><category>breasts</category><category>camping</category><category>charity</category><category>dance</category><category>drinks</category><category>elections</category><category>event</category><category>feminism</category><category>festival</category><category>food</category><category>hiking</category><category>indignities</category><category>injuries</category><category>inner conflict</category><category>international affairs</category><category>journalism</category><category>lists</category><category>machismo</category><category>movies</category><category>neuroscience</category><category>social</category><category>sustainable</category><category>women</category><title>Xenofornia</title><description></description><link>http://xenofornia.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897643492260919980.post-4875431523827263728</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Aug 2011 18:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-12T11:58:50.104-07:00</atom:updated><title>Did you miss me? I sure missed YOU!</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</atom:summary><link>http://xenofornia.blogspot.com/2011/08/did-you-miss-me-i-sure-missed-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897643492260919980.post-2214250044259090006</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Dec 2010 00:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-10T16:01:50.396-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Wonderful Earworm</title><atom:summary type="text">Sometimes, in certain places, under certain circumstances, magic can still take place, even in this profoundly pragmatic world we’re living in. Such was the case last night. Between exactly 8:00 and 9:25 PM in Oakland, California, USA, an undeniable bit of musical magic happened on the stage of Yoshi’s (accomplished sushi restaurant and excellent jazz venue): Charlie Hunter’s 11th annual holiday </atom:summary><link>http://xenofornia.blogspot.com/2010/12/wonderful-earworm.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897643492260919980.post-7333089300396211326</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Dec 2010 21:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-08T13:54:52.515-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">feminism</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Italy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">machismo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Romania</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">women</category><title>Il Corpo Delle Donne - Women&#39;s Bodies</title><atom:summary type="text">Ever since my summer in Berlin four years ago, I&#39;ve been a loyal reader of Der Spiegel, which I mainly read online thanks to their news alerts which remind me to return ever again to this great publication. By the way, the controversial Julian Assange agrees with me on this one, as he picked Der Spiegel (along with the New York Times, another one of my must-reads) to be one of only 5 publications</atom:summary><link>http://xenofornia.blogspot.com/2010/12/il-corpo-delle-donne-womens-bodies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897643492260919980.post-1284561586435115866</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Dec 2010 19:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-03T11:21:39.425-08:00</atom:updated><title>&quot;Why so local, son?&quot;</title><atom:summary type="text">After a two-month hiatus, mostly due to my limited ability to concentrate on things other than healing and working, I’m finally back. Well, actually, in all honesty, I’ve been back for a little while, but most of my blogging energy went into a different direction: The Wedding Blog.
But, in the spirit of constructive criticism, my first “back from the dead” post will be about my frustration with </atom:summary><link>http://xenofornia.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-so-local-son.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897643492260919980.post-6573094561561830173</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Sep 2010 00:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-16T17:29:40.927-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">art</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">indignities</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">injuries</category><title>The Foot Chronicles</title><atom:summary type="text">I’m still new at this whole business of breaking bones, so you can’t really blame me for not having done it thoroughly: bone chips were sent flying off in all directions, and a couple of fractures, but no clear-cut break that could have been fixed with plates or screws. My bad. All I can do now is sit and wait, and sit some more, and cross the days on the calendar until my next doctor’s </atom:summary><link>http://xenofornia.blogspot.com/2010/09/foot-chronicles.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjqZaHSI8pS6Y0aqUVJ2JDcV4zX4szmVUDJ0DjxkEbscwB0XhETGDOnICQ_cq9gq7duS1jqDSo6OKi5GtfILefl-2trZ22i5jjvkwZ-NuJtLsU2VppTlsHd61UrP4C0o9Czw8P1uULxY6F/s72-c/IMG_20100915_222911.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897643492260919980.post-1379110815952008279</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Aug 2010 17:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-25T11:04:01.411-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">California Central Coast</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">camping</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hiking</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Montana de Oro</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Spooner&#39;s Cove</category><title>A trip to the Golden Mountain</title><atom:summary type="text">Anyone can testify: I’m addicted to my creature comforts. And yet, camping this weekend with my significant other and friends on California’s central coast was truly enjoyable, in spite of the fact that we forgot to bring: sleeping bags, flashlights, thermos, and water. I guess that’s the upside of civilization for air-heads like us – you can head out for 48 hours of off-the grid nature bliss and</atom:summary><link>http://xenofornia.blogspot.com/2010/08/trip-to-golden-mountain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix4NVE6R_rtY8s4xYabwuXXE-D4Nntuw5nNLP2afOLCoReVD8c0u0Y8ec6HaijuhoW2jviMXZlpwlNJdpQZZeVXSJFpjb-QfmcFI6pFy_QDMGEF1gbRGm6YwIDxmJeH3NbB3D5Hqv4rLc9/s72-c/4925774528_b066060801_z.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897643492260919980.post-5423676027806596939</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Aug 2010 19:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-20T12:58:56.669-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Return to Tradition - Room for Debate - NYTimes.com</title><atom:summary type="text">A Return to Tradition - Room for Debate - NYTimes.comThis is another reason why I really truly love the New York Times. Although their exceptionalism is sad per se and we could all use more publications that are as accessible and savvy, I do love the fact that, like none other, the Times is able to take the time and invest the resources to inspect a dusty corner of academia like philosophy and </atom:summary><link>http://xenofornia.blogspot.com/2010/08/return-to-tradition-room-for-debate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897643492260919980.post-2962795792106639640</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Aug 2010 19:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-03T12:28:49.852-07:00</atom:updated><title>Don’t call me “Consumer”</title><atom:summary type="text">I have a confession to make: I HATE brands. There, I said it.
For someone who works in public relations, this may sound disingenuous, but hear me out. First, a little background: I started off as a public affairs practitioner in Washington D.C., so my work was really very far away from any brand names. I worked for trade and industry associations, embassies and foreign education institutions and </atom:summary><link>http://xenofornia.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-call-me-consumer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRF7Cnk0uF6jQKXs0UeLxp5MseiV2jQuqEjP__qoa5RkzbcyXnTDml86ze8BUzn_2MVzH5M0IlR3QzBkf_10Bc5y5mehewT3Ry4UE3rGeHqcxdGiNlX738SITlax_jPAxZ41rh4RMuqGj8/s72-c/nokia.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897643492260919980.post-1025229317978586903</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Aug 2010 20:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-02T13:32:20.091-07:00</atom:updated><title>We humans can mind-meld too - life - 26 July 2010 - New Scientist</title><atom:summary type="text">Three cheers to scientific research backing the concept that humans can actually communicate without language or, rather beyond language. I&#39;ve experienced this many times with the people that are closest to me, like my mother. I&#39;m looking forward to when they prove beyond doubt that thoughts can &quot;modify&quot; matter. Here&#39;s the New Scientist piece: We humans can mind-meld too - life - 26 July 2010 - </atom:summary><link>http://xenofornia.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-humans-can-mind-meld-too-life-26.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897643492260919980.post-3730372379756081178</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Jul 2010 03:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-17T20:03:26.827-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">charity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">event</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inner conflict</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kiva</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SF Hub</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">social</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sustainable</category><title>Ideals Vs. Ambitions = A Lose-Lose Situation</title><atom:summary type="text">Two nights ago I attended a Kiva social event at the SF Hub, and rubbed shoulders with socially enlightened San Franciscans and beyond, which brought my own conflicted feelings about ideals vs. ambitions into the limelight. Generally, I try to avoid that, as it tends to make me consume industrial amounts of sugar in an an attempt to turn inner conflict into inner confit.&amp;nbsp;


A small business </atom:summary><link>http://xenofornia.blogspot.com/2010/07/ideals-vs-ambitions-lose-lose-situation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897643492260919980.post-3475309000724426503</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jul 2010 18:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-14T11:55:27.746-07:00</atom:updated><title>Slate review of two books that explain why Americans love yoga</title><atom:summary type="text">Two new books explain why Americans love yoga. - By Claire Dederer - Slate Magazine: 

It wasn&#39;t the book reviews that caught my eye, but rather this innocuous phrase, an explanation for why Americans are so enthralled by Yoga: &quot;Maybe it&#39;s because yoga offers a cure for American body-hating Puritanism.&quot;
I never gave it much thought until now. American women at the gym, running, climbing, </atom:summary><link>http://xenofornia.blogspot.com/2010/07/slate-review-of-two-books-that-explain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897643492260919980.post-7739548437126126302</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jul 2010 22:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-13T15:20:20.225-07:00</atom:updated><title>Re: Marilyn Monroe as a brand</title><atom:summary type="text">Case in point for my post on Marylin - Zara t-shirts with the fabulous brand in question. QED.
</atom:summary><link>http://xenofornia.blogspot.com/2010/07/re-marilyn-monroe-as-brand.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibb5v03l2GuOFGxc8WyXMgqvidiI_KcOSEaf0Oj_gLa7-6P9jS5UeVaS6yvlGxwmgl0KNlOO98mUlWJHJaN7h-ANV9DI30hXClwOPU-SykvmZSyGMfHoK7tZMhSgBAL__BAJC1gDuabGjM/s72-c/marilyn.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897643492260919980.post-6943625176414893079</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jul 2010 22:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-13T15:15:42.389-07:00</atom:updated><title>Technorati Claim token</title><atom:summary type="text">4XDUB5EXKYM3</atom:summary><link>http://xenofornia.blogspot.com/2010/07/technorati-claim-token.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897643492260919980.post-6021369675359710500</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2010 04:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-06T21:21:33.346-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">festival</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">San Francisco</category><title>Ethnic Dance Festival recap</title><atom:summary type="text">It’s one of the many benefits of living in San  Francisco that you get regaled with events like the Ethnic Dance Festival, four weeks of choreographic candy, with tens of troupes and individual artists performing at the Palace  of Fine Arts. The palace itself is an architectural jewel, but more about that in another post, dedicated exclusively to urban planning. (I’m learning the subtle art of </atom:summary><link>http://xenofornia.blogspot.com/2010/07/ethnic-dance-festival-recap.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6-q1pW5r1HQZKwyoNMQ01ePh9fisoUrM3HgRxodng0uYGHUEpFqWeRuy-P9NZw0dfK4PuqTiedMpyhXw53SR3iZ1_7Jf5PacsPQorDb04CM4n0KKGRg58vlNRWlOWgmR6u4sMPybTFbuC/s72-c/2010-06-26+22.31.08.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897643492260919980.post-8606896404246683055</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Jun 2010 22:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-28T17:10:04.711-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Asia SF</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">breasts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Faust</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kabuki Cinema</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Opera</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">San Francisco</category><title>On B(r)e(a)st Behavior</title><atom:summary type="text">In a city like SF, where you can always count on the fog and never on the sun, on the rare occasions when the weather warms up for real, women and their faithful companions (…) sometimes are caught unprepared.
The below is my humble attempt at offering SF ladies some guidelines on how to react to such unusual circumstances. Disclaimer: the b(r)e(a)st practices were gleaned from observing actual </atom:summary><link>http://xenofornia.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-breast-behavior.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897643492260919980.post-4319015666722750149</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jun 2010 20:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-21T11:24:48.686-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Balkans</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">drinks</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lists</category><title>Hard Liquors of the Balkans</title><atom:summary type="text">Rummaging through my bottom drawer at work, I found (among empty boxes of knee-high trouser socks, manhandled paper clips and empty Tupperware) a bottle of the famed &quot;Ţuică&quot;– the traditional Romanian liquor made out of plums.
I proceeded to trick one of my co-workers into trying it. “It smells sweet,” he said. “It’s made out of fruit,” I said, disingenuously. “My grandma makes it.” I filled the </atom:summary><link>http://xenofornia.blogspot.com/2010/06/hard-liquors-of-balkans.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897643492260919980.post-1359536268027703165</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jun 2010 19:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-08T12:17:02.054-07:00</atom:updated><title>Weapons of Art and Artifacts of War</title><atom:summary type="text">A few evenings ago, in conversation with a friend, I was reminded of a piece of art I’d seen on display at SF’s very own DeYoung museum. The piece in question looks like a bronze-cast miniature cathedral, very accurate and beautifully detailed. Upon closer inspection, it comes almost as a shock to the unprepared eye that the roof of the cathedral is made out of bullets, and, slowly, it dawns on </atom:summary><link>http://xenofornia.blogspot.com/2010/06/weapons-of-art-and-artifacts-of-war.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBa04T13ULCFVXqNM8p-u7DGW63Sr59pWdJlQNcfYEAcVxvlj8Ardzr-YCwWUdIRilmzYSGnwk87tQ5kMWIqSvp6K4UXQS6-VwG7G2PeB7J_gRRRdWPvanwxUhZHfeZQfU4sarFOlncGNV/s72-c/escopetarra-02.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897643492260919980.post-8334446525190262778</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jun 2010 21:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-02T14:05:30.556-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Camelia Shaped Hole in the World?</title><atom:summary type="text">There is something to be said about the virtues of life off-line.
For a week in lovely La Saladita, Mexico, I experimented with the concept of being completely disconnected from the internet and phone and I immersed myself in the immediate reality. I have to say:&amp;nbsp; for someone who works and practically lives online, there were almost no withdrawal symptoms.

Of course, it helped that I was in</atom:summary><link>http://xenofornia.blogspot.com/2010/06/camelia-shaped-hole-in-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHeybLapkGVGbiJfepuHcTa9FEL24LUM7McURRVKjK4flz5D9a2dw9rs8k5015aIaTwL4t0TNXQNTvlNhy6S1_We0z2k09Qmn_G_PIZjJY-knRIEb_19OVh-6i55_4EbIlPU7VJ7AbbByn/s72-c/DSC04066.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897643492260919980.post-5240421073151841885</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 May 2010 18:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-17T11:31:27.579-07:00</atom:updated><title>Confessions of a Bikram lover</title><atom:summary type="text">This is not a sappy love story. &amp;nbsp;In fact, it’s a drama triggered by the conflict between pranayama breathing and soul-crushing capitalism.&amp;nbsp;

Here’s how:
A little over a year ago, inspired by one of my DC friends who practiced Bikram religiously every Saturday morning, I started frequenting my local yoga studio (which shall remain unnamed for now) and partaking in the hour and a half </atom:summary><link>http://xenofornia.blogspot.com/2010/05/confessions-of-bikram-lover.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3221/3149882094_cc75da0027_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897643492260919980.post-2161913666627451783</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 May 2010 19:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-10T12:13:42.321-07:00</atom:updated><title>Things I discovered this weekend:</title><atom:summary type="text">La Revolution Des Crabes

Lavender Sea Salt Shortbread at Blue Fog Markets

That rich people will outbid each other to pay $20,000 to put their names on a dam that will be demolished soon 

That I love eating Serrano ham standing on the Embarcadero, shooting the breeze with friends
That one CAN get FREE OYSTERS if one is fearless, Israeli and a redhead 
That there’s no limit to how much </atom:summary><link>http://xenofornia.blogspot.com/2010/05/things-i-discovered-this-weekend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH8z2aZunVI55u-u6SuvIDVG7vHMcmA5SFNF1oNOK1xwfUSEBRZBz98hJlFavmKn0BCofxlrMYJ0L4PoY7IcZmsjVeoFhPgun9NQf0YjniSEOWFnOf_SbcVbOz9kqAM7PobaY6w8qa8hl8/s72-c/28226_728065623544_5321989_41267430_4266767_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897643492260919980.post-7684844805675427996</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 May 2010 23:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-04T16:20:00.751-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">actresses</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marilyn Monroe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">review</category><title>Gentlemen Prefer A Good Brand</title><atom:summary type="text">This weekend I ended up watching two Marilyn Monroe films: Gentlemen Prefer Blondes and Some Like It Hot. I’d seen both of them before, a long time ago and I’d forgotten why people love Marilyn –after all, with the wealth of pretty blondes on the large and small screens, why would she stand out – a plump blonde in Technicolor?
But the truth is that she really does stand out: her studied </atom:summary><link>http://xenofornia.blogspot.com/2010/05/gentlemen-prefer-good-brand.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897643492260919980.post-2189681999879504720</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Apr 2010 00:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-27T17:46:20.002-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">review</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">San Francisco</category><title>Stars of Burma; Password - Mango</title><atom:summary type="text">I think it would be safe to say that any respectable San Franciscan who has a simile of social life has at least &amp;nbsp;heard of Burma Superstar and its sister, B Star Bar.
Both are restaurants on Clement Street, less than a block away from each other, under the same ownership and serving a similar menu of Burmese food. On Yelp, they both average four stars and get kudos for their fare, which is </atom:summary><link>http://xenofornia.blogspot.com/2010/04/stars-of-burma-password-mango.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897643492260919980.post-2507247293375087228</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Apr 2010 00:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-22T17:42:50.848-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fox Theather</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">review</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Vampire Weekend</category><title>… And a Merry Vampire Weekend to You All!</title><atom:summary type="text">On a cold and gloomy week day, my better half and I drove to Oakland’s Fox Theater to watch Vampire Weekend give the last performance of their US tour, hoping (for our sake) that they would go out with a *bang*. The Fox Theater on its own deserves another review, which I will hopefully manage to write after completing the required amount of billable hours some other day …  As to VW:  We were not </atom:summary><link>http://xenofornia.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-merry-vampire-weekend-to-you-all.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897643492260919980.post-6607161793280037513</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2010 23:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-22T17:35:13.467-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Books</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">neuroscience</category><title>Breaking News: Soul Searching Yields Results</title><atom:summary type="text">The good news first: While thinking about all the things this blog could become, and all the things I don&#39;t have time to do, I had a &quot;Click&quot; moment (repeatedly, of course, as it takes more than one click to make me tick) -- I&#39;m dying to tell the world about the fantastic books that I&#39;ve read and films I&#39;ve watched these past few years. And so I shall.The bad news now: Well. *clearing throat* A </atom:summary><link>http://xenofornia.blogspot.com/2010/04/breaking-news-soul-searching-yields.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897643492260919980.post-7891398155913587103</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jan 2010 01:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-13T17:54:29.654-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">journalism</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Public relations</category><title>Once a Journalist, Always a Journalist</title><atom:summary type="text">So it&#39;s time for a little confession:Deadline USA, All the President&#39;s Men, The Paper, His Girl Friday, Up, Close and Personal, (State of Play definitely falls in this category but came too late) - these were dangerous movies for an impressionable young mind such as mine. For a while in my past (college years and grad school) I sincerely believed that I wanted to be a journalist.I majored in </atom:summary><link>http://xenofornia.blogspot.com/2010/01/once-journalist-always-journalist.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>