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Chimps</category><title>Random Musings</title><description>Are You Ready To Think?</description><link>http://abigailekuewrites.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Abigail)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>224</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/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/randomabigailmusings" /><feedburner:info uri="randomabigailmusings" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226666467004273962.post-530384705789839247</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2012 19:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-16T14:22:40.747-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">women</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rant</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Madonna</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vagina</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">opening your legs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spread eagle</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random Musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">body image</category><title>Open Your Legs, Ladies</title><atom:summary>





Madonna is always opening her legs.



During a conversation in which a friend gave me the play-by-play of the Grammy's (I didn't watch), it segued to Glen Campbell being one of the best performances of the night. I chalk that up to him being from an era where you had to perform and entertain the crowd with talent. This led us to Madonna. I said my last memory of an awards show is Madonna </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~3/Aa9vdZGiNaI/open-your-legs-ladies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abigail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-unDyoor4H_k/Tz090Vy3xOI/AAAAAAAAA2U/VDac01OUMu8/s72-c/BasketCase-18.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r5OWyKINo9ujyr_bYnsbmW1agAk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r5OWyKINo9ujyr_bYnsbmW1agAk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r5OWyKINo9ujyr_bYnsbmW1agAk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r5OWyKINo9ujyr_bYnsbmW1agAk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~4/Aa9vdZGiNaI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://abigailekuewrites.blogspot.com/2012/02/open-your-legs-ladies.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226666467004273962.post-1220249890634827719</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Feb 2012 23:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-15T18:39:38.634-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">New York</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bruno</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">burgers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">restaurant</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beef</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Longhorn</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fear</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">BLT Burger</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Longhorn cattle</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">anecdote</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">taxidermy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food</category><title>BLT, Bruno And Me</title><atom:summary>



Bruno



As I peered from behind my BLT Burger menu, I took in the sight of the massive steer, horns cutting clear across the restaurant. He hadn't noticed me. He was watching the table full of women before him.

Bruno is his name. He scared the bejesus out of me.

My friend offered to change seats with me. The waiter later suggested the same. Oh no. I couldn't have my back to Bruno. I had to</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~3/HSgGVmgA3nE/blt-bruno-and-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abigail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gzTwvL8ckRU/TztOTOSijGI/AAAAAAAAA2E/VeXU8VVLskU/s72-c/Bruno-2012-02-14_22.43.51.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_wkTZlQMhb7C1RZ2q5VFKRlPzpY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_wkTZlQMhb7C1RZ2q5VFKRlPzpY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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Photo By: William Perls




There are coincidences in life.

I'm aware of them.

Last week, I was introduced to the term for those coincidences that are a bit more - synchronicity.


We stood on Rivington Street and discussed art, philosophy and metaphysics. BEAU commented on how small the world is and that his life is full of synchronicity lately. Turns out I went to one of his shows in </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~3/iOTb__6QGvQ/synchronicity.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abigail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ddTVpRJaVzg/TzqHKn25_LI/AAAAAAAAA18/w9ziYf2F14g/s72-c/synchronicity31.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zmDQ7sG55NsWIuruZyxKWQtQLK4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zmDQ7sG55NsWIuruZyxKWQtQLK4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zmDQ7sG55NsWIuruZyxKWQtQLK4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zmDQ7sG55NsWIuruZyxKWQtQLK4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~4/iOTb__6QGvQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://abigailekuewrites.blogspot.com/2012/02/synchronicity.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226666467004273962.post-3458361356806253226</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2012 16:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-15T18:31:21.373-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rant</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">childbirth</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pregnancy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Beyoncé</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Beyonce after pregnancy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">health</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">exercise</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fitness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">body image</category><title>Pregnancy, Exercise and Beyoncé</title><atom:summary>






The above showed up on my Tumblr timeline this week. The reblogs and likes included comments like, "I can't believe she just had a baby!", "How can she look like that after giving birth!", "My goal is to look like Beyoncé", "Told you she was never pregnant!"


Why is it expected that a woman will look like a shell of her former self after giving birth? Yes, there will be changes in her </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~3/YVRMJ2g7tb8/pregnancy-exercise-and-beyonce.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abigail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DId0DNcjtQs/TzPsp9mFpmI/AAAAAAAAA10/MEnQwN747g0/s72-c/Beyonce+post+baby.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7mqfNCyuy-xFCkwmfbapO1iidCg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7mqfNCyuy-xFCkwmfbapO1iidCg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7mqfNCyuy-xFCkwmfbapO1iidCg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7mqfNCyuy-xFCkwmfbapO1iidCg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~4/YVRMJ2g7tb8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://abigailekuewrites.blogspot.com/2012/02/pregnancy-exercise-and-beyonce.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226666467004273962.post-8557811957739924353</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2012 21:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-17T19:04:48.849-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">woman</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">womb</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">women's health</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">health</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nausea</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">street harassment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">medication</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">anecdote</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pain</category><title>Pain, Pain, Go Away</title><atom:summary>




I've had a uterus my entire life. We've had a very amicable relationship. At about 3 pm on Monday afternoon something upset her. She slowly grew enraged. But I was weathering her storm. At about 8 o'clock while I was trying to wind down she was just getting started. I text a friend about these newfangled pains I was experiencing. I wasn't doubled over but was definitely uncomfortable. They </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~3/NrFzjuOuQUE/pain-pain-go-away.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abigail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fD2Rb7TCJzg/TxXcNwu1NhI/AAAAAAAAA1s/K_CzFiQtzD0/s72-c/Pain-Pain-Go-Away.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/X6_LXcwms6ouOMt_HO8AMdV0-pM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/X6_LXcwms6ouOMt_HO8AMdV0-pM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/X6_LXcwms6ouOMt_HO8AMdV0-pM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/X6_LXcwms6ouOMt_HO8AMdV0-pM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~4/NrFzjuOuQUE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://abigailekuewrites.blogspot.com/2012/01/pain-pain-go-away.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226666467004273962.post-5115248831726603851</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2012 20:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-07T15:23:13.074-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Why is Your Black Beautiful</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Black and Latino Film Coalition</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal statement</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Black is Beautiful</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">natural hair</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Black woman</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">feminism</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">body image</category><title>Your Black Is Beautiful</title><atom:summary>






I was contacted earlier this week about participating in an upcoming PSA and documentary, Black is Beautiful, a project created by Babatunde Odesanya of the Black and Latino Film Coalition.


"This
documentary is the culmination of 100 Black and Latina women verbally celebrating the
strength, power and beauty of being a person of color.  From their hair, to their features to their
varied </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~3/bo5KFbRrEhU/your-black-is-beautiful.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abigail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l4-alOjEOn8/TwimcFCUJ2I/AAAAAAAAA1c/ZxgCalKh6V4/s72-c/asana_exposed-277-2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QBRsSlmqbxzfUmg_U6xScxE4-MQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QBRsSlmqbxzfUmg_U6xScxE4-MQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QBRsSlmqbxzfUmg_U6xScxE4-MQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QBRsSlmqbxzfUmg_U6xScxE4-MQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~4/bo5KFbRrEhU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://abigailekuewrites.blogspot.com/2012/01/your-black-is-beautiful.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226666467004273962.post-7398038231011931701</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2011 20:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-10T21:32:37.120-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Troy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pierce</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Childish Gambino</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">characters</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">community</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Abed</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Arrested Development</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NBC</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">television</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Greendale Community College</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Britta</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random Musings</category><title>Greendale Community College</title><atom:summary>







I had been slowly falling out of love with Community. I didn't know what was going on this season (and the latter part of Season 2). The episodes just weren't the same. It was as though they felt they had to place the characters in outrageous or "meta" situations to keep the show interesting.


In my opinion, what works for a television show about a study group in community college is to </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~3/i458XjVsFxk/greendale-community-college.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abigail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QueKQcScuZM/TuQO8k4jRGI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Thcdzgrn4n0/s72-c/community-library.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0PWm6aUX3K2Vrp8Zps4k6I9COEY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0PWm6aUX3K2Vrp8Zps4k6I9COEY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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It's been a long time since I've related to and enjoyed an episode of The Simpsons (I didn't even get all the references in "The Food Wife" and that's saying something). I've always loved the show for it's social commentary and satire. Being a fan of ensemble heist films (Ocean's Eleven and The Italian Job top the list), and a writer, I smiled throughout the entire episode, "The Book Job</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~3/Nal-UNO6nTw/much-needed-book-job.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abigail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkcFCDCQlmU/TtEi6ZAgVLI/AAAAAAAAA08/VoxsR2qJXNo/s72-c/The+Book+Job+title+card.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-RlkLc_2Dh4v62xSFjwXaLAygV0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-RlkLc_2Dh4v62xSFjwXaLAygV0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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I love chocolate. I saw a tweet on my timeline about a week ago asking Tweeters
to tell Greyston Bakery why they deserve free brownies. Hmm… I responded, not
sure if it was a legit tweet but excited nonetheless. Turns out it was very
legit.











I
received my gift on Wednesday evening. A Do Goodie box containing four
brownies: Walnut Fudge Brownie, Espresso Bean Brownie, Brown </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~3/gWZ3toGNSVg/do-goodies-from-greyston-bakery.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abigail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wK6tE5iUZqA/TsqNZt1cu0I/AAAAAAAAA0E/VK8eEhUFziw/s72-c/IMG_8542.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ogq8puAl4KQHE3cP3f2avmA1rEo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ogq8puAl4KQHE3cP3f2avmA1rEo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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Clear &amp; Lucid &amp; Natural &amp; Simple by Conscious. It can be a quick read for instant "aha moments" or one that can take a few days to get through because his gems of wisdom will cause moments of contemplation.


While reading Clear &amp; Lucid I had flashbacks to many of the conversations I've had with Conscious. Why won't he use revolving doors? He explained it to me in such a way that it's up to</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~3/J1DAnYWvLA0/clear-lucid-natural-simple-conscious.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abigail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lFlYfP67qCo/TrrLDI0ER6I/AAAAAAAAAz8/7qdE6rHdOqE/s72-c/ClearLucidNaturalSimple.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tCire736yG8e543u2qYUAOnc-q4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tCire736yG8e543u2qYUAOnc-q4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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ING NYC Marathon 



After drinks and a PG-13 rated sleepover, we woke to sunshine and cheers from along 4th Avenue. My sleep haze cleared instantly as I rushed to his living room window. The wheelchair racers whizzed by on their hand bikes.


I've always had a connection with the ING NYC Marathon--maybe because it takes place in November, maybe because it's a "NY thing", maybe it's the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~3/Fwm5CnbHXpw/marathon-of-inspiration.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abigail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EfzvrqMD0TE/TrlXl_gZCJI/AAAAAAAAAzM/hkwayblIOME/s72-c/Marathon442552118.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yEn8sQLEqXjeLWy8ttlOCvSzba0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yEn8sQLEqXjeLWy8ttlOCvSzba0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yEn8sQLEqXjeLWy8ttlOCvSzba0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yEn8sQLEqXjeLWy8ttlOCvSzba0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~4/Fwm5CnbHXpw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://abigailekuewrites.blogspot.com/2011/11/marathon-of-inspiration.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226666467004273962.post-2312249035444361567</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2011 18:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-17T13:02:01.624-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Savoy Ballroom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">New York</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bryant park</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Charleston</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1930's</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">swing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Foxtrot</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lindy hop</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Citi Pond</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">anecdote</category><title>Shall We Dance?</title><atom:summary>





"Do you dance?" he asked.

"What do you mean, like in general?" I asked. "Yeah, I dance."

"Do you dance to this kind of music?" The music playing was 30's, 40's &amp; 50's swing, jazz and blues.

"No, I've never danced to this."

He extended his hand, "Shall we?"


After the Holiday Shops Opening event, that is how I ended my Thursday evening in Bryant Park under a crystal clear sky and waxing</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~3/eTHJi7GC4Ds/shall-we-dance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abigail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qknPr3HT_M/TrV9ruqh6fI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1J9wvrQG7k0/s72-c/ShallWeDance_Swing.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wH7jv9q2R5iJnaLG_tsAkiOls0Y/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wH7jv9q2R5iJnaLG_tsAkiOls0Y/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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I'm reporting to you live from home. Not from Zuccotti Park or Washington Square Park or a holding cell. I haven't been down to the protest site. Me, Miss Rebel Rouser. I most certainly have reason to. I am part of the 99%. Don't have a job to call out from to join Occupy Wall Street (one of the reasons I'm in the 99%). Yet, the protest, the movement, doesn't feel organic. Would I be more </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~3/3qvsSk7sIfY/occupy-wall-street-my-two-cents.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abigail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yftnWLzEpHQ/TpHSryhQuVI/AAAAAAAAAy0/bWUr539aC0E/s72-c/adbusters_occupy-wall-street.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KJT3OBXcNpP3ClaLu-JacfKDUtU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KJT3OBXcNpP3ClaLu-JacfKDUtU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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Note: The above was NOT forcibly removed
"Storm Drain", Man. Toy.



These men...no matter how old, they just love to whip it out

That's a text message I received from a girlfriend after I told her I'd received a dick pic seconds before. I replied to her: Yeah! It's like their badge or something!


Men and their penises.

They love to show them off.

Even when you didn't plead to see it.

</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~3/-0-F4H7QWF8/i-didnt-ask-to-see-your-penis.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abigail)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bH78mIvBjVw5HrF8re-bGzyRRH0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bH78mIvBjVw5HrF8re-bGzyRRH0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bH78mIvBjVw5HrF8re-bGzyRRH0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bH78mIvBjVw5HrF8re-bGzyRRH0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~4/-0-F4H7QWF8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://abigailekuewrites.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-didnt-ask-to-see-your-penis.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226666467004273962.post-3805800843912488401</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2011 21:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-04T17:54:04.319-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">freedom of expression</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">freedom of speech</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bessie Jackson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Too Much Boogie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Till The Cows Come Home</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">books</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lucille Bogan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pussy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fuck</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">obscene</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">erotica</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Richard Dooling</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">erotic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">language</category><title>Rhythm And F'n Blues</title><atom:summary>




While hanging with a friend a few nights ago, a song came on his shuffle that perked my ears right up. It was raw. At first I thought it was a spoof but he informed me that it was an actual recording by Lucille Bogan -- "Till The Cows Come Home". He gave me a brief history lesson on the life of Lucille Bogan (aka Bessie Jackson who was a known prostitute and would at times fuck men with </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~3/9brGVj8tpQY/rhythm-and-fn-blues.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abigail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_zA2OnHR57Q/Tot25WFTXwI/AAAAAAAAAyw/0oH7FunJNkY/s72-c/Lucille+Bogan+2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bPrbxtq5-WODfSfLO_V7rXEUejc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bPrbxtq5-WODfSfLO_V7rXEUejc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bPrbxtq5-WODfSfLO_V7rXEUejc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bPrbxtq5-WODfSfLO_V7rXEUejc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~4/9brGVj8tpQY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://abigailekuewrites.blogspot.com/2011/10/rhythm-and-fn-blues.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226666467004273962.post-7506775179118960009</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Sep 2011 20:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-24T16:19:04.824-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kelsey Grammer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">characters</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dick Solomon</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">David Hyde Pierce</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Harry Solomon</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">television</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">creative</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">John Lithgow</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Frasier</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Niles Crane</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">French Stewart</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">aliens</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">3rd Rock From the Sun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random Musings</category><title>Frasier Meets 3rd Rock From The Sun</title><atom:summary>











I would love to see Dick Solomon (John Lithgow, 3rd Rock from the Sun) and Frasier Crane (Kelsey Grammer, Frasier) meet one another. I think their character dynamic would be very entertaining and competitive. Just imagine all the polysyllabic chest-pounding!


Setting:
Seattle, Washington circa 1999


Premise:
Dick Solomon and his family, Sally, Harry and Tommy are new tenants in the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~3/x2gxl42pKvs/frasier-meets-3rd-rock-from-sun.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abigail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XUAxjlbZi5M/Tn42sHbdrCI/AAAAAAAAAyY/9C-FNd58zkE/s72-c/Frasier" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M06Q0TABjz7HQYnF9794tFNY6Bg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M06Q0TABjz7HQYnF9794tFNY6Bg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M06Q0TABjz7HQYnF9794tFNY6Bg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M06Q0TABjz7HQYnF9794tFNY6Bg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~4/x2gxl42pKvs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://abigailekuewrites.blogspot.com/2011/09/frasier-meets-3rd-rock-from-sun.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226666467004273962.post-5729191240554136355</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Sep 2011 15:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-20T11:47:44.455-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">online dating</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">depression</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dating</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">red flags</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">email</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">connection</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">online predation</category><title>Waving The Red Flag</title><atom:summary>






My online dating experiment continues...I received this note in response to one I sent after reading someone's post/profile:

Hey Abigail,Thanks for answering my little post. I forgot to mention something that may be very important to you: I'm short. 5'7 ... just thought I'd mention it. ;)By the way, I try to stay fit also. I run every day. And try to avoid unhealthy stuff. It's too easy </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~3/WaRhif3SmwU/waving-red-flag_20.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abigail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nKEfOHUxQtg/TnZFBipPG-I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/oqQ454RmqrM/s72-c/obviousredflags.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DoVRK7r_GoQh6znx8kYq2FA7A8M/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DoVRK7r_GoQh6znx8kYq2FA7A8M/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DoVRK7r_GoQh6znx8kYq2FA7A8M/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DoVRK7r_GoQh6znx8kYq2FA7A8M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~4/WaRhif3SmwU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://abigailekuewrites.blogspot.com/2011/09/waving-red-flag_20.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226666467004273962.post-5068668388148043558</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2011 16:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-19T12:18:42.646-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">New York</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">delicious</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cake doughnuts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">brown bag</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gelato</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">binge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pret A Manger</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Doughnut Plant</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">chocolate</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Brown Bag Bakery</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">craving</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thai chili chocolate</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">il laboratorio del gelato</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dark chocolate</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food</category><title>3-Day Chocolate Binge</title><atom:summary>




My chocolate binge has lasted a lot longer than three days. I've lost track of the number of Snickers, Pret A Manger brownies, chocolate chip granola bars, chocolate coated graham crackers and Peanut M&amp;Ms I've downed recently. Last week, three treats really stood out.




Blackout Tuesday

A friend and I stopped in at the Doughnut Plant (not the original on Grand St, the one on 23rd st). "</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~3/fTgFCVl8c1k/3-day-chocolate-binge.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abigail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Qp35roI1Sk/TndmXMb89VI/AAAAAAAAAyU/GuufXQhAAC8/s72-c/I_love_chocolate.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BBq-58JZoLP-l_P-Mu37kWA5dfs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BBq-58JZoLP-l_P-Mu37kWA5dfs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BBq-58JZoLP-l_P-Mu37kWA5dfs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BBq-58JZoLP-l_P-Mu37kWA5dfs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~4/fTgFCVl8c1k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://abigailekuewrites.blogspot.com/2011/09/3-day-chocolate-binge.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226666467004273962.post-2101334432133472343</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2011 03:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-18T23:42:00.115-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Clinton Street Baking Company</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">etiquette</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dating</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">table manners</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">restaurant</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">chicken and waffles</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">eating</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">chicken</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hands</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food</category><title>Table Manners</title><atom:summary>





I had a meal with a man on Friday. As we walked through the LES we decided to go to Clinton Street Baking Company. So far so good. Chose the Chicken and Waffles off the menu. Ok, nothing to report about there. Then dinner was served.





He ate like a Neanderthal (no disrespect to any other Neanderthals who may be reading this). He attacked the chicken like it wasn't already dead. I took a</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~3/OrpLFKdLU7g/table-manners.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abigail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cEI6MUTEfNo/TnYebo1LtnI/AAAAAAAAAyM/ZLx2gM805yk/s72-c/table+manners.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iFeaIrBQb855-wg32OjV2y6opto/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iFeaIrBQb855-wg32OjV2y6opto/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iFeaIrBQb855-wg32OjV2y6opto/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iFeaIrBQb855-wg32OjV2y6opto/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~4/OrpLFKdLU7g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://abigailekuewrites.blogspot.com/2011/09/table-manners.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226666467004273962.post-6706357417947608854</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Sep 2011 15:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-21T15:04:37.167-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">New York</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ring of Honor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">WWE Universe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">WWF</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fans</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">TNA</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Madison Square Garden</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sports</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wrestlemania</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">MSG</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ROH</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Vladimir the Superfan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Impact Wrestling</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Vladimir</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">World Wrestling Entertainment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random Musings</category><title>It's A Small WWE Universe</title><atom:summary>




The WWE Universe is vast yet small. Especially to a die hard fan and in New York. On Sunday morning, September 11, on my way home from my doggy weekend, I boarded a bus. I noticed a man sitting in the back. He had a very familiar face. I stole glances and got caught looking several times. I was trying to figure out where I knew him from. My initial thought was his name was Vladimir. I </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~3/J-ZZC7Ti5M8/its-small-wwe-universe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abigail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8lsPVDfMGsE/TnYOaMsoDhI/AAAAAAAAAyA/HdsxQGRLL6o/s72-c/Vladimir+and+Sid.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gfHUlIVgom_r5pCrP-idVg9SeP8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gfHUlIVgom_r5pCrP-idVg9SeP8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gfHUlIVgom_r5pCrP-idVg9SeP8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gfHUlIVgom_r5pCrP-idVg9SeP8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~4/J-ZZC7Ti5M8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://abigailekuewrites.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-small-wwe-universe.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226666467004273962.post-7374601506335278058</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Sep 2011 13:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-18T10:27:43.234-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poop scoops</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">New York</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dogs 101</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Carl Schurz Park</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cesar Millan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dogs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">park</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pet photography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Animal Planet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Dog Whisperer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dog walk</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dog sitting</category><title>A Dog's Weekend</title><atom:summary>






First cats, now dogs...


My friend hired me to pet-sit for a few days. There was also a cat present but rarely seen.


Meet Oscar and Lucy!




Oscar





Lucy




Day 1: Not a full day. I arrived at my friend's apartment after work and was greeted with unbelievable enthusiasm and energy. I could tell I'd walked in on a play session they'd organized for themselves. It took about 45 </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~3/ipzs0sh_GXA/dogs-weekend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abigail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TtTOjNr_nME/Tm6ziNQq9UI/AAAAAAAAAwc/hIEw9pRu6c0/s72-c/Oscar-12.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RJ9BCQwfh30ozXlONhGT1shVO74/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RJ9BCQwfh30ozXlONhGT1shVO74/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~3/rr0Hg5LoSs4/empire-state-of-mind-911-tribute.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abigail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/WozKutSbz8Y/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7FCFI-Ajg12q-DmL-6bNWyn3wDo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7FCFI-Ajg12q-DmL-6bNWyn3wDo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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Music.

It took me to 1960's Brooklyn and 1980's Harlem.

Took me through Argentinian pride and Uruguay strife.

It celebrated the West Indies and declared independence for Brazil.

Music took me to lovers' beds and hearts. The trips and falls in and out of love.

Took me to the great State of Texas.

Music took me to New Orleans to march with the saints.

Took me to a blues joint.

Music </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/randomabigailmusings/~3/xzU8HrhmamA/sunday-jam-session.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abigail)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eIIe-gkw2vg/Tma_1yBOTDI/AAAAAAAAAwU/prmReQabH-o/s72-c/SeptJamSession-23.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PvAVxvyU7PDOt52hvAYckqqMmdE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PvAVxvyU7PDOt52hvAYckqqMmdE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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I had another "Aha!" moment this morning. Yesterday, I had a photo shoot for the upcoming Asana Exposed -- a photographic essay book on the transformative power of naked yoga from the creator of Naked Yoga NYC, ISIS Phoenix, with photographer Mike Cinquino. I've mentioned my naked yoga history briefly on this blog before. Very excited to be a part of this project!


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