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aka SNS for the anti-social</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1258271443410907864/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040029436982409573&amp;postID=1258271443410907864&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/1258271443410907864?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/1258271443410907864?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~3/zc2VFANQUqU/i-figured-it-out-aka-sns-for-anti.html" title="I figured it out; aka SNS for the anti-social" /><author><name>jinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101792097171701677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCJh1E4xeGo/S_bPR-63WII/AAAAAAAACMo/cRndj-DVgq8/S220/dp1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Facebook is for posting stuff you want friends to see, 'like' and comment on. And games.Twitter is for geeky outbursts. Wry observations. Living vacariously through famous people's tweets. Responding to friends. Complaining about public transport.Livejournal is for community-stalking and collective flailing. Also a goldmine for linguists who study fandom lingo and acronyms.Blogger is for long &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~4/zc2VFANQUqU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-figured-it-out-aka-sns-for-anti.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUADR3k_eip7ImA9WhRaEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040029436982409573.post-8035566309016069777</id><published>2012-02-14T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T21:56:16.742+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-14T21:56:16.742+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><title>Time out of joint</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8035566309016069777/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040029436982409573&amp;postID=8035566309016069777&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/8035566309016069777?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/8035566309016069777?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~3/4lRagp2VP9Q/time-out-of-joint.html" title="Time out of joint" /><author><name>jinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101792097171701677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCJh1E4xeGo/S_bPR-63WII/AAAAAAAACMo/cRndj-DVgq8/S220/dp1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I wonder if the book was in any way an inspiration for The Truman Show?That's one of my favourite movies.&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~4/4lRagp2VP9Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/time-out-of-joint.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYNQHkycCp7ImA9WhRbEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040029436982409573.post-6711957893649522687</id><published>2012-02-02T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T22:49:51.798+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-02T22:49:51.798+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotables" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nostalgia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="incomprehensible" /><title>Passage from my favourite book...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6711957893649522687/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040029436982409573&amp;postID=6711957893649522687&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/6711957893649522687?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/6711957893649522687?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~3/YWVHHo3N7LU/passage-from-my-favourite-book.html" title="Passage from my favourite book..." /><author><name>jinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101792097171701677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCJh1E4xeGo/S_bPR-63WII/AAAAAAAACMo/cRndj-DVgq8/S220/dp1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">...so I'm just going to put it here for future reference (and not have to search through old entries):"You ask me about regret? Let me tell you a few things about regret, my darling. There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning of the chain that brought us from there to here. Should you regret the whole chain, and the air in between, or each link separately, as if you could uncouple them?&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~4/YWVHHo3N7LU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/passage-from-my-favourite-book.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcHSXs9fSp7ImA9WhRUGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040029436982409573.post-916860485886540404</id><published>2012-01-30T20:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T13:00:38.565+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-31T13:00:38.565+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="geeking out" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="odds and ends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="obsessions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lists" /><title>Three Things; TMI</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/916860485886540404/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040029436982409573&amp;postID=916860485886540404&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/916860485886540404?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/916860485886540404?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~3/CSkL_Q73_3Y/three-things-tmi.html" title="Three Things; TMI" /><author><name>jinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101792097171701677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCJh1E4xeGo/S_bPR-63WII/AAAAAAAACMo/cRndj-DVgq8/S220/dp1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">I did this on FB in 2009. Thought I'd do it again, just to see what has changed.Three Things You Want To Do Before You Die:1. Live in a big city elsewhere for a while2. Get a PhD3. Something I wouldn’t have thought of, but with someone I love and trust.Three Names You Go By:1. Jinx2. Jinxiepoo3. JXThree Screen Names You Have Had:1. prettyboy2. malfoyette3. jinxiepooThree Physical Things You Like &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~4/CSkL_Q73_3Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/three-things-tmi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEBQHk7fip7ImA9WhRVGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040029436982409573.post-6560673499749163470</id><published>2012-01-18T14:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T15:10:51.706+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-18T15:10:51.706+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="singapore" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rants and rambling" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="museum" /><title>Just noticed this interview with Tommy Koh</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6560673499749163470/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040029436982409573&amp;postID=6560673499749163470&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/6560673499749163470?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/6560673499749163470?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~3/FBq_CUaN9fY/just-noticed-this-interview-with-tommy.html" title="Just noticed this interview with Tommy Koh" /><author><name>jinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101792097171701677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCJh1E4xeGo/S_bPR-63WII/AAAAAAAACMo/cRndj-DVgq8/S220/dp1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">"Table Talk with Tommy Koh: Telling the Singapore story to the masses" by Cheong Suk-Wai published on 9 August 2011.What caught my attention was this little snippet (emphasis mine):CSW: But children here are still not allowed to fail.TK: But we have got better; you now have so many role models of people who did not prosper academically but found themselves in the Institute of Technical Education &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~4/FBq_CUaN9fY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-noticed-this-interview-with-tommy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EHRn4_fSp7ImA9WhRQGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040029436982409573.post-8376386179609506454</id><published>2011-12-14T23:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T00:53:57.045+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-15T00:53:57.045+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>Date a girl who reads redux : Date me! I read!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8376386179609506454/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040029436982409573&amp;postID=8376386179609506454&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/8376386179609506454?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/8376386179609506454?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~3/x1QJpxnffZs/date-girl-who-reads-redux-date-me-i.html" title="Date a girl who reads redux : Date me! I read!" /><author><name>jinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101792097171701677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCJh1E4xeGo/S_bPR-63WII/AAAAAAAACMo/cRndj-DVgq8/S220/dp1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">[Because I'm a girl who reads but doesn't write and has to resort to being derivative.]Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.I read. I love to read. I'm an equal-opportunity spender,&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~4/x1QJpxnffZs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/2011/12/date-girl-who-reads-redux-date-me-i.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8MRnszfSp7ImA9WhRQFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040029436982409573.post-7857052265126108164</id><published>2011-12-09T15:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T16:54:47.585+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-09T16:54:47.585+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fashion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photos" /><title>Who needs style when you have substance?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7857052265126108164/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040029436982409573&amp;postID=7857052265126108164&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/7857052265126108164?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/7857052265126108164?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~3/TeOiPk5Ds5w/who-needs-style-when-you-have-substance.html" title="Who needs style when you have substance?" /><author><name>jinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101792097171701677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCJh1E4xeGo/S_bPR-63WII/AAAAAAAACMo/cRndj-DVgq8/S220/dp1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-czo3_zyX13E/TuHJzslrlbI/AAAAAAAACg4/kpOR7zeajKA/s72-c/woohoo%2521.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">A look at my laundry basket (which needs to be cleared soon before unidentified lifeforms emerge) shows that I've been wearing variations on the same theme:1) Tank/racerback or ginormous loose top or both; and2) Skinny jeans; with3) Converse high tops, usually black.With exceptions of hoodies (I NEED MOAR HOODIES!) for freezing libraries and that one event with a dress code *cough*, that has &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/jinxiepoo?a=TeOiPk5Ds5w:fWlfbzzgf1I:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/jinxiepoo?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/jinxiepoo?a=TeOiPk5Ds5w:fWlfbzzgf1I:4cEx4HpKnUU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/jinxiepoo?i=TeOiPk5Ds5w:fWlfbzzgf1I:4cEx4HpKnUU" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/jinxiepoo?a=TeOiPk5Ds5w:fWlfbzzgf1I:qj6IDK7rITs"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/jinxiepoo?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~4/TeOiPk5Ds5w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/2011/12/who-needs-style-when-you-have-substance.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08BSHs6fip7ImA9WhRTFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040029436982409573.post-8018113845864766833</id><published>2011-11-05T21:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T23:10:59.516+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-05T23:10:59.516+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adam" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tommy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="makeup" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vlogging" /><title>Look what the cat dragged in...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8018113845864766833/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040029436982409573&amp;postID=8018113845864766833&amp;isPopup=true" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/8018113845864766833?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/8018113845864766833?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~3/kc0MRCTEQgQ/look-what-cat-dragged-in.html" title="Look what the cat dragged in..." /><author><name>jinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101792097171701677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCJh1E4xeGo/S_bPR-63WII/AAAAAAAACMo/cRndj-DVgq8/S220/dp1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eTNr4_77GYk/TrVEdo-DzPI/AAAAAAAACgE/oy96Ry2YvaQ/s72-c/TJR%2Bhalloween2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><content type="html">And by cat, you know I'm talking about the pretty kitty known as Tommy.This waste of makeup was inspired by Tommy Joe Ratliff (and Adam's awesome hair):And I did this, since it's been a long time since I put up a vlog:&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~4/kc0MRCTEQgQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/2011/11/look-what-cat-dragged-in.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMHSXk8fCp7ImA9WhdaGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040029436982409573.post-1693453360506989885</id><published>2011-10-08T00:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T20:47:18.774+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-29T20:47:18.774+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="geeking out" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rants and rambling" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nostalgia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="museum" /><title>Business of Heritage Conference 2011</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1693453360506989885/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040029436982409573&amp;postID=1693453360506989885&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/1693453360506989885?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/1693453360506989885?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~3/-2wHm5bnh8I/business-of-heritage-conference-2011.html" title="Business of Heritage Conference 2011" /><author><name>jinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101792097171701677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCJh1E4xeGo/S_bPR-63WII/AAAAAAAACMo/cRndj-DVgq8/S220/dp1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Before I lose all motivation to write about it...Edit: So I did lose motivation to blog. This post was started on the 8th and continued on the 29th!This year's conference felt more substantial to me, I guess because the organisers invited museum professionals/practitioners from the Smithsonian and the Australian Museum to talk on the theme of "Running World Class Museums". Last year's speakers &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~4/-2wHm5bnh8I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/2011/10/business-of-heritage-conference-2011.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQGRng-eSp7ImA9WhdUFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040029436982409573.post-3251128066700408764</id><published>2011-10-03T23:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T23:38:47.651+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-03T23:38:47.651+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tommy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="obsessions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shorts" /><title>While searching for images to use as desktop backgrounds...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3251128066700408764/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040029436982409573&amp;postID=3251128066700408764&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/3251128066700408764?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/3251128066700408764?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~3/dZtl1wtpdQQ/while-searching-for-large-images-for.html" title="While searching for images to use as desktop backgrounds..." /><author><name>jinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101792097171701677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCJh1E4xeGo/S_bPR-63WII/AAAAAAAACMo/cRndj-DVgq8/S220/dp1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-crE79WyJxjg/TonWAgdgC7I/AAAAAAAACfw/ZiJHXFtfcUo/s72-c/googlesearchresult.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Look what I found!Proof of my Tommy Joe Ratliff obsession. Description under the image is apt.&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/jinxiepoo?a=dZtl1wtpdQQ:OXUjFUA7XSE:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/jinxiepoo?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/jinxiepoo?a=dZtl1wtpdQQ:OXUjFUA7XSE:4cEx4HpKnUU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/jinxiepoo?i=dZtl1wtpdQQ:OXUjFUA7XSE:4cEx4HpKnUU" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/jinxiepoo?a=dZtl1wtpdQQ:OXUjFUA7XSE:qj6IDK7rITs"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/jinxiepoo?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~4/dZtl1wtpdQQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/2011/10/while-searching-for-large-images-for.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEFSH0-cSp7ImA9WhdUFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040029436982409573.post-9178116283117141040</id><published>2011-10-01T12:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T12:16:59.359+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-01T12:16:59.359+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotables" /><title>Rilke?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9178116283117141040/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040029436982409573&amp;postID=9178116283117141040&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/9178116283117141040?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/9178116283117141040?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~3/GiUvP_qcQao/rilke.html" title="Rilke?" /><author><name>jinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101792097171701677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCJh1E4xeGo/S_bPR-63WII/AAAAAAAACMo/cRndj-DVgq8/S220/dp1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">It is not inertia alone that is responsible for human relationships repeating themselves from case to case, indescribably monotonous and unrenewed: it is shyness before any sort of new, unforeseeable experience with which one does not think oneself able to cope. But only someone who is ready for everything, who excludes nothing, not even the most enigmatical, will live the relation to another as &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~4/GiUvP_qcQao" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/2011/10/rilke.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcDQ3Y7fyp7ImA9WhdUEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040029436982409573.post-7614422403743809103</id><published>2011-09-27T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T10:54:32.807+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-27T10:54:32.807+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="odds and ends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="arts" /><title>You're  Culture Curious</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7614422403743809103/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040029436982409573&amp;postID=7614422403743809103&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/7614422403743809103?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/7614422403743809103?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~3/A-Cur9fUIY4/youre-culture-curious.html" title="You're  Culture Curious" /><author><name>jinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101792097171701677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCJh1E4xeGo/S_bPR-63WII/AAAAAAAACMo/cRndj-DVgq8/S220/dp1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6fSrvMXTjvQ/ToE6Fu7jJkI/AAAAAAAACfo/ol_ct1xITd8/s72-c/vdna.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">(It's official, I've reverted to those post-quiz-results-on-your-blog days circa 2000. They didn't include the wedding cake topper! It was my answer for the question: "Which issue are you most passionate about?" #duh)Modern in your thinking and fun loving in your outlook on life, you are on the pulse of what's hot and you are not afraid to push the boundaries in the name of style and creativity. &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~4/A-Cur9fUIY4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/2011/09/youre-culture-curious.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAAQnY7fip7ImA9WhdUEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040029436982409573.post-4247911687572391933</id><published>2011-09-26T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T21:29:03.806+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-26T21:29:03.806+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="odds and ends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tommy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="obsessions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="men" /><title>So I went to do one of those quiz/meme things</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4247911687572391933/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040029436982409573&amp;postID=4247911687572391933&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/4247911687572391933?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/4247911687572391933?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~3/VdI2aRiCqSc/so-i-went-to-do-one-of-those-quizmeme.html" title="So I went to do one of those quiz/meme things" /><author><name>jinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101792097171701677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCJh1E4xeGo/S_bPR-63WII/AAAAAAAACMo/cRndj-DVgq8/S220/dp1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Your rainbow is strongly shaded black and red.       What is says about you: You are a passionate person. You appreciate mystery. You get bored easily and want friends who will keep up with you. You may meet people who are afraid of you.Find the colors of your rainbow at spacefem.com.That last sentence, I don't like it too much. :( I'm a shy little thing, who'd be afraid of me?But yes, I do get &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~4/VdI2aRiCqSc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-i-went-to-do-one-of-those-quizmeme.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4CSHc4eCp7ImA9WhdVGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040029436982409573.post-8775883288786925018</id><published>2011-09-25T11:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T11:56:09.930+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-25T11:56:09.930+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tommy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="obsessions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotables" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>In my own world</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8775883288786925018/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040029436982409573&amp;postID=8775883288786925018&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/8775883288786925018?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/8775883288786925018?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~3/pvBoqsDSAz4/in-my-own-world.html" title="In my own world" /><author><name>jinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101792097171701677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCJh1E4xeGo/S_bPR-63WII/AAAAAAAACMo/cRndj-DVgq8/S220/dp1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I love the author and I think this is a wonderful description:Tommy's world was centered around time that belonged to himself only. He forgot about everything. It was his, and he didn't need anything else. And this made him a sucky boyfriend. Adam had seen girls cry because Tommy didn't need them, didn't ask anything from them, didn't feel like he wanted to even have a life with them. Not because&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~4/pvBoqsDSAz4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-my-own-world.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMFR349fyp7ImA9WhdWGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040029436982409573.post-6959257761717777505</id><published>2011-09-12T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T17:40:16.067+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-12T17:40:16.067+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rants and rambling" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insanity and drama" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>Bizarre doesn't even begin to cover it.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6959257761717777505/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040029436982409573&amp;postID=6959257761717777505&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/6959257761717777505?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/6959257761717777505?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~3/Po1kHoPE_Ew/bizarre-doesnt-even-begin-to-cover-it.html" title="Bizarre doesn't even begin to cover it." /><author><name>jinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101792097171701677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCJh1E4xeGo/S_bPR-63WII/AAAAAAAACMo/cRndj-DVgq8/S220/dp1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">So I had a little dream last night...I WAS GETTING MARRIED. (I should probably write about the coop meet-up yesterday but this definitely tops it. Sorry, dudes.)It felt so awkward! Before the ceremony, we were talking to each other politely - and you know me (on second thoughts, maybe not when it comes to this), I don't do polite nor disinterested nor distance, not when it comes to my own &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~4/Po1kHoPE_Ew" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/2011/09/bizarre-doesnt-even-begin-to-cover-it.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcAQHs8eip7ImA9WhdWEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040029436982409573.post-8741094580199387658</id><published>2011-09-04T17:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T22:37:21.572+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-04T22:37:21.572+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogging" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nostalgia" /><title>The blog is dead, long live the blog!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8741094580199387658/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040029436982409573&amp;postID=8741094580199387658&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/8741094580199387658?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/8741094580199387658?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~3/lVuPqiuDwQA/blog-is-dead-long-live-blog.html" title="The blog is dead, long live the blog!" /><author><name>jinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101792097171701677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCJh1E4xeGo/S_bPR-63WII/AAAAAAAACMo/cRndj-DVgq8/S220/dp1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Wow, there's so much white in the new Blogger interface.

I remember the very first interface Blogger had. There was a lot of blue, much like Tumblr now - come to think of it, Facebook and Twitter use blue too. Is it a neutral or universally-pleasing colour in design or something? Why not orange or pink?

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~4/c7O7zlY_jOQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/2011/07/on-archives.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQAQ384fip7ImA9WhZbGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040029436982409573.post-1743410221048010030</id><published>2011-06-24T22:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T23:45:42.136+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-24T23:45:42.136+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="obsessions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="guitar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><title>Shoes and guitars - things a girl can't have enough of.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1743410221048010030/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040029436982409573&amp;postID=1743410221048010030&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/1743410221048010030?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/1743410221048010030?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~3/ABFwQnRCwPU/shoes-and-guitars-things-girl-cant-have.html" title="Shoes and guitars - things a girl can't have enough of." /><author><name>jinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101792097171701677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCJh1E4xeGo/S_bPR-63WII/AAAAAAAACMo/cRndj-DVgq8/S220/dp1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wLkkG3YZQpE/TgSpBQ0M9bI/AAAAAAAACdQ/c2_V2AnFAhY/s72-c/51299--tony-bacon-the-fender-electric-guitar-book-3rd-edition-large.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I swear I own only sneakers and high heels. (Okay and two pairs of slippers and a pair of gladiator sandals.) I bought a pair of black sneakers yesterday! So excited about wearing them out tomorrow.Still thinking about the guitar though. I definitely want an electric guitar, but I'm not sure if I should "upgrade" my acoustic as well. Then comes the question of which electric guitar to buy, and &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~4/ABFwQnRCwPU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/2011/06/shoes-and-guitars-things-girl-cant-have.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIERHkyfCp7ImA9WhZUGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040029436982409573.post-71689994281988699</id><published>2011-06-11T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T00:08:25.794+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-12T00:08:25.794+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotables" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="workaholic" /><title>She knew money was an illusion, but she also knew that she needed food in her hardly illusory belly.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/71689994281988699/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040029436982409573&amp;postID=71689994281988699&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/71689994281988699?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/71689994281988699?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~3/OLHufQPbeto/she-knew-money-was-illusion-but-she.html" title="She knew money was an illusion, but she also knew that she needed food in her hardly illusory belly." /><author><name>jinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101792097171701677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCJh1E4xeGo/S_bPR-63WII/AAAAAAAACMo/cRndj-DVgq8/S220/dp1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">"Inglorious" by Joanna KavennaThe tone in this novel is pretty detached, but I feel that it works even better this way since the protagonist seems self-centred but at the same time, lost. Okay I'm only 50 pages in, so I should be reserving judgment...This passage stood out, though, because job-hunting $&amp;amp;*#!*ing sucks.Whatever they might all say, she had really been trying to get a job. She knew &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~4/ubapjmSs6n8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/2011/05/finished-reading-joystick-nation-by-jc.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4BQXs5eyp7ImA9WhZVE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040029436982409573.post-1176127593402181288</id><published>2011-05-25T13:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T15:02:30.523+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-25T15:02:30.523+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotables" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>Just read "Literacy and Longing in L.A."</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1176127593402181288/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040029436982409573&amp;postID=1176127593402181288&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/1176127593402181288?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/1176127593402181288?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~3/HSvVa9sG0rI/just-read-literacy-and-longing-in-la.html" title="Just read &quot;Literacy and Longing in L.A.&quot;" /><author><name>jinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101792097171701677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCJh1E4xeGo/S_bPR-63WII/AAAAAAAACMo/cRndj-DVgq8/S220/dp1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">It starts with that quote from Borges:"I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library."How could I not love it?This novel by Jennifer Kaufman and Karen Mack has so many elements I love - bibliophilia, the glitz of L.A. (thank Adam for that), witty bookstore people, single (okay, technically separated) woman NOT living in a messy one-room apartment, name-dropping everywhere, and &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~4/HSvVa9sG0rI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-read-literacy-and-longing-in-la.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08GRHk9eyp7ImA9WhZVEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040029436982409573.post-4553081999796932231</id><published>2011-05-22T19:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T21:10:25.763+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-22T21:10:25.763+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="odds and ends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insanity and drama" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><title>Currently reading "Zero Degrees of Empathy" by Simon Baron-Cohen</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4553081999796932231/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040029436982409573&amp;postID=4553081999796932231&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/4553081999796932231?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/4553081999796932231?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~3/g-k1mblWsG0/currently-reading-zero-degrees-of.html" title="Currently reading &quot;Zero Degrees of Empathy&quot; by Simon Baron-Cohen" /><author><name>jinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101792097171701677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCJh1E4xeGo/S_bPR-63WII/AAAAAAAACMo/cRndj-DVgq8/S220/dp1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">This book caught my eye right away; it comes right after I told a newspaper intern how great museum docents should have empathy for their visitors and historical empathy towards, well, historical figures and the periods that they've lived through.It also comes after I read articles on schizoid personality disorder and avoidant personality disorder. And before that, I was reading up on Asperger's &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~4/g-k1mblWsG0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/2011/05/currently-reading-zero-degrees-of.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcBQX07fyp7ImA9WhZWGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040029436982409573.post-1701461775614654950</id><published>2011-05-20T18:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T18:07:30.307+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-20T18:07:30.307+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>Date a Girl Who Reads [a response]</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jinxiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1701461775614654950/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6040029436982409573&amp;postID=1701461775614654950&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/1701461775614654950?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040029436982409573/posts/default/1701461775614654950?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/jinxiepoo/~3/N8cu3TjA2UI/date-girl-who-reads-response.html" title="Date a Girl Who Reads [a response]" /><author><name>jinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101792097171701677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCJh1E4xeGo/S_bPR-63WII/AAAAAAAACMo/cRndj-DVgq8/S220/dp1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">[I love these things! Thanks, Mel.]Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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