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href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>*britt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>800</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/b-star" /><feedburner:info uri="b-star" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IHQnc4eCp7ImA9Wx9SEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822437.post-6496801410763187665</id><published>2010-11-30T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T15:58:53.930-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T15:58:53.930-08:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">well, in that case...for the second time in as many weeks, seasoned professionals in my office have nudged, sometimes not so subtly, me to jump ship and move on. not that i'm terribly surprised, and not that i'm nervous to do so (as one colleague would argue). my question is... and then what? the consensus is that i need to be in a field or industry that allows for my creative flair to take more &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/b-star/~4/xxxZVJWWfew" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/6496801410763187665?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/6496801410763187665?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/b-star/~3/xxxZVJWWfew/well-in-that-case.html" title="" /><author><name>*britt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://b-hoshi.blogspot.com/2010/11/well-in-that-case.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04FQn09eyp7ImA9Wx9TFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822437.post-160408527938908362</id><published>2010-11-24T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T12:18:33.363-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-24T12:18:33.363-08:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">oh, hey there blog worldmy sis pointed out that i hadn't updated my blog for a while. yeah, i know. it's a niggling wiggling little thought in the back of my head often, actually. i think the long silence can be attributed to the reluctant realization that i have run out of interesting things to say. or, even more scary, that i have lost a bit of the lens that used to make the life i observed &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/b-star/~4/9ut2QAvyv6o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/160408527938908362?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/160408527938908362?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/b-star/~3/9ut2QAvyv6o/oh-hey-there-blog-world-my-sis-pointed.html" title="" /><author><name>*britt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://b-hoshi.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-hey-there-blog-world-my-sis-pointed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08DSHo4cSp7ImA9Wx5QGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822437.post-136278226838858673</id><published>2010-09-07T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T10:17:59.439-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-07T10:17:59.439-07:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">nothing says lovin' like some plastic sausager's recent poor sleeping habits benefit me in the way of him spending his early wake up time to make me breakfast. and he's not even insulted when i have to take it to go, like this morning's sausages and bagel. and while i planned on creating a sausage sandwich when i got to work, time didn't really allow me to. feeling the rumbly in my tumbly, i &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/b-star/~4/6I9p_TmhfEM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/136278226838858673?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/136278226838858673?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/b-star/~3/6I9p_TmhfEM/nothing-says-lovin-like-some-plastic.html" title="" /><author><name>*britt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://b-hoshi.blogspot.com/2010/09/nothing-says-lovin-like-some-plastic.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04FSX0yeip7ImA9Wx5REU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822437.post-7698627259931994683</id><published>2010-08-17T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T20:25:18.392-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-17T20:25:18.392-07:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">jack of all tradestoday i was a marketer. and a business developer. and a program manager. and a data analyst. oh, and a chef, of course. are these all part of my job? well... yes and no. the world of alumni affairs has been one of upheaval and change in the last few weeks, with our staff leaving the office for one reason or another (grad school, moving across the state, family emergency, etc). &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/b-star/~4/O-tqagYNvHc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/7698627259931994683?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/7698627259931994683?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/b-star/~3/O-tqagYNvHc/jack-of-all-trades-today-i-was-marketer.html" title="" /><author><name>*britt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://b-hoshi.blogspot.com/2010/08/jack-of-all-trades-today-i-was-marketer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAASHo-fCp7ImA9Wx5SFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822437.post-889761242168220858</id><published>2010-08-10T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T14:12:29.454-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-10T14:12:29.454-07:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">it's a rich man's worldhere's a secret... if you want to stress me out, you have two easy options: 1) bring up the topic of my current finances, or 2) wave a piñata in front of my face, though maybe with consequence of your own personal peril. right now, i'm super-stressed, and i'll give you one guess as to why...it's the 10th of the month, and i got paid on the first. to date, 80% of my paycheck&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/b-star/~4/BLO-CnMkM6w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/889761242168220858?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/889761242168220858?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/b-star/~3/BLO-CnMkM6w/its-rich-mans-world-heres-secret.html" title="" /><author><name>*britt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://b-hoshi.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-rich-mans-world-heres-secret.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAAQ3g-eCp7ImA9Wx5SEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822437.post-8664956012215324298</id><published>2010-08-05T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T11:25:42.650-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-05T11:25:42.650-07:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">tears for a strangeryesterday, i attended a funeral for a woman i barely knew. kim was once removed in my circle of friends; we shared some acquaintances in the dodgeball world, and i saw her maybe once a year during the annual beer tasting party concocted by her fiancee and another friend. r has a connection there too, having had kim and fiancee chris on a team sometime in the past. a thin &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/b-star/~4/FK2GHnvnvwc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/8664956012215324298?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/8664956012215324298?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/b-star/~3/FK2GHnvnvwc/tears-for-stranger-yesterday-i-attended.html" title="" /><author><name>*britt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://b-hoshi.blogspot.com/2010/08/tears-for-stranger-yesterday-i-attended.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8HRns7eip7ImA9Wx5TGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822437.post-6623157747271148266</id><published>2010-08-03T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T10:50:37.502-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-03T10:50:37.502-07:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">not so good for the treadi was trying to enjoy some summer weather that has finally decided to grace us with its presence here in san diego, so i rolled down the passenger window on the way to work this morning. cruising along happily, i noticed a yellow-ish object about window-height to my right, so i carefully glanced over. it took a few tries at carefully glancing for me to finally discern &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/b-star/~4/JQYv9Ir0bS0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/6623157747271148266?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/6623157747271148266?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/b-star/~3/JQYv9Ir0bS0/not-so-good-for-tread-i-was-trying-to.html" title="" /><author><name>*britt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://b-hoshi.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-so-good-for-tread-i-was-trying-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4ARno5fCp7ImA9WxFaGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822437.post-661596255490691979</id><published>2010-07-22T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T14:42:27.424-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-22T14:42:27.424-07:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">a note on the power of musici have never really had a love affair with music. i enjoy it, and there are certainly tunes that i have an instinctive must-move-to reaction. but for the most part i don't use music to influence my emotions or actions. but when that happens, it's sort of magical.i was at the gym last night... talk about another thing that i definitely DO NOT have a love affair with. i &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/b-star/~4/Ne4FXCVd54g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/661596255490691979?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/661596255490691979?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/b-star/~3/Ne4FXCVd54g/note-on-power-of-music-i-have-never.html" title="" /><author><name>*britt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://b-hoshi.blogspot.com/2010/07/note-on-power-of-music-i-have-never.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUBQ349fip7ImA9WxFaGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822437.post-8509445338279431478</id><published>2010-07-14T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T14:30:52.066-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-22T14:30:52.066-07:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">a basic problem of supply and demandthis is my life. ugh.i had gotten used to not having to actually work during the summertime, since i had students as my primary constituents. summer was a time to "plan" for the crazy upcoming year. oh, how times have changed.sorry it's been so quiet.current mood: a little overwhelmed&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/b-star/~4/dzBQ-jOkBPo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/8509445338279431478?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/8509445338279431478?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/b-star/~3/dzBQ-jOkBPo/basic-problem-of-supply-and-demand-this.html" title="" /><author><name>*britt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yQk1erpu_s/TEi4SkTuBlI/AAAAAAAAAUE/j7jgNetzC_Q/s72-c/basic_supply_demand.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://b-hoshi.blogspot.com/2010/07/basic-problem-of-supply-and-demand-this.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYDSHg4cCp7ImA9WxFUGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822437.post-6740460687310618716</id><published>2010-06-30T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T15:49:39.638-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-30T15:49:39.638-07:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">what's that they say about hindsight?i took my annual mecca to los angeles last weekend to deliver the young, innocent, naive JET newbies from the same, lonely, uninformed experience i had so long ago. as i answered the same questions we hear every year, i thought about my experiences... was my perspective even really valid any more? surely things have improved since then? at the very least, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/b-star/~4/81h3GKL7IKc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/6740460687310618716?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/6740460687310618716?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/b-star/~3/81h3GKL7IKc/whats-that-they-say-about-hindsight-i.html" title="" /><author><name>*britt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://b-hoshi.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-that-they-say-about-hindsight-i.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMESXg-eip7ImA9WxFVFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822437.post-519290614864359900</id><published>2010-06-14T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T15:26:48.652-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-14T15:26:48.652-07:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">east coastin'after the whirlwind madness that is usually this time of year, with the end of the school year smash-crashing in to the now annual Alumni Weekend, it was a wonder that i was able to get away for a little vacation on the east coast for r's family reunion. his mom's side of the gang had rented a lake house in the finger lakes area of new york, a place that's apparently considered "&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/b-star/~4/aCRJtExI0Vo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/519290614864359900?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/519290614864359900?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/b-star/~3/aCRJtExI0Vo/east-coastin-after-whirlwind-madness.html" title="" /><author><name>*britt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yQk1erpu_s/TBarhaPtguI/AAAAAAAAAT4/QZzVcLPk9tE/s72-c/new+york+056.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://b-hoshi.blogspot.com/2010/06/east-coastin-after-whirlwind-madness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcGRn89eip7ImA9WxFWEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822437.post-8046080267974747919</id><published>2010-05-27T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T16:13:47.162-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-27T16:13:47.162-07:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">suffocationsince i live under a house like a troll, my front door is not accessible on the street, but rather through a gate and a backyard. the gate is probably 8 feet high, but has a 4-6 inch clearing on the bottom. i noticed the other day that there seemed to be dirt flung from under the gate, as if someone or something was digging underneath it, but i didn't think too much about it. ...i was &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/b-star/~4/PwSqtKhnbPc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/8046080267974747919?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/8046080267974747919?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/b-star/~3/PwSqtKhnbPc/suffocation-since-i-live-under-house.html" title="" /><author><name>*britt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://b-hoshi.blogspot.com/2010/05/suffocation-since-i-live-under-house.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4NRX8-eip7ImA9WxFXF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822437.post-1853192133502511427</id><published>2010-05-24T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T12:23:14.152-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-24T12:23:14.152-07:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">taking it to the banki put a few points in the karma bank this weekend when i volunteered for an event to help the City of Hope with its annual fundraising walk. to be honest, i originally signed up for the volunteering as part of the disney "give a day, get a day" program, where you received a ticket for free admission to disneyland for giving a day of service. the joke was on me when disney ran&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/b-star/~4/istIx-m6sbU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/1853192133502511427?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/1853192133502511427?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/b-star/~3/istIx-m6sbU/taking-it-to-bank-i-put-few-points-in.html" title="" /><author><name>*britt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://b-hoshi.blogspot.com/2010/05/taking-it-to-bank-i-put-few-points-in.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MAR34zcCp7ImA9WxFXFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822437.post-1962517870138908507</id><published>2010-05-21T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T15:37:26.088-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-21T15:37:26.088-07:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">a break in the cloudsit may be odd to those who have known me for a while that i have chosen to be political about the state of california's economy, and in particular, the university system, if only because i've never really taken a stance or chosen to be informed on much of anything. but it just takes one little spark to ignite passion, right?good news from the state capitol today, via our &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/b-star/~4/QZHHlDCadbE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/1962517870138908507?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/1962517870138908507?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/b-star/~3/QZHHlDCadbE/break-in-clouds-it-may-be-odd-to-those.html" title="" /><author><name>*britt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://b-hoshi.blogspot.com/2010/05/break-in-clouds-it-may-be-odd-to-those.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4BR385eyp7ImA9WxFXEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822437.post-7683134616948732571</id><published>2010-05-17T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T15:05:56.123-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-17T15:05:56.123-07:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">a funny thing happened on the way out of targetwhat should have been a 20-minute jaunt over to everyone's favorite store turned in to a bloody 2-hour ordeal. on my way out of the dressing room, i banged my not-so-funny bone on a door jamb, causing an instant gusher of blood, not to mention the instant dead arm. i hoisted my dripping elbow up and, with tears in my eyes, asked the dressing room &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/b-star/~4/b2PWSzyFOJs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/7683134616948732571?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/7683134616948732571?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/b-star/~3/b2PWSzyFOJs/funny-thing-happened-on-way-out-of.html" title="" /><author><name>*britt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://b-hoshi.blogspot.com/2010/05/funny-thing-happened-on-way-out-of.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcNQn47fyp7ImA9WxFQGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822437.post-7678377301708407073</id><published>2010-05-14T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T14:54:53.007-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-14T14:54:53.007-07:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">oh, sun godmy fellow tritons will understand all the emotion that goes behind those 3 little words. "oh, sun god." this once tiny get together has turned in to the biggest thing that san diego, not just ucsd, has to deal with on a yearly basis. as a student, i had hardly a notion of the impact of this event, even with the legends and myths that filtered down to me as a young freshman. now, as a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/b-star/~4/lBQBIWVFcOg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/7678377301708407073?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/7678377301708407073?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/b-star/~3/lBQBIWVFcOg/oh-sun-god-my-fellow-tritons-will.html" title="" /><author><name>*britt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://b-hoshi.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-sun-god-my-fellow-tritons-will.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YHQns8fip7ImA9WxFQEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822437.post-5598314137458925762</id><published>2010-05-04T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T14:38:53.576-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-04T14:38:53.576-07:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">a new moma change has come over me recently, cresting last week at the birth of my new baby, kylie. i think i get to legitimately call her "my baby", though i had nothing to do with her conception and will have nothing to do with funding her college education. but still, she's mine, maybe a little more so than my new nephew griffin, only because i was there with her a lot more. i found myself &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/b-star/~4/IztCfgA_hvM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/5598314137458925762?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/5598314137458925762?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/b-star/~3/IztCfgA_hvM/new-mom-change-has-come-over-me.html" title="" /><author><name>*britt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://b-hoshi.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-mom-change-has-come-over-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUAQn88fyp7ImA9WxFSEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822437.post-2741539247950299292</id><published>2010-04-13T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T10:04:03.177-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-13T10:04:03.177-07:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">the end is near...(maybe) blogger has been bugging me about (insert some technical jargon here), with the point being that the want to "move" my blog. okaaaaaay.... what exactly that entails i haven't had the concentration to figure out, so i might just cover my eyes and see what happens. i'll try it on the j-blog first, because at least i know i have that one backed up.wish me luck.current mood:&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/b-star/~4/DXy87YjJOU4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/2741539247950299292?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/2741539247950299292?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/b-star/~3/DXy87YjJOU4/end-is-near.html" title="" /><author><name>*britt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://b-hoshi.blogspot.com/2010/04/end-is-near.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcFRno7eyp7ImA9WxFTEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822437.post-5184827039809997972</id><published>2010-03-29T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:06:57.403-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-31T23:06:57.403-07:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">in like a lion? lamb? CHEETAH!i think my passport saw more of march than i did. have i mentioned a new little nugget in my life?say hello to my new lil' nephew, Griffin Thomas, born march 16th at 9:50pm - 6 lbs, 13 ozs, and 19 inches. long live the embarrassing photos!current mood: smooch!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/b-star/~4/h1NxFzxQKq4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/5184827039809997972?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/5184827039809997972?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/b-star/~3/h1NxFzxQKq4/in-like-lion-lamb-cheetah-i-think-my.html" title="" /><author><name>*britt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yQk1erpu_s/S7EWKJ2E6bI/AAAAAAAAATw/3CzalkzAmUU/s72-c/griffin+010v1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://b-hoshi.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-like-lion-lamb-cheetah-i-think-my.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQCRncycSp7ImA9WxBaEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822437.post-2192008591257614133</id><published>2010-03-19T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T14:32:47.999-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-19T14:32:47.999-07:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">bumpily back to realityour transition back in to life in our other paradise was (practically) seamless, save for that little instance of lost luggage in newark. getting to the small airport in punta cana about 90 minutes before our flight, we were met curbside by a porter escorting our luggage to the US agricultural check. under my breath, i debated with wow whether the banana twins i had in my &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/b-star/~4/Tnyh5u7DvTU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/2192008591257614133?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/2192008591257614133?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/b-star/~3/Tnyh5u7DvTU/back-to-reality-our-transition-back-in.html" title="" /><author><name>*britt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yQk1erpu_s/S6PswNdzMCI/AAAAAAAAATo/5shmh6xPexg/s72-c/dominican+036.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://b-hoshi.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-to-reality-our-transition-back-in.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAFQn09fip7ImA9WxBbF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822437.post-8321493673573656345</id><published>2010-03-15T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T21:28:33.366-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-15T21:28:33.366-07:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">perspectivesi'm of two minds about america these days, having spent last week balancing the wealth of major league sports dropped in amongst the poverty of a community that most americans will never even consider when they are arguing about player trades and salary caps. now, i'm sitting in a literal paradise, a ta resort on a different side of the coast of this tiny island, and i can't help but &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/b-star/~4/TI0RLeR5tW4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="edit" 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xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-15T21:21:39.733-07:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">which is worse?i find myself in a bit of a conundrum: knowing that i am usually a tasty treat to any sort of bug that likes human blood, we brought along some seriously powerful DEET-laden products to protect me. it seems now that i have developed an allergic reaction to the stuff after practically bathing in it for a week, and my arms and legs are covered not in bites, but in hives.so which &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/b-star/~4/_5HYfSqBjJc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/3754611431433997728?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/3754611431433997728?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/b-star/~3/_5HYfSqBjJc/which-is-worse-i-find-myself-in-bit-of.html" title="" /><author><name>*britt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://b-hoshi.blogspot.com/2010/03/which-is-worse-i-find-myself-in-bit-of.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQFR3k6fyp7ImA9WxBbFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822437.post-3120504891305627236</id><published>2010-03-12T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T10:25:16.717-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-12T10:25:16.717-08:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">exhaustivamosinternet has been spotty at best, so i'm only able to update the day before we leave najayo. our mornings have been spent at the local school that the padres have adopted, and we have been buzzing through the classes, teaching them (easy) english, proper hand-washing and toothbrushing techniques, and passing out hygenic products to go alonog with the lessons. r has been the prize man&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/b-star/~4/aWie9lFIveU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/3120504891305627236?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/3120504891305627236?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/b-star/~3/aWie9lFIveU/exhaustivamos-internet-has-been-spotty.html" title="" /><author><name>*britt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://b-hoshi.blogspot.com/2010/03/exhaustivamos-internet-has-been-spotty.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQBSXs8fyp7ImA9WxBbEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822437.post-6567060629136619807</id><published>2010-03-07T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:05:58.577-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-07T17:05:58.577-08:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">hemos llegado! (aka we have arrived!)hola from the tropics of the republica dominicana. we have arrived and are settling in to the digs at the padres' facility down in najayo, dominican republic. thankfully, the trip has been without a flaw so far, unless you count r's seat reclining about an inch less than mine. but, i did give him my window seat, so really, that cancels it out, in my book. not &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/b-star/~4/EPtLeLhMzJU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/6567060629136619807?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/6567060629136619807?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/b-star/~3/EPtLeLhMzJU/hemos-llegado-aka-we-have-arrived-hola.html" title="" /><author><name>*britt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://b-hoshi.blogspot.com/2010/03/hemos-llegado-aka-we-have-arrived-hola.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUADRXk7eip7ImA9WxBUF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822437.post-252507906458571490</id><published>2010-03-04T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:09:34.702-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-04T16:09:34.702-08:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">nom nom nom nomwouldn't it be awesome to eat your way through italy? and wouldn't it be awesome-r if someone else paid for it?? (click here to vote for me!)current mood: mmmmmmmm&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/b-star/~4/itGWVxo237o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/252507906458571490?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5822437/posts/default/252507906458571490?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/b-star/~3/itGWVxo237o/nom-nom-nom-nom-wouldnt-it-be-awesome.html" title="" /><author><name>*britt*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://b-hoshi.blogspot.com/2010/03/nom-nom-nom-nom-wouldnt-it-be-awesome.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

