<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:37:34.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pacific Daylight Time</title><subtitle type='html'>My first blog was about my year living, working, and traveling in Europe, but life in Los Angeles is pretty exciting, special, and--I HOPE--interesting as well.  Here is my latest blog all about my life on the left coast. I will record here those parts that are fit for public consumption.  =)  I hope you enjoy it!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-6275305820092747196</id><published>2011-03-01T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T12:50:41.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Oscar goes to...</title><content type='html'>Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Oscar season is in the history books, and people are saying (surprise, surprise) it was dull.  Well, duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How exciting is it EVER?  If you are not nominated for an award, winning an award, presenting an award, or attending the star-studded after-parties, is it ever really that exciting?  Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people are saying now—everywhere—that the hosts bombed.  It seems to me that people say that every year.  But how can Oscar hosts bomb?  Their mission:  act silly; have fun—or look as if you are; deliver someone’s corny, pre-written, mostly inoffensive jokes; and most importantly, introduce people so they can…introduce…other…people.  Oh yeah, so we can all find out who won.  Scintillating stuff.  In the end, the people were introduced, the awards were awarded, so I say MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the people who had serious gripes about it not being exciting, I repeat: when is it ever exciting?  Informative.  Summative.  Voyeuristic.  But exciting?  I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the show is is something better than simply reading a list of winners.  Maybe.  I mean, imagine the Academy Awards being given in town crier format.  Hmmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear ye! Hear ye!  The following people are this years Oscar winners…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or in a press conference:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academy of MPAS Official:  Yes I’ll take your question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter:  Who is the winner for Best Actor this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official:  Colin Firth for The King’s Speech.  Next question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either would surely be quick and to the point.  No muss, no fuss, no complaining about the hosts.  Get your info and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I’m kidding.  But you have to admit that all the pre-event hooplah and post-event hooplah is designed to PUMP some excitement into this yawn-if-you’re-not-directly-involved EVENT.  I mean, there is more time spent on and stir created around the dresses people wear TO the event than the event itself.  It’s days after the Oscars as I write this, and people are still talking about and critiquing those dresses!  ON TV!  Is anyone still talking about who won the award?  Anyone remember?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-6275305820092747196?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/6275305820092747196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=6275305820092747196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/6275305820092747196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/6275305820092747196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2011/03/and-oscar-goes-to.html' title='And the Oscar goes to...'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-3894690595232972035</id><published>2010-12-27T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T20:21:50.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking L.A.--Griffith Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlhoqPLTtI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vKnkoKRabbw/s1600/IMG_0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlhoqPLTtI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vKnkoKRabbw/s400/IMG_0211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555578966498823890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:   You can't go in there; it's too muddy.&lt;br /&gt;Z:     Aw man!  I wanted to go in.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Sorry.  I didn't know it would be full of water.&lt;br /&gt;Z:     Well, duh.  Auntie.  It's been RAINing... for like... a MONTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlhgDZIX9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/AWuX4d6uD0s/s1600/IMG_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlhgDZIX9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/AWuX4d6uD0s/s400/IMG_0213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555578818632638418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a perfect day to be outside!  Pretty clear...not too hot...not too cold.  Perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlhWUz2ADI/AAAAAAAAAPE/rmY7A1qrSX0/s1600/IMG_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlhWUz2ADI/AAAAAAAAAPE/rmY7A1qrSX0/s400/IMG_0212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555578651509391410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlhKjRdNHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/OK6l4VT_gIY/s1600/IMG_0215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlhKjRdNHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/OK6l4VT_gIY/s400/IMG_0215.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555578449233261682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streams of water that, I'm sure, only appear when it HAS been "raining for like...a month!"  Very nice.  The sound of running water is soooooo pleasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlg-48hqMI/AAAAAAAAAO0/L5JOh8OO6bY/s1600/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlg-48hqMI/AAAAAAAAAO0/L5JOh8OO6bY/s400/IMG_0216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555578248892623042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taming the dragon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlg5c8LGrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/w7lkkaWbfR8/s1600/IMG_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlg5c8LGrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/w7lkkaWbfR8/s400/IMG_0236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555578155475606194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about here that I started wishing I had brought a real camera instead of just my phone.  This view was GORGEOUS!  Hollywood, Century City, The Pacific Ocean--not to mention the canyon in front of me!  Gorgeous! And much clearer (and greener) than it looks in this picture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlgv4KJh5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/qnHslf1X8Do/s1600/IMG_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlgv4KJh5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/qnHslf1X8Do/s400/IMG_0239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555577990983288722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the Griffith Observatory.  I love this building so much.  I can't even explain why.  I just love it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlgdS0K01I/AAAAAAAAAOc/8cPZg4tJfv4/s1600/IMG_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlgdS0K01I/AAAAAAAAAOc/8cPZg4tJfv4/s400/IMG_0247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555577671721341778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-3894690595232972035?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/3894690595232972035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=3894690595232972035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/3894690595232972035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/3894690595232972035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2010/12/hiking-la-griffith-park.html' title='Hiking L.A.--Griffith Park'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlhoqPLTtI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vKnkoKRabbw/s72-c/IMG_0211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-1600352273024999778</id><published>2010-12-27T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T19:49:31.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tour that almost wasn't</title><content type='html'>I was very excited about joining the LA Conservancy.  I had been thinking about doing some walking tours with them for a long time.  I looked them up again with an idea of taking some of my students (who NEVER leave the Valley--and never get field trips) on a tour, and I was surprised that the cost for basic membership was so low.  I joined right away and immediately signed up for my first walking tour--Art Deco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the night before the tour, as I feel asleep to the sound of rain, I thought, "Hmmm..." When I woke up the next morning to the sound of rain that hadn't paused in the night, I thought, "Really??"  A period of hesitation, but then, "YES!"  I was wide awake and I already had a ticket.  What's a little rain to an adventure girl like me?  My friend, Mitch, had just gifted me with a great umbrella the day before, so I was all set.  Off I went to to the Red Line park and ride station at Universal and hopped a train downtown to Pershing Square.   Easy breezy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the rain remained all but relentless for the whole day, I did NOT regret my decision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlJGB4qg5I/AAAAAAAAANs/8KMLvXJDgJ0/s1600/DSCN0961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlJGB4qg5I/AAAAAAAAANs/8KMLvXJDgJ0/s400/DSCN0961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555551983272362898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never bothered to check a train schedule before showing up at the Red Line (probably would  have been a good idea), and it never occurred to me that I'd have to WAIT for a train.  Uh-oh.  I hate being late.  Did I come out in the pouring rain for nothing?  In the 24 minute ride from Universal to Pershing, I sent out one thought: "don't leave without me, don't leave without me."  But all's well that ends well, and I managed to catch the group before they left the square.  =)  Gail, the docent, was gracious and welcoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that the rain was a great foil for looking at LA.  Who knew?  The city was beautiful, and I saw some amazing architecture and design--getting better acquainted with buildings I had noticed many times before and seeing some things I had never picked out of the smorgasbord that is L.A.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlI8B7NAzI/AAAAAAAAANk/roO8dOm2svI/s1600/DSCN0965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlI8B7NAzI/AAAAAAAAANk/roO8dOm2svI/s400/DSCN0965.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555551811484320562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when The Bonaventure was THE shot to set a film or TV show's locale as &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;L.A.&lt;/span&gt;?  I do. It seems so forgotten now, overshadowed, but even though I am almost surprised to see it reveal itself sometimes, it's still as cool to me as it ever was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlIz6YvCAI/AAAAAAAAANc/6PnVuv69GCk/s1600/DSCN0970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlIz6YvCAI/AAAAAAAAANc/6PnVuv69GCk/s400/DSCN0970.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555551672021747714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I loved the Edison building, The Sun Realty, The Eastern, and the Jewelry Mart that used to be a Warner Brothers Theater, it was this building--The Oviatt--that really captured my imagination.  We got to tour the penthouse, which was very cool and interesting, historically and design-wise.  Amazing attention to detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos below are of the outdoor space (rooftop decks...ahh, friends, you know how much I ADORE rooftop decks!) that made me wish I was getting married!!  If I were to ever get married, I would want to do it here!  It is a perfect location for an L.A. girl like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlIo0F_vaI/AAAAAAAAANU/_-8zdLf5bMo/s1600/DSCN0979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlIo0F_vaI/AAAAAAAAANU/_-8zdLf5bMo/s400/DSCN0979.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555551481353977250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlIewncZsI/AAAAAAAAANM/0G5bVGd0jl4/s1600/DSCN0983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlIewncZsI/AAAAAAAAANM/0G5bVGd0jl4/s400/DSCN0983.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555551308621833922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlIVaznfxI/AAAAAAAAANE/d8mH9NeTFOI/s1600/DSCN0976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlIVaznfxI/AAAAAAAAANE/d8mH9NeTFOI/s400/DSCN0976.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555551148148490002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlIKVtEKII/AAAAAAAAAM8/hLTiOp3espY/s1600/DSCN0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlIKVtEKII/AAAAAAAAAM8/hLTiOp3espY/s400/DSCN0985.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555550957800269954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wish I had taken more pictures, but I think you get the idea.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my city! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-KM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-1600352273024999778?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/1600352273024999778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=1600352273024999778&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/1600352273024999778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/1600352273024999778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2010/12/tour-that-almost-wasnt.html' title='The tour that almost wasn&apos;t'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlJGB4qg5I/AAAAAAAAANs/8KMLvXJDgJ0/s72-c/DSCN0961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-2588260603291373564</id><published>2010-12-27T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T18:00:24.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milan Vineyard, Topanga Canyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew there was a full-on vineyard in Topanga Canyon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRk_49nLTiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eZwtnQuTT-k/s1600/DSCN0924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRk_49nLTiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eZwtnQuTT-k/s400/DSCN0924.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555541863182323234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the wine is pretty good too!  Topanga Triad was my favorite.  If you like syrah...it's a good choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlBsqFQjXI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9X5Ov1gmpjI/s1600/DSCN0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlBsqFQjXI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9X5Ov1gmpjI/s400/DSCN0918.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555543850804612466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful location...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlCBUafmjI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ZiXgtBH9TGE/s1600/DSCN0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlCBUafmjI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ZiXgtBH9TGE/s400/DSCN0909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555544205765351986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great hospitality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlCXkcu7DI/AAAAAAAAAM0/9AzAbzV1hwM/s1600/DSCN0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlCXkcu7DI/AAAAAAAAAM0/9AzAbzV1hwM/s400/DSCN0911.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555544588026833970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My partners in crime in all things wino.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-2588260603291373564?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/2588260603291373564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=2588260603291373564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/2588260603291373564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/2588260603291373564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2010/12/milan-vineyard-topanga-canyon.html' title='Milan Vineyard, Topanga Canyon'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRk_49nLTiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eZwtnQuTT-k/s72-c/DSCN0924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-6664880583601561448</id><published>2010-07-02T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T21:13:01.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie and Julia</title><content type='html'>I just watched the movie, courtesy of Netflix, and I have to say it was a delightful film.  I just happen to love stories about people striving to better themselves when they just as easily just settle for what they have already.  It's also nice to see people who are still going after something when they are already well grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things I think about often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does a person who is already established in a career still studying, going to school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why dreaming of trying completely new things? Still thinking about what she wants to be when she grows up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still pushing herself forward with the belief that anything can happen, that she can still be anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does a gaze or a word from a certain someone make us ALL feel like adolescents?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part of us that makes us alive, makes us hope, makes us interested in facing a new day must be ageless.  It's youthful, that energy that makes us, well, live--really, really live.  And when we lose that, it's over.  Check please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-6664880583601561448?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/6664880583601561448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=6664880583601561448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/6664880583601561448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/6664880583601561448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2010/07/julie-and-julia.html' title='Julie and Julia'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-3254830691863929843</id><published>2010-04-30T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T20:08:13.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most students leave apples on the teacher's desk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/S9uaEFUolqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5MCqk3NrxOI/s1600/IMG_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/S9uaEFUolqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5MCqk3NrxOI/s400/IMG_0143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466131967683106466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is what students wanted ME to hold onto for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/S9uaPyfCYuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/t5cNxvdUEyQ/s1600/IMG_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/S9uaPyfCYuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/t5cNxvdUEyQ/s400/IMG_0144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466132168784896738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit though...I thought they were so cute!!!!!  But if they were to run free through the gutter and want to be in my house....no way, Jose!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these were clean... and CUTE!!!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-KM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-3254830691863929843?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/3254830691863929843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=3254830691863929843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/3254830691863929843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/3254830691863929843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2010/04/most-students-leave-apples-on-teachers.html' title='Most students leave apples on the teacher&apos;s desk...'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/S9uaEFUolqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5MCqk3NrxOI/s72-c/IMG_0143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-4771080353860417074</id><published>2010-01-10T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T19:38:58.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking LA - Sage Ranch Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlYJufmT7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/D7z4G3-tbjI/s1600/DSCN0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlYJufmT7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/D7z4G3-tbjI/s400/DSCN0675.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555568539460849586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a major metropolitan area, L.A. has some serious BOONDOCKS! So I take my nephew out to hike in them.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/S0qZQapOo7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/182ybxLS6o8/s1600-h/RSCN0712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/S0qZQapOo7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/182ybxLS6o8/s400/RSCN0712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425317208430388146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Z.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlY4idXM-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/u2u7ibDEoq0/s1600/DSCN0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlY4idXM-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/u2u7ibDEoq0/s400/DSCN0685.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555569343684096994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the top, we could look out to see Simi Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlYshY9uBI/AAAAAAAAAOE/71pQYy1NOAM/s1600/DSCN0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlYshY9uBI/AAAAAAAAAOE/71pQYy1NOAM/s400/DSCN0693.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555569137238784018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very cool location, but almost too quiet for just two people.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We almost saw more deer than people...almost.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlZDUfnUjI/AAAAAAAAAOU/csF_s-P9XVs/s1600/DSCN0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlZDUfnUjI/AAAAAAAAAOU/csF_s-P9XVs/s400/DSCN0696.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555569528914006578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlYZ0RRR0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/JNZQ-5pyFa4/s1600/DSCN0691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlYZ0RRR0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/JNZQ-5pyFa4/s400/DSCN0691.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555568815889270594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sure, he's all smiles now, but by the end it was, "I'm tired...I'm just a kid..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh quit your whining and keep walking."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's love.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-KM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-4771080353860417074?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/4771080353860417074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=4771080353860417074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/4771080353860417074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/4771080353860417074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2010/01/hiking-la-sage-ranch-park.html' title='Hiking LA - Sage Ranch Park'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/TRlYJufmT7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/D7z4G3-tbjI/s72-c/DSCN0675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-325969799536796151</id><published>2009-12-27T17:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T14:20:26.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The latest movies</title><content type='html'>I think I have seen more movies this season than I have since I worked for the movie theater in college!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious, It's Complicated, Avatar, Up in the Air, The Blind Side, Sherlock Holmes, The Princess and the Frog (ok that was with the kids--brother's kids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am missing some, and that's not even counting what I managed in the fall.  I usually see commercials for movies I would like to see, but I never manage to get to the theater, but lately, I have been getting my butt in gear, and going for it.  Yay for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  I have to say I have liked more of what I have seen than not.  There have been some years in the past where I have hated everything that came out.  The movies were stupid, far-fetched, poorly written and poorly executed.  Poorly written being the worst of the offenders.  But not now,  I'm pleased  to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking SO forward to Ironman 2!!!!  Not too much else, so far though.  Maybe that will change soon.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-325969799536796151?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/325969799536796151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=325969799536796151&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/325969799536796151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/325969799536796151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2009/12/latest-movies.html' title='The latest movies'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-924923373230996915</id><published>2009-12-22T20:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T14:28:17.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Privacy??</title><content type='html'>Why are there so many news articles about privacy on Facebook?  What kind of information are people posting on the website?  I thought people put information on so that they could be found by their friends, usually long-lost friends, and distinguished from others of the same name.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Well, I don't really have that name issue, but I can't think of anything on my page that I am worried about someone finding out--especially people who already know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is something that I don't want EVERYONE to know...I just don't post it.  The same thing goes for this blog. I post things that I don't mind letting others read and nothing more.  It's what I've been doing since I started blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused, people.  People who are hiding from someone/something or have a lot to conceal...probably won't have a Facebook page to begin with, right?  And if they have one, they won't put anything on it, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...am I missing something here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-924923373230996915?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/924923373230996915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=924923373230996915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/924923373230996915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/924923373230996915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2009/12/facebook-privacy.html' title='Facebook Privacy??'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-6581385036493349302</id><published>2009-12-13T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:37:25.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INVICTUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Out of the night that covers me,&lt;br /&gt;Black as the Pit from pole to pole,&lt;br /&gt;I thank whatever gods may be&lt;br /&gt;For my unconquerable soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the fell clutch of circumstance&lt;br /&gt;I have not winced nor cried aloud.&lt;br /&gt;Under the bludgeonings of chance&lt;br /&gt;My head is bloody, but unbowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond this place of wrath and tears&lt;br /&gt;Looms but the Horror of the shade,&lt;br /&gt;And yet the menace of the years&lt;br /&gt;Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It matters not how strait the gate,&lt;br /&gt;How charged with punishments the scroll.&lt;br /&gt;I am the master of my fate:&lt;br /&gt;I am the captain of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20px; "&gt;William Ernest Henley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:6;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:6;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:6;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;I've always liked this poem, and I saw the &lt;i&gt;Invictus&lt;/i&gt; movie tonight.  It was inspiring and cheered me up, despite the sports stuff.  I mean, watching a movie about rugby?  In America?  If it had been any other sport (football, basketball, baseball--even soccer) I would have known what was going on--and when to get excited. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:6;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:6;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;But I know that wasn't the point. =)  You could practically ignore the games and watch the people come together, watch people be inspired, and watch a man who rose above the pettiness, meanness, and bad intentions and still be true to himself and his vision to achieve something great for himself and for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:6;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:6;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;So, despite the rugby, it was a movie well worth watching.  It appeals to the "higher self" in all of us and lets us leave feeling uplifted and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:6;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:6;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;KM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-6581385036493349302?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/6581385036493349302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=6581385036493349302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/6581385036493349302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/6581385036493349302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2009/12/invictus.html' title='INVICTUS'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-2055701482354445650</id><published>2009-12-11T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:48:53.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUBLE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SyXRYn6u2fI/AAAAAAAAALo/k9jKNmMNcuE/s1600-h/Michael.Bubl%C3%A9_CD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SyXRYn6u2fI/AAAAAAAAALo/k9jKNmMNcuE/s400/Michael.Bubl%C3%A9_CD.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414964347945277938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got BUBLE!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried so hard to win tickets for the private show he had at Morongo Casino.  That didn't go too well.  I was going to try to win tickets for THIS show, but then I thought...why not &lt;b&gt;buy&lt;/b&gt; a ticket and make sure you get in?  Good thinking.  The tickets were practically sold out on the second day...I couldn't even get two tickets! I had to go for one, but that's OK because I am the only one who wants to see it, so I will definitely be there in April.  Cannot wait!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I told my friend, Susie, she said I was a good date.  I said, "yes, I will even take myself out to dinner first!"  =)  I know I will thoroughly enjoy the evening.  I am so glad I did this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-KM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-2055701482354445650?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/2055701482354445650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=2055701482354445650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/2055701482354445650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/2055701482354445650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2009/12/buble.html' title='BUBLE!!'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SyXRYn6u2fI/AAAAAAAAALo/k9jKNmMNcuE/s72-c/Michael.Bubl%C3%A9_CD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-509530789932110834</id><published>2009-12-01T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T18:46:06.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just got tickets!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SxXSVexkTRI/AAAAAAAAALg/fCXj6DK9pw8/s1600-h/harlem-globetrotters_001441_1_MainPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SxXSVexkTRI/AAAAAAAAALg/fCXj6DK9pw8/s400/harlem-globetrotters_001441_1_MainPicture.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410461793835568402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been watching Flight time and Big Easy on my favorite show, The Amazing Race (sadly they were eliminated last night), and when I saw the commercial about the Globetrotters coming to town, I just couldn't resist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last night when I saw the commercial, I took the Ticketmaster plunge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show isn't until February, but it's something to look forward to, and it cheers me up to think about it. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE buying tickets.  They are the best kind of gift, and I give them to myself as often as I can.  =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully, I have a friend like Jean who is always willing to get out and do fun things.  I don't know what I would do without her!  We're taking her kids and my nephew; I bet they will all love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--KM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-509530789932110834?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/509530789932110834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=509530789932110834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/509530789932110834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/509530789932110834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-got-tickets.html' title='I just got tickets!!!'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SxXSVexkTRI/AAAAAAAAALg/fCXj6DK9pw8/s72-c/harlem-globetrotters_001441_1_MainPicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-4124062910064383416</id><published>2009-06-26T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:08:00.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Michael</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SkTw5vRe54I/AAAAAAAAAJI/_QTkLZVdbBk/s1600-h/MJPeace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SkTw5vRe54I/AAAAAAAAAJI/_QTkLZVdbBk/s400/MJPeace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351667131955996546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are no words. &lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-4124062910064383416?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/4124062910064383416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=4124062910064383416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/4124062910064383416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/4124062910064383416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-michael.html' title='Goodbye, Michael'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SkTw5vRe54I/AAAAAAAAAJI/_QTkLZVdbBk/s72-c/MJPeace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-5486321868249113422</id><published>2009-06-15T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:43:39.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Perspective...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;div   style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 3px; width: auto; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left;font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div class="storydeckhead"&gt;I found this article in the LA Times online. It kind of touches on some things I have been saying for years, but I never dreamed I see--in print-- someone daring not to LOVE the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt;, especially after a championship win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love them, and would like to find a way back if only because they belong to the city I adore, but...I just find them hard to stomach. I can't even say I like them--from Kobe on down. and their winning doesn't move me a bit.   It seemed rather anticlimactic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM happy for Jordan though. He was a nice kid when he was my student, and I glad he's doing so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-KM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/sports/columnists/la-columnist-tsimers,0,1973522.columnist" target=""&gt;T.J. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Simers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="orgurl"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Idolatry of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt; is ludicrous&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="wrapper_500"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.latimes.com/media/photo/2009-06/47502822.jpg" alt="Kobe Bryant on court" width="500" height="345" /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); padding: 0pt 0pt 5px; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); margin-top: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 9px; line-height: normal; text-align: right;"&gt;Robert Gauthier / Los Angeles Times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 5px;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt; guard Kobe Bryant has a look of satisfaction as the final seconds wind down in Game 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="storybyline" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 15px ! important; color: rgb(153, 153, 153) ! important;"&gt;T.J. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Simers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 15, 2009&lt;/div&gt;From Orlando, Fla. -- The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt; won. Yippee, hooray for them and all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phil&lt;/b&gt; now has more rings than &lt;b&gt;Red&lt;/b&gt;, like any of us could sleep waiting for this moment, while&lt;b&gt;Jeanie&lt;/b&gt; continues searching for her ring, but then that's tweet for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; font-size: 1px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kobe&lt;/b&gt; did it without &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Shaq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, because he had &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sasha&lt;/b&gt; did it without ever making a shot in the Finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt; did it without &lt;b&gt;Jerry&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Jeanie&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;John&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Jim&lt;/b&gt; here, leaving it to the three unknowns, &lt;b&gt;Joey&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Jesse&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Janie&lt;/b&gt;,to introduce themselves to &lt;b&gt;David Stern&lt;/b&gt; and accept the trophy -- the economy apparently affecting even championship organizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="article_body" class="storybody"&gt;&lt;div class="widgetbox" style="border: 0px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; overflow: hidden; width: 498px; height: 185px; background-image: url(http://www.latimes.com/images/entnews/bg-diag-stripes-fade.gif);"&gt;&lt;div id="database" class="widget" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px; font-family: 'normal arial',helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; width: 100%; list-style-type: none; height: 100%; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="subhead" style="margin: 0px; padding: 4px 0px 0px 2px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 455px; height: 135px; list-style-type: none; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div class="gazaLinkCell" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; width: 90px; text-align: left; float: left; list-style-type: none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lakersblog.latimes.com/" style="margin: 0px; padding: 3px 0px 0px; list-style-type: none; font-family: Arial,sans-serif ! important; font-style: normal ! important; font-variant: normal ! important; line-height: 1.3em ! important; color: rgb(0, 122, 170) ! important; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="gaza_header" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; list-style-type: none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lakersblog.latimes.com/" style="margin: 0px; padding: 3px 0px 0px; list-style-type: none; font-family: Arial,sans-serif ! important; font-style: normal ! important; font-variant: normal ! important; line-height: 1.3em ! important; color: rgb(0, 122, 170) ! important; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blog: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 5px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Good for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt;, and who cares whether Orlando proved to be a championship fraud under the glare of pressure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to &lt;b&gt;Sun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Yue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;on winning his first championship ring, and could &lt;b&gt;Jerry West&lt;/b&gt; have done any better putting this team together than &lt;b&gt;Mitch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kupchak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it while you can, everyone, because Councilman &lt;b&gt;Bernard Parks &lt;/b&gt;is already predicting there will be no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt; dynasty, no back-to-back championships in his argument to have the city pay for a parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think we have a choice," Parks recently told The Times. "This is one of those things that happen once a decade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so much for Parks' faith in the Dodgers' chances of winning the World Series in a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As civic pride dictates in these things, of course, everyone is supposed to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt; lover now, giddy and overcome with affection for their heroes, but excuse me if I sit this one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the risk of being blasted as a hater, so much anger out there and everything in sports today taken to the extreme, a victory doesn't suddenly make unlikable athletes likable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has never been about winning and losing here, as much as the way athletes and coaches go about their business, so no time now to fake it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt; were good, all right, and gritty when they had to be, Kobe brilliant as almost always, while &lt;b&gt;Trevor&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Lamar&lt;/b&gt; added spice to the championship mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But winning it all makes them no more appealing, Kobe still over the top absurd in his mood swings, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Pau&lt;/span&gt; still carrying on like someone swiped his rattle, Phil so above it all it's surprising he doesn't demand to be carried off the court like &lt;b&gt;Cleopatra&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt; are champions, but they did little to cozy up to the folks of L.A. beyond being good -- Kobe and Phil, the two leaders of this outfit, just as removed as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's certainly no &lt;b&gt;Magic&lt;/b&gt; in these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm not talking in any way about Orlando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has always been about them, Kobe and Phil, and maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Shaq&lt;/span&gt;, who isn't even here -- Kobe and Phil's personal quests now for individual greatness -- and not for a single moment has it been about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times were we told that Kobe wanted this more than anyone else, his teeth gritted as if there was nothing more important in the whole world than a basketball game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some of you actually believe it true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's what it takes to win it all, obsession of the highest order, but it's their obsession and if there's no fun for those watching and little joy in the journey, why go crazy in the end as if you've been with them the whole way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about peer pressure, kids, you're about to see your parents swallowed by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The folks who live in San Francisco came to their feet cheering a malcontent and social misfit like &lt;b&gt;Barry Bonds&lt;/b&gt; because he wore a San Francisco Giants uniform and was a great baseball player. I would imagine most of you considered that foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep that in mind as Phil, Kobe &amp;amp; Co. pass by on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as you know, there are some cities where winning and losing changes the way people view life the next day, most of the time the fans of L.A. mocking such people for having nothing else in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now there will be a parade here, so everyone can pay homage to a bunch of people blessed by God with extraordinary athletic ability, but in some cases, the social skills that would make them outcasts in many workplaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you like to see the look on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Gasol's&lt;/span&gt; face if your boss yelled at him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to have a parade and scream your lungs out for a job well done, then invite the young men and women returning from Iraq and Afghanistan to walk down Figueroa Street and be feted like heroes in the Coliseum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people give it their all every day in their jobs, every year until retirement, 30, 40 and 50 years, with no chance of a parade -- as determined as Kobe, as focused as Kobe, as accomplished as Phil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt;, but what's the difference between a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt; championship and one won by the Sparks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I'm concerned -- with no rooting interest in either -- nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-5486321868249113422?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/5486321868249113422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=5486321868249113422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/5486321868249113422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/5486321868249113422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2009/06/interesting-perspective.html' title='Interesting Perspective...'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-4338088297546686008</id><published>2009-06-08T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T10:05:04.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Hail King Roger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SjZ8CtoUb7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pqdivJgx-ig/s1600-h/Fed+kiss+CdM.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 115px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SjZ8CtoUb7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pqdivJgx-ig/s400/Fed+kiss+CdM.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347597993599332274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you know me at all, you know how incredibly happy I was for Roger Federer on Sunday.  Finally he has won the French Open!  Finally he has tied Pete Sampras' record of 14 Grand Slam titles.  I heard that Pete Sampras was texting Roger wishing him luck, telling him he would win,that  he's the best ever and he deserves it, etc.  Pete's a good sport--and he knows what's good for tennis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited for Federer, and I agree with Pete:  Federer did deserve it!  And he has worked very hard for it as well.  I bet he appreciates it even more now than he would have had he simply cruised to victory as it seemed he would when he looked unstoppable.  I am not saying he didn't work hard before, nor am I saying that he didn't deserve it before, but after the year or so that he's had, this win had GOT to be sweeter to him than it would have been 2 or 3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SjZ79mvRgPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VNJDVeECoTE/s1600-h/Fed+on+Clay.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SjZ79mvRgPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VNJDVeECoTE/s400/Fed+on+Clay.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347597905850106098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would also venture to say that the pressure is off of him, and he is even more dangerous than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, Roger!  You're an inspiration, and...YOU ROCK!!!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--KM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-4338088297546686008?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/4338088297546686008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=4338088297546686008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/4338088297546686008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/4338088297546686008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-hail-king-roger.html' title='All Hail King Roger!'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SjZ8CtoUb7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pqdivJgx-ig/s72-c/Fed+kiss+CdM.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-4898739273888046323</id><published>2009-05-28T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:46:30.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Czeched In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SjpejK1gJ4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/uKSKwJbQqVs/s1600-h/KyHanLA3hb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SjpejK1gJ4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/uKSKwJbQqVs/s400/KyHanLA3hb.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348691465753077634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Hanka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost four years since my Czech adventure started, and apparently it's still going on.  About a week ago my exchange partner was here with a group of Czech tourist doing another West Coast Adventure tour that he (and I) put together the year after our exchange ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was his third group for the West Coast and he has plans for some East Coast excursions as well.   Anyway, after he left, I received an email from Andrea and Hanka of the Fulbright Commission in Prague.  Prague would be represented at an international education conference being held right here in LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SjpiwsC5bzI/AAAAAAAAAI4/RXCGKPfxUL4/s1600-h/CZEXpo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SjpiwsC5bzI/AAAAAAAAAI4/RXCGKPfxUL4/s400/CZEXpo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348696096052440882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jakub (R) at the Expo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was surprised and happy to be  invited to attend a reception/dinner at the General Consul of the Czech Republic.  I had to take a night off massage school for the event, but I would get to see Hanka and Jakub again--and right here in LA.  In fact, the house of the General Consul is in West LA, near UCLA, so it's only about 10-15 minutes drive from my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/Sjul1lVbuVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LOFHIdxX9tQ/s1600-h/CZHouse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/Sjul1lVbuVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LOFHIdxX9tQ/s400/CZHouse.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349051322406254930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bit surreal to see the people I associated with in Prague here in LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SjpesCxGB4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/g7DTiwY8Di8/s1600-h/KyHanJak2best.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SjpesCxGB4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/g7DTiwY8Di8/s400/KyHanJak2best.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348691618205927298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanka, Me, Jakub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even saw the reps of the Fulbright Commission in Bratislava.  That was an unexpected pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SjpidcryoZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ex0spJ9RY0A/s1600-h/Nora.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SjpidcryoZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ex0spJ9RY0A/s400/Nora.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348695765511479698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was glad to see that they were enjoying their time in my city and to hear of their LA adventures.  Some expressed surprise that I did so well living in Zatec after living in Los Angeles, but that's just how I roll!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-4898739273888046323?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/4898739273888046323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=4898739273888046323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/4898739273888046323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/4898739273888046323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-czeched-in.html' title='Still Czeched In'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SjpejK1gJ4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/uKSKwJbQqVs/s72-c/KyHanLA3hb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-7133393737131184280</id><published>2009-05-22T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:52:27.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ShbK_oe6lZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2RQiiO_CQdw/s1600-h/Mark+and+old+photos+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ShbK_oe6lZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2RQiiO_CQdw/s400/Mark+and+old+photos+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338677602841957778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mark.  Isn't he handsome?  Yeah, I know.  Anyway...He invited me up (OK, I invited myself, but let's not nitpick--the point is, I went) to see him in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oakhurst&lt;/span&gt; this past weekend where he is working temporarily.  I had never been to this area before, and I am glad I went.  It was very beautiful, yet not very far from LA--an easy drive. The town of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Oakhurst&lt;/span&gt; itself was very cute, but I didn't take any pictures of that. =)  Just trust me.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Oakhurst&lt;/span&gt; is very close to Yosemite National Park, but we didn't go there.  I was only there for one day, and there are only so many things you can do in one day.  Perhaps we will get to the park another time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ShbKRzCeXKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tzjBgmZcHm0/s1600-h/Mark+and+old+photos+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ShbKRzCeXKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tzjBgmZcHm0/s400/Mark+and+old+photos+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338676815401475234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did go down and check out Bass Lake, and I was glad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I was very curious about it.  I expected a more commercial looking lake, but I was pleasantly surprised to find it very inviting and natural looking.  I don't really know how to say what I expected except to say that I expected to be a lake like Mammoth Mountain's ski lodges. They are very impersonal--big structures, throngs and throngs of people, just very commercial, crowded, and assembly-line-like.  I remember how shocked I was the first time I went there that it wasn't more cozy.  But the lake was different--in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ShbJxP6pQrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rAy3hlkaNxo/s1600-h/Mark+and+old+photos+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ShbJxP6pQrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rAy3hlkaNxo/s400/Mark+and+old+photos+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338676256217580210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we were there, we saw a swarm of ladybugs!  I have never seen so many ladybugs in my life.  It was so unusual to me to see so many flying around that at first I didn't recognize them.  I had to ask Mark what they were!  It's a good thing they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; ladybugs since they were literally all over the field we walked into, and they are probably the only bugs I don't mind crawling on me.  I am sure Mark would agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ShbJbTJPrMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3cJVOY0hjns/s1600-h/Mark+and+old+photos+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ShbJbTJPrMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3cJVOY0hjns/s400/Mark+and+old+photos+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338675879127002306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Overall, I enjoyed my visit very much.  I am always amazed by how much a short trip can feel like a huge getaway.  It feels like more time than it actually is.  Maybe it's because each and every moment is appreciated?  Could be! I don't know.  Don't get me wrong; I love my long trips too, and I enjoy them immensely...but there is something special about a short trip like this even if I can't explain it.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever!  I was very happy, and that's the important thing.  Well, I am pretty sure Mark was happy too, and that's also very important--especially since, as I said,  I kind of invited myself. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ShbQppxC93I/AAAAAAAAAGo/fzgqGrzzanI/s1600-h/Mark+and+old+photos+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ShbQppxC93I/AAAAAAAAAGo/fzgqGrzzanI/s400/Mark+and+old+photos+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338683822299084658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-7133393737131184280?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/7133393737131184280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=7133393737131184280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/7133393737131184280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/7133393737131184280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend.html' title='Last Weekend'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ShbK_oe6lZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2RQiiO_CQdw/s72-c/Mark+and+old+photos+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-8202720492060969996</id><published>2009-05-01T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T18:10:00.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Quote</title><content type='html'>"Happiness is the consequence of personal effort.  You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it.  You have to participate in the manisfestations of your own blessings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eat, Pray, Love &lt;/span&gt;by Elizabeth Gilbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true, so true...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-8202720492060969996?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/8202720492060969996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=8202720492060969996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/8202720492060969996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/8202720492060969996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2009/05/cool-quote.html' title='Cool Quote'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-3218351050656768351</id><published>2009-04-30T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:41:36.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Poem in Your Pocket Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today was the last day of April, the last day of  National Poetry month, and the Secondary Literacy folks gathered after school at one of our favorite happy hour spots to mark the occasion and share some our favorite, memorable, or otherwise appropriately selected poems.&lt;/span&gt;I sometimes have trouble making choices--you know narrowing things down, so I brought three poems (and read them all). Here are two below.  A very cool one that is new to me and one that is an old favorite.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some Like Poetry&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some -&lt;br /&gt;that means not all.&lt;br /&gt;Not even the majority of all but the minority.&lt;br /&gt;Not counting school, where one must,&lt;br /&gt;and poets themselves,&lt;br /&gt;there will be perhaps two in a thousand.&lt;p&gt;  Like -&lt;br /&gt;but one also likes chicken-noodle soup,&lt;br /&gt;one likes compliments and the color blue,&lt;br /&gt;one likes an old scarf,&lt;br /&gt;one likes to prove one's point,&lt;br /&gt;one likes to pet a dog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Poetry -&lt;br /&gt;but what sort of thing is poetry?&lt;br /&gt;More than one shaky answer&lt;br /&gt;has been given to this question.&lt;br /&gt;But I do not know and do not know and clutch on to it,&lt;br /&gt;as to a saving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bannister&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  --- &lt;a href="http://redfrog.norconnect.no/%7Epoems/poets/szymborska.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wislawa&lt;/span&gt; Szymborska&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a name="22"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);"&gt;The Lake Isle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; GOD, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves, &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Give me in due time, I beseech you, a little tobacco-shop, &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;With the little bright boxes &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;          piled up neatly upon the shelves &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;And the loose fragrant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cavendish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;          and the shag, &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;And the bright Virginia &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;          loose under the bright glass cases, &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;And a pair of scales not too greasy, &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;And the whores dropping in for a word or two in passing, &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;For a flip word, and to tidy their hair a bit.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves, &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Lend me a little tobacco-shop, &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;          or install me in any profession &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Save this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;damn'd&lt;/span&gt; profession of writing, &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;          where one needs one's brains all the time. &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ezra Pound&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also ordered the book Poem in Your Pocket.  It's a nifty thing designed so that the poems can be pulled out and carried around or given away or whatever.  I look forward to finding some new gems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The third one I read is "Archaic Torso of Apollo", which is already on my blog in an earlier entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-3218351050656768351?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/3218351050656768351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=3218351050656768351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/3218351050656768351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/3218351050656768351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-poem-in-your-pocket-day.html' title='Happy Poem in Your Pocket Day!'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-8612805316585786578</id><published>2009-04-23T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:46:20.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for me!</title><content type='html'>I bowled so well today that I just had to make a post to give a shout out to myself!  156, 161, 172 were my scores and my average is only 132!  I have never bowled a night where my scores got better through all three of the games.  It was cool.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, we still lost the first two games.  I, however, when you add in my handicap, got a 750 series!  I'm sure I'll be written up on the sheet next week.  =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay me.  I rock (every once in a while). Hahahahahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-KM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-8612805316585786578?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/8612805316585786578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=8612805316585786578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/8612805316585786578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/8612805316585786578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2009/04/hooray-for-me.html' title='Hooray for me!'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-976893543683769867</id><published>2009-03-05T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:43:52.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On...</title><content type='html'>End of Slots of Fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I don't have a picture of my team!  Kim, Karen, and Susan, what's up with us??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We move on from things we love just as we move on from things that don't work for us...and as much as I enjoyed it, it was time for me to move on from Slots of Fun.  I needed another free night during the week.  I was out every night Monday-Thursday with massage school and bowling.  Tuesday was the best night to free up, so here we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss my teammates and the other Slots of Fun bowlers--and the season-ending trips to Vegas.  But that is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to all of you at Matador!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-976893543683769867?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/976893543683769867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=976893543683769867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/976893543683769867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/976893543683769867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2009/03/moving-on.html' title='Moving On...'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-4963325048632870175</id><published>2009-03-02T07:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:01:44.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in Santa Barbara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;NANCY AND LARRY GOT MARRIED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ShbapOTGxII/AAAAAAAAAGw/Ka07W_0OKPo/s1600-h/Nuptials+286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ShbapOTGxII/AAAAAAAAAGw/Ka07W_0OKPo/s400/Nuptials+286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338694810042025090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nancy (and her helpful friends) deserves a round of applause for the excellent job she did at planning this wedding.  It really was perfect.  Gorgeous location, everything in walking distance from the hotel...It really reflected who she and Larry are--no cookie cutter wedding for her!  She dispensed with the outdated frivolities and, perhaps most importantly, it was a relaxing and fun-filled weekend for all of us who attended.  We all really had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SftDzhZgOfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uYwZmk3inXE/s1600-h/Nuptials+269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SftDzhZgOfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uYwZmk3inXE/s400/Nuptials+269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330929136340842994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, the bride wore blue, and she looked amazing!  Just beautiful.  We couldn't stop telling her that because it was so true!  She surprised me with her extraordinarily calm demeanor.  She was unflappable.  It was great to see her that way on her special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SftGxSMSm_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/zLndPj53T4U/s1600-h/Nuptials+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SftGxSMSm_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/zLndPj53T4U/s400/Nuptials+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330932396434037746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy also surprised me by asking me to be the official photographer of the day.  I was honored that she trusted me with her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wedding photos&lt;/span&gt;, and of course, I wanted to do the best job I could possibly do.  Although I am usually proud of my pictures, I was a little nervous about getting it right for a once-in-a-lifetime occasion.  I thought I did well, but I really didn't relax about it completely until (a couple of weeks later when) I turned over the prints to her and Larry and got their approval.  Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SftFM5FSeKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SZ0MtvG2p0s/s1600-h/Nuptials+241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SftFM5FSeKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SZ0MtvG2p0s/s400/Nuptials+241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330930671706863778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bouchon&lt;/span&gt; for our first EXCELLENT DINNER (yum), where we began to live up to the name Nancy gave to the entire wedding party:  Team Drink A Lot Of Wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SftEXAQZEwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/BFujx3FOrIs/s1600-h/Nuptials+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SftEXAQZEwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/BFujx3FOrIs/s400/Nuptials+097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330929745919546114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And it didn't stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ShbckKs2ZrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uZSdiCG1LFk/s1600-h/Nuptials+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ShbckKs2ZrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uZSdiCG1LFk/s400/Nuptials+099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338696922200172210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ShbcQ5eLvoI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7wdRPhUR8eo/s1600-h/Nuptials+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ShbcQ5eLvoI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7wdRPhUR8eo/s400/Nuptials+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338696591157739138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ShbbhNmXqII/AAAAAAAAAHA/YwxKJ5h-1FM/s1600-h/Nuptials+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ShbbhNmXqII/AAAAAAAAAHA/YwxKJ5h-1FM/s400/Nuptials+113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338695771927062658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was my favorite of the three wineries we visited.  I actually bought the wine!  I would love to go back for more.  I very nearly did, but life got in the way.  I know that Nancy and Larry are up  for a trip up whenever we can work it into our schedules.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/Shbb5QUTieI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8O_bmkQMw58/s1600-h/Nuptials+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/Shbb5QUTieI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8O_bmkQMw58/s400/Nuptials+114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338696184973461986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's beautiful too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ShbbNig6hxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/R_zfavLEO7s/s1600-h/Nuptials+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ShbbNig6hxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/R_zfavLEO7s/s400/Nuptials+117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338695433943942930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SftHTNf7LJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mTO5HqxTqDk/s1600-h/Nuptials+233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SftHTNf7LJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mTO5HqxTqDk/s400/Nuptials+233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330932979289762962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fun outside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bouchon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ShbfCF_liOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/L2M4wb7sOVQ/s1600-h/Nuptials+329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ShbfCF_liOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/L2M4wb7sOVQ/s400/Nuptials+329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338699635355912418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Mr. and Mrs. ...well, I don't think Nancy is changing her name (and that's fine), but here are the happy couple at their first dinner as Mr. and Mrs. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/Shbd6sxHy2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Vg6Xs5QOvKY/s1600-h/Nuptials+324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/Shbd6sxHy2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Vg6Xs5QOvKY/s400/Nuptials+324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338698408813644642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ShbgYLxMwXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/n0WnfM75bH0/s1600-h/Nuptials+331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ShbgYLxMwXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/n0WnfM75bH0/s400/Nuptials+331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338701114374930802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wedding guests traveled from afar...Shari came in from Massachusetts (before moving to Europe), Ed came in from St. Louis, Tom from Seattle, and Jens ( a grad school friend of Larry's) came all the way from Germany!  What a friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ShbfsiPrS3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/QM1IAXWwkUQ/s1600-h/Nuptials+341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ShbfsiPrS3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/QM1IAXWwkUQ/s400/Nuptials+341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338700364494097266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A rare reunion of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Apartment&lt;/span&gt; 5 Girls.  When we first met, we were all living in separate places, but all in our own Apartment 5.  We said we were going to start a girl group with that name.  Now Erin is moving away to Massachusetts and from us, so I guess we'll never get to sing together.  Oh well! =)  Such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/Shbeqwb2gYI/AAAAAAAAAHo/94w4VxrmWzk/s1600-h/Nuptials+344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/Shbeqwb2gYI/AAAAAAAAAHo/94w4VxrmWzk/s400/Nuptials+344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338699234431893890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wasn't kidding about the TEAM.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again, Nancy.  It really was brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-4963325048632870175?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/4963325048632870175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=4963325048632870175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/4963325048632870175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/4963325048632870175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend-in-santa-barbara.html' title='Weekend in Santa Barbara'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ShbapOTGxII/AAAAAAAAAGw/Ka07W_0OKPo/s72-c/Nuptials+286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-1893701208272072968</id><published>2009-02-24T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:13:03.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Route 66</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SkT-o95doHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/BrkfXM-eNMA/s1600-h/Nuptials+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SkT-o95doHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/BrkfXM-eNMA/s400/Nuptials+190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351682236986794098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SkT_hKsE76I/AAAAAAAAAKY/eZc0SzyVRCk/s1600-h/Nuptials+184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SkT_hKsE76I/AAAAAAAAAKY/eZc0SzyVRCk/s400/Nuptials+184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351683202492985250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SkT-_eQtE4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/JXkMMlLtXoM/s1600-h/Nuptials+188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SkT-_eQtE4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/JXkMMlLtXoM/s400/Nuptials+188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351682623631332226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Wigwam Motel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SkT-wtecpdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9JQGKyJKc9E/s1600-h/Nuptials+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SkT-wtecpdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9JQGKyJKc9E/s400/Nuptials+191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351682370017469906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SkUACCRJceI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Jz06wi3Q_Ik/s1600-h/Nuptials+197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SkUACCRJceI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Jz06wi3Q_Ik/s400/Nuptials+197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351683767168233954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my Rte 66 tour with Reyner Banham Loves LA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SkT6xxj7wCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/2v5n9sXSO64/s1600-h/Reynerbplus+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SkT6xxj7wCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/2v5n9sXSO64/s400/Reynerbplus+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351677990247579682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SkT6mV0jF_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ozoCf-K5tPQ/s1600-h/Reynerbplus+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SkT6mV0jF_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ozoCf-K5tPQ/s400/Reynerbplus+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351677793822513138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SkT6LgJXDEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/q4HDAGKaSyU/s1600-h/Reynerbplus+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SkT6LgJXDEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/q4HDAGKaSyU/s400/Reynerbplus+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351677332737690690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SkT55-Y0gGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-PlBWP5kmds/s1600-h/Reynerbplus+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SkT55-Y0gGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-PlBWP5kmds/s400/Reynerbplus+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351677031617953890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-1893701208272072968?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/1893701208272072968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=1893701208272072968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/1893701208272072968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/1893701208272072968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2009/02/route-66.html' title='Route 66'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SkT-o95doHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/BrkfXM-eNMA/s72-c/Nuptials+190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-6385999240944744580</id><published>2009-02-22T22:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:55:31.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And the Oscar goes to...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KYLOWNA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MOTON&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SaNLZQ48pGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-uS0CyRUvIg/s1600-h/392755478_84357ee54d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SaNLZQ48pGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-uS0CyRUvIg/s400/392755478_84357ee54d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306167683375211618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank the academy...god, it's very heavy...I'm so humbled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I only got to watch part of the Oscars, but I was impressed with the bits I saw.  I loved that they had the group of previous winners come out and personally address the nominees.  It was so, well, personal.  What a nice touch!  Again, I didn't see much, but from what I saw, it also seemed that they didn't have all the joking going on between presentations--given that there was no comedian hosting.  It seemed to be a serious (without being boring) and elegant event.  More elegant than in some previous years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy for Kate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Winslet&lt;/span&gt; (I LOVE her!) and Sean Penn and everyone...and I didn't see any of the movies!!  Well, I saw Frost/Nixon and The Dark Knight.  That's it.  Of course, I had planned to see so many of those films, but life just got in the way.  what can I say?  I am a busy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't watch more than an hour of the Oscars yesterday because I went (with my mom and aunt) to San &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bernadino&lt;/span&gt; to see my grandmother for her 75&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday.  Crazy, huh?  Only 75!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was really crazy to me was I was driving around San &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Berdoo&lt;/span&gt; thinking--and I have been there many times and have never thought this before--God, it's pretty out here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I am wondering why people move there, but wow.  The mountains  were plastered with snow and seemed to be posing for me in every direction I turned.  And I don't remember ever seeing it quite like that before.  In three directions there were the ones with the  snowy tops and green lower slopes, and in the other direction a low, dark ones silhouetted by a beautiful golden orange (and let's face it, brown--but still beautiful) sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am used to there being a lot of mountains around--that's normal for California-- but I was really blown away.  It was like some kind of alternate universe.  My grandmother could look right out here front door or her windows and see this.  However, she  seems...unimpressed or uninterested.  Oh well.  What can you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-6385999240944744580?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/6385999240944744580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=6385999240944744580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/6385999240944744580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/6385999240944744580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2009/02/oscar-night.html' title='Oscar Night'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SaNLZQ48pGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-uS0CyRUvIg/s72-c/392755478_84357ee54d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-6657600569355165561</id><published>2009-02-17T22:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:57:08.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Art?</title><content type='html'>&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It catches the eye and the mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a train wreck of beauty or meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when I've seen art because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a moment I pause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see myself--&lt;br /&gt;ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;transported to another life&lt;br /&gt;time&lt;br /&gt;place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost in a good story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-KM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-6657600569355165561?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/6657600569355165561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=6657600569355165561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/6657600569355165561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/6657600569355165561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-is-art.html' title='What is Art?'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-399806578321586111</id><published>2009-02-13T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:33:53.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three-Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SZ7nrp_hmkI/AAAAAAAAADs/bta901HD11g/s1600-h/LV2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SZ7nrp_hmkI/AAAAAAAAADs/bta901HD11g/s400/LV2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304932148281711170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a  weekend...  I had been planning this trip to Vegas for a while, and in the meantime I had another event come up just before I was to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night, I went to a Learn About Wine (L.A.W) event with my friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lannette&lt;/span&gt; and Ross.  I have been to couple of L.A.W. events before,  and I  enjoyed them.  I noticed on their calendar of events that they were screening Bottle Shock with wine and pizza.  My friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lannette&lt;/span&gt;, who was my sorority sister in college, and her husband Ross wrote the original screenplay for Bottle Shock (I am, still so impressed with her!) . Long story short, emails flew, and we all got together for movie night at Loft 218.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lannette&lt;/span&gt; loves lofts as much as I do.  I swear, if I had the money and the flexibility to live downtown, I would have a loft.  They are so cool!  The event was cool as well and was good way to kick off my long weekend of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SZ7oDGNsr-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/LU7mdDLrN7o/s1600-h/LVLux.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SZ7oDGNsr-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/LU7mdDLrN7o/s400/LVLux.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304932550994341858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Saturday morning, I got up and headed out to Vegas.  I love Vegas, and am always happy to go there.  I claimed my free room at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Luxor&lt;/span&gt;, along with free food and some promotional gaming chips, and let the good times roll.  I feel that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Luxor&lt;/span&gt; is a very lucky place for me, and they didn't prove me wrong on this trip.  I left there very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was there, I met up with a former student of mine who lives there now.  It was great to see her after five long years.  A friend of mine from massage school was also there this weekend and I got to meet up with her and one of her friends for a while.  Seeing her in the different context showed me some things we have in common--besides being in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;massage&lt;/span&gt; school.  It also confirmed for me how much I like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at her hotel--The Mirage--and I was amazed by how lush and beautiful it was inside.  I had never been there before (duh) but I knew it as the first of the Vegas resorts.  The Mirage started it all, and changed the face of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas.  While I was too young to play games, I do remember being in Vegas when rooms were dirt cheap and food was  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;practically&lt;/span&gt; free... I would say that I don't know if the change to 'resort city' was good or bad, but I have already said that my room and my food were free, so I guess I have nothing to complain about.  It's my kind of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...the only thing I really don't understand about Vegas is why people bring kids there (and walk around looking bored out of their minds).    Even my friends who have kids don't get it.  I don't care how many swimming pools and bright, flashing lights there are, Vegas is NOT a place for children.  It's a place for adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And thank GOD for that! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-399806578321586111?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/399806578321586111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=399806578321586111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/399806578321586111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/399806578321586111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2009/02/three-day-weekend.html' title='Three-Day Weekend'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SZ7nrp_hmkI/AAAAAAAAADs/bta901HD11g/s72-c/LV2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-5372369616833649350</id><published>2009-02-12T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T09:43:45.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Winter Anydays...</title><content type='html'>I drove to work this morning taking in yet another beautiful winter morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's just another day in LA when the sun is shining bright (and it was also beautiful--to me at least-- when it was cloudy and gray a few days ago, and yesterday).  But it is a special kind of day that we get here, after the rain, when the sky is extra blue and everything has been washed clean...the sun shines clear and the mountains all around in the distance are seen...  purple, blue, brown--and green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come up over a hill when I can really get a look around, and it's just...wow.  Eye wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last month, I was wondering when it would ever get cold--so I could wear my new soft, warm coat that I bought in December and still hadn't faced a day cool enough to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean,  Santa Ana's in January?  Really?  I appreciate t-shirt and flip-flop weather as much as anybody, but I wanted to wear that coat!  And we'd had a long, LONG,  HOT summer.  Enough was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, it's really winter!  And with the winter comes the cool, the clouds, and even the rain--  and those days between the rains, like today, that take my breath away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-5372369616833649350?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/5372369616833649350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=5372369616833649350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/5372369616833649350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/5372369616833649350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2009/02/those-winter-anydays.html' title='Those Winter Anydays...'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-3343022937717176900</id><published>2009-02-05T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:00:09.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little something</title><content type='html'>With your belly full of wine&lt;br /&gt;You love me&lt;br /&gt;Miss me&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephemeral flashes of feeling&lt;br /&gt;Fleeting moments of confession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the sober light of day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bear the pain&lt;br /&gt;of superficial talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-KM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-3343022937717176900?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/3343022937717176900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=3343022937717176900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/3343022937717176900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/3343022937717176900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-something.html' title='A little something'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-58063199981347285</id><published>2009-02-05T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:01:13.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reyner Banham Loves L.A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SZWnQYrbCoI/AAAAAAAAACc/pCsFXcJzSzQ/s1600-h/Reynerbplus+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SZWnQYrbCoI/AAAAAAAAACc/pCsFXcJzSzQ/s320/Reynerbplus+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302328036242950786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MLK&lt;/span&gt; weekend.  We had a holiday from massage school, and I found myself with a free Saturday on my hands (no pun intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I signed myself up for a unique So Cal adventure.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Reyner&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Banham&lt;/span&gt; Loves LA: Route 66 Bus Tour.  Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are pleased to offer several architecture and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;urbanism&lt;/span&gt; tours which stem from host Richard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Schave's&lt;/span&gt; course of study with the British art historian &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reyner_Banham"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Reyner&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Banham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, author of the seminal monograph &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=qXMwCbPE5mkC&amp;amp;dq=los+angeles+study+of+four+ecologies"&gt;Los Angeles: A Study of Four &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ecologies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Taking the essence of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Reyner&lt;/span&gt;’s work--reverence, passion, and an eye to context--we tackle the development of Southern California as a built environment, looking at how the growing populations shaped the climate and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ecologies&lt;/span&gt;, creating a unique sense of place which has captivated the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"In this third installment in our ongoing architecture series, we explore California's Mother Road and the building of its dream. The dream manifests at the turn of the 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century as we explore how the climate was sold, the growth of the citrus industry and Tuberculosis hospitals. Then come the programmatic roadside architecture of the 1920s and 1930s and postwar V-8 visions fueled by gasoline and good climate (too bad you can't run an engine on it).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Reyner&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Banham&lt;/span&gt; tour series is dedicated to revealing greater L.A.'s infrastructure, history, the built and natural environment, transportation corridors, drive-ins, attractions and oddities.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"This tour will focus on the built environment along the Mother Road with an emphasis on old and historic alignments of Route 66 as well as signage" (http://www.esotouric.com/route66).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To me, this sounded very interesting.  I was in!  I wanted to take a closer look at some the things that were uniquely L.A. and some of the structures that give glimpses into the history and development of my city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, I get so tired of people who do nothing but bitch and moan about LA--usually the same people, mind you, who have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chosen&lt;/span&gt; to pick up  and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;move&lt;/span&gt; here from wherever the heck they were cradled.  To them I always want to say, and sometimes do:  it IS a free country.  Move away.  PLEASE move away.  For god's sake, move away!  Then those of us who are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; here and happy to live here can have more elbow room (and freeway room and reasonable housing prices)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I said, hey...I don't know who he is, but...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Reyner&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Banham&lt;/span&gt; loves LA...I love LA.  Let's do this!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And while I have to admit that the tour was not what I expected, and was sometimes convoluted and confusing, I am glad I went.  I saw some things--impressive things-- I would never have seen, or paid attention to, on my own.  The tour left me wanting more, and gave me enough information to know where to begin looking for answers to my questions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's some of what we did: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SZWnzOoLZ_I/AAAAAAAAACk/jTDpvlqygXU/s1600-h/Reynerbplus+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SZWnzOoLZ_I/AAAAAAAAACk/jTDpvlqygXU/s400/Reynerbplus+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302328634840410098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up at Philippe's The Original in Downtown LA, near Union Station and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Olvera&lt;/span&gt; Street.  I learned that it is the home of the french Dip Sandwich and is 100 years old this year.  Amazing!  It's hard for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt; to stay open for 1 year these days (and I suspect it's not a new phenomenon), so I am impressed with a place that has managed to do good business for 100 years.  Cool.  I didn't eat there though.  Maybe soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny, I love to take pictures of buildings and structures.  I don't know if it was being on an architecture tour or simply not being behind the wheel of my car, but as soon as I got on the bus, I immediately started to notice the unique and interesting structures that were all around. &lt;br /&gt;I've been a fan of Union Station for a long time, but near there is a magnificent Post Office building and another modern type building that houses...I forget what...but it's kind of cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SZWp-kK2t-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/4-GTR1s-3y8/s1600-h/Reynerbplus+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SZWp-kK2t-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/4-GTR1s-3y8/s320/Reynerbplus+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302331028624816098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first official stop on the tour was here.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Covina&lt;/span&gt; Bowl.  Apparently it was built (around 60 years ago) because of its proximity to Route 66, and because the owners had a vision that they could create and sustain a viable business in that location.  It's been doing well ever since.  I include here mostly because I like the picture.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SZWqSFDTYdI/AAAAAAAAADE/yBZOVSuuiPo/s1600-h/Reynerbplus+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SZWqSFDTYdI/AAAAAAAAADE/yBZOVSuuiPo/s320/Reynerbplus+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302331363869024722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-civil war cemetery in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Azuza&lt;/span&gt;.  Very interesting to look at.  It's located near the homes of the feuding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Slauson&lt;/span&gt; Sisters, but no one seemed to know why they were feuding...all we know is "they hated each other." Yet, they built their houses practically next door to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SZWpMbXdYqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MwGmJIPMGhI/s1600-h/Reynerbplus+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SZWpMbXdYqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MwGmJIPMGhI/s320/Reynerbplus+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302330167268303522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a cool little stop.  It is an old gas station on Route 66 ( a small street now, not the part of it that now consists of wider roads).  Obviously, the station isn't in use any more, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; as a location for films and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;television&lt;/span&gt;.  It's very cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SZWu4En3R3I/AAAAAAAAADk/6x-Z3wFJgNM/s1600-h/Reynerbplus+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SZWu4En3R3I/AAAAAAAAADk/6x-Z3wFJgNM/s400/Reynerbplus+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302336414635476850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back to the start:  Downtown LA as the sun begins to set.  I love the rows of palm trees, and the view of City Hall (below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SZWuehjrNgI/AAAAAAAAADc/17TYwSWSr-s/s1600-h/Reynerbplus+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SZWuehjrNgI/AAAAAAAAADc/17TYwSWSr-s/s400/Reynerbplus+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302335975725938178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up buying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Reyner&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Banham&lt;/span&gt; book, and I am reading it now.  I also picked up a Guide to Los Angeles Architecture, a bookcalled Walking LA,  and a card set of LA Walks which include interesting architecture and some cool, but little-noticed, spots around the city.  I am looking forward to some free time to take advantage of (that is, visit and photograph) what I am learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--KM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-58063199981347285?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.esotouric.com/reynerpage' title='Reyner Banham Loves L.A.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/58063199981347285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=58063199981347285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/58063199981347285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/58063199981347285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2009/02/reyner-banham-loves-la.html' title='Reyner Banham Loves L.A.'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SZWnQYrbCoI/AAAAAAAAACc/pCsFXcJzSzQ/s72-c/Reynerbplus+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-8733156596727931799</id><published>2008-04-28T23:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:29:16.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking LA</title><content type='html'>Getty View Trail and Leo Carillo State Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/SBa8q_uIs6I/AAAAAAAAABo/F8Pbo6rbIiY/s1600-h/DSCN8036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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It really comes close to how I think about life, and how I try to live it when I am not being sidetracked by OPB.  =)  Here's to enjoying the journey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;-KM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Ithaca&lt;/h2&gt; When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,&lt;br /&gt;pray that the road is long,&lt;br /&gt;full of adventure, full of knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,&lt;br /&gt;the angry Poseidon -- do not fear them:&lt;br /&gt;You will never find such as these on your path,&lt;br /&gt;if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine&lt;br /&gt;emotion touches your spirit and your body.&lt;br /&gt;The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,&lt;br /&gt;the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,&lt;br /&gt;if you do not carry them within your soul,&lt;br /&gt;if your soul does not set them up before you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that the road is long.&lt;br /&gt;That the summer mornings are many, when,&lt;br /&gt;with such pleasure, with such joy&lt;br /&gt;you will enter ports seen for the first time;&lt;br /&gt;stop at Phoenician markets,&lt;br /&gt;and purchase fine merchandise,&lt;br /&gt;mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,&lt;br /&gt;and sensual perfumes of all kinds,&lt;br /&gt;as many sensual perfumes as you can;&lt;br /&gt;visit many Egyptian cities,&lt;br /&gt;to learn and learn from scholars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always keep Ithaca in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;To arrive there is your ultimate goal.&lt;br /&gt;But do not hurry the voyage at all.&lt;br /&gt;It is better to let it last for many years;&lt;br /&gt;and to anchor at the island when you are old,&lt;br /&gt;rich with all you have gained on the way,&lt;br /&gt;not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.&lt;br /&gt;Without her you would have never set out on the road.&lt;br /&gt;She has nothing more to give you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.&lt;br /&gt;Wise as you have become, with so much experience,&lt;br /&gt;you must already have understood what Ithacas mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Constantine P. Cavafy (1911)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-1672383439817938863?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/1672383439817938863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=1672383439817938863&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/1672383439817938863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/1672383439817938863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love.html' title='I love...'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-3182067851585289175</id><published>2008-03-11T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:49:06.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Archaic Torso of Apollo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We cannot know his legendary head&lt;br /&gt;with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso&lt;br /&gt;is still suffused with brilliance from inside,&lt;br /&gt;like a lamp, in which his gaze, now turned to low,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gleams in all its power. Otherwise&lt;br /&gt;the curved breast could not dazzle you so, nor could&lt;br /&gt;a smile run through the placid hips and thighs&lt;br /&gt;to that dark center where procreation flared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise this stone would seem defaced&lt;br /&gt;beneath the translucent cascade of the shoulders&lt;br /&gt;and would not glisten like a wild beast’s fur:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would not, from all the borders of itself,&lt;br /&gt;burst like a star: for here there is no place&lt;br /&gt;that does not see you. You must change your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-3182067851585289175?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/3182067851585289175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=3182067851585289175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/3182067851585289175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/3182067851585289175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2008/03/eureka.html' title='Archaic Torso of Apollo'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-1571881274980290678</id><published>2008-02-25T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:16:59.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's new...</title><content type='html'>I just had my first visit to the acupuncturist on Friday.  I was a little concerned about being stuck--I have never been very fond of needles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I survived, but this is going to be a long process, apparently.  =(  One of the needles in my belly was bugging me for a long time, but I didn't want to be whimpy, so I said nothing.  Longest 30 minutes of my life--especially since I get very uncomfortable lying flat on my back for long periods. &lt;br /&gt;It's always a problem when getting a facial or even a massage (awfully ironic, eh?).  But I have to remember to appreciate the good things because it used to be so much worse.  So I must smile&lt;br /&gt; at the improvement rather than complain about the pain, right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-1571881274980290678?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/1571881274980290678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=1571881274980290678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/1571881274980290678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/1571881274980290678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s new...'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-3301130893841577536</id><published>2007-10-29T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:02:15.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quotable quote..and so true</title><content type='html'>"There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.  We are all meant to shine, as children do."     --Marianne Williamson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-3301130893841577536?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/3301130893841577536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=3301130893841577536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/3301130893841577536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/3301130893841577536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2007/10/there-is-nothing-enlightened-about.html' title='A quotable quote..and so true'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-6978900595117001953</id><published>2007-10-09T15:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T15:09:50.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grand Canyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/1481024659/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1092/1481024659_76921023a8.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/1481024659/"&gt;DSCN7743.JPG&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/travelinfool/"&gt;Travelinfool&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	Beautiful views!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-6978900595117001953?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/6978900595117001953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=6978900595117001953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/6978900595117001953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/6978900595117001953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2007/10/grand-canyon.html' title='The Grand Canyon'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1092/1481024659_76921023a8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-2663965167454938862</id><published>2007-06-27T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:18:40.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Reads</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Prodigal Summer&lt;/span&gt; by Barbara Kingsolver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could have been called Moths, Coyotes, and American Chestnut trees.  If you looove nature--bugs, animals, plants...you might enjoy this song of the south (set somewhere Appalachian Valley) with a people story wrapped around it.  Themes are typical: we are all connected...there's no place like home, blah blah blah... a woman shouldn't try to "tie down" or hold too tightly to the guy she loves, or any guy (which is probably true)--she can be happy on her own as long as the guy who leaves her leaves her with a baby (or bigger children).  That part is BS!   I can see that some people might find it a moving story, but I tend to like it when characters and themes are a little less cliche.  Surprise me!  is what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read a few books by the author, and I still think her best was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Poisonwood Bible.&lt;/span&gt;  That was quite a journey--just amazing.  The events were extraordinary, the characters  more daring, but the story and characters (their motivations and actions) were somehow more real, overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dragon Bones&lt;/span&gt; by Lisa See&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second book I have read by Lisa See.   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Snow Flower and the Secret Fan&lt;/span&gt; was the first (maybe two months ago), and since I haven't written about it before, I will take a moment to say I really LOVED it!  Everything in the story seemed so close and real that by the time I put that book down, I felt as if I had just returned from a trip to China!  AND that I knew some people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set in rural, 19th Century China, the story of two people and their very unique friendship (with all its trials--joys, pains, misconceptions) is bound to  touch chords with anybody who has ever had a TRULY deep and  meaningful friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dragon Bones&lt;/span&gt; was also set in China, but was a very different kind of story, which I applaud.  Writers who repeat the same basic story over and over are writing for sheep. Even loyal readers have to find it a bit tedious to find the same story endlessly revamped.  Anyway, the only things this book really has in common with Snow Flower is that they are both set in China. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dragon Bones&lt;/span&gt; is a detective story/murder mystery with an interesting mix of international, intercultural players whose paths cross at an archaelogical dig in China.  I found the "it's a small world" aspect fascinating, and the suspense just strong enough to pull you in to the story beginning at the prologue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dragon Bones&lt;/span&gt; was as emotionally compelling as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snow Flower&lt;/span&gt;, but it wasn't just another detective story either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I get to meet the author tomorrow at a book party at my local Barnes and Noble!  Her mother (also an author) was one of my professors at UCLA, and although we have been in touch over the years, I have never made it to one of their book events.  I am excited that I finally get to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-2663965167454938862?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/2663965167454938862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=2663965167454938862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/2663965167454938862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/2663965167454938862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-reads.html' title='New Reads'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-5258878388572988511</id><published>2007-06-18T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T06:57:48.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/RncpamePy7I/AAAAAAAAABY/KW_61SXplA0/s1600-h/family_at_lego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/RncpamePy7I/AAAAAAAAABY/KW_61SXplA0/s400/family_at_lego.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077572641864272818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cutest picture that I didn't take myself.  It's is my cousin Combe, her two kids (Autumn and Matthew--getting big, that one is!) and her fiance, Alon, on a visit to Lego Land on father's day (yesterday).  Nice, nice, nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-5258878388572988511?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/5258878388572988511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=5258878388572988511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/5258878388572988511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/5258878388572988511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-family.html' title='Happy Family'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/RncpamePy7I/AAAAAAAAABY/KW_61SXplA0/s72-c/family_at_lego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-5252483790750741856</id><published>2007-05-25T13:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T12:38:27.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Devil in the White City</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The Devil in the White City&lt;/span&gt;, and I have to say that this was just about the best book EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know and love Chicago, you will love this book.  If you have never been to Chicago (like me) you will WANT to know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The juxtaposition of the TRUE HISTORIES of brilliant architect behind the 1893 World's Fair and the cunning serial killer who operated in Chicago at the same time is fascinating for its portrayal of focused determination in pursuit of a goal.  Unfortunately, not all goals are created equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equally as enticing is the portrait of the spirit of Chicago--and the nation-- at a time of great changes and great vision  that it is simultaneously a time of great despair and darkness, and indeed, it is the expert mixing of these elements (the good, the bad, and the ugly) that makes this book so real and allows the bright (people, ideas, events, moments) to show themselves to be as wonderful as they are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, the dark and dingy aspects of human life serve as foils for the sparkling gems that are equally a part of the human story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-5252483790750741856?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-2067302266124482547</id><published>2007-05-20T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T10:59:36.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Montana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/490859189/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/208/490859189_ff289d0f80.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSCN7075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/490849846/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/206/490849846_5987645743.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSCN7086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/490847190/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/192/490847190_f41db81225.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSCN7081.JPG" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-7855625265306688085</id><published>2007-05-18T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T14:49:57.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to Real Time</title><content type='html'>One of the cool things about living in the Entertainment Capital of the World (don't squabble,  Las Vegas) is the ability to go behind the scenes of what everyone else watches on TV.  It's actually not something I take advantage enough.  If we want to go see a show being taped here, all we have to do is ask--and the tickets are always free.  (Some tiks are a bit harder to get, like American Idol, who has developed a waitlist and cross-your-fingers system).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a couple of weeks ago, I made the effort (just a  phone call, really) to finally get some tickets to see a taping of one of my favorite shows--Real Time with Bill Maher.  I had tried to get tickets before but I was unable.  This time I was a bit luckier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was worth the effort.  =)  I was joined by Alicia, Marla, and Marla's husband Rick.  The show was definitely funny, and the atmosphere was lively and fun.  Now tonight is the last show of the season, so no more until August, I think.  =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CBS studio, where the show is taped, is in a very cool part of LA that I haven't been to for a long time.  I used to hang out there quite a bit when I was out and about a bit more, and although we were basically in and out, it was nice to be there again.  I will visit the area again soon.  The Farmer's Market, some of the new construction--the Grove, Canter's and Damiano's Pizza!  And so much more is right nearby.  It's a great place to walk around too.  It is the REAL LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-7855625265306688085?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/7855625265306688085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=7855625265306688085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/7855625265306688085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/7855625265306688085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2007/05/goodbye-to-real-time.html' title='Goodbye to Real Time'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-8196155403007222512</id><published>2007-05-18T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T10:59:24.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego--Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/500290533/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/214/500290533_01d8c71438.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSCN7130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/500293858/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/199/500293858_0735ba9a4e.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSCN7207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/500293194/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/223/500293194_fc3aab43e2.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSCN7206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/RlEETWOyvSI/AAAAAAAAABI/tjxT5VSJzjw/s1600-h/DSCN7131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/RlEETWOyvSI/AAAAAAAAABI/tjxT5VSJzjw/s400/DSCN7131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066835786200169762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/500299500/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/210/500299500_84e7fd08a1.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="RSCN7216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/500299256/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/228/500299256_cfbb730b4d.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="RSCN7214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/500277706/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/500277706_53a63bcee9.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSCN7182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/500323351/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/208/500323351_549e868504.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSCN7181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-8196155403007222512?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/8196155403007222512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=8196155403007222512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/8196155403007222512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/8196155403007222512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2007/05/san-diego-mothers-day.html' title='San Diego--Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/214/500290533_01d8c71438_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-3835492958812153272</id><published>2007-05-18T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T14:49:38.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Look Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/Rk3zFWOyvPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OMb3ph5WUsk/s1600-h/alonpage+meandky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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Now I am no neat freak, but I am no slob either and I can only stand a mess for so long before it unnerves and irritates me, so finally I decided to take some time to clean it. As I sifted through papers and books and the rest, I came across a little gem that really hit home with me. I immediately sent it off to a couple of dear ones, and now I want to share it with whomever might be reading this blog (if there IS anyone out there). Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Facing Fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Helen Keller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Security is mostly a superstition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It does not exist in nature,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nor do the children of men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as a whole experience it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;than outright exposure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To keep our faces toward change and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;behave like free spirits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in the presence of fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is strength undefeatable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found these words very moving. I can't describe it exactly, but it really touched something inside of me. It's amazing what gems we can find when we clear up our messes! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-808332372466949220?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/808332372466949220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=808332372466949220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/808332372466949220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/808332372466949220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2007/05/cleaning-day.html' title='Cleaning Day!'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-2999696559492096787</id><published>2007-04-29T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T13:33:14.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've been reading...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;In the past two weeks, I have finished an interesting assortment of books. I had been reading &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;color:#3333ff;" &gt;John Adams&lt;/span&gt;, a biography of the second US President, by...I can't remember his name right now. It starts with an "M." [OK David McCullough--no excuse for laziness with the internet at your fingertips.] Anyway, I had been reading it for a while. It was a slow read in the beginning (because it was so packed with interesting information). I borrowed the book from the salon where I get my hair done. I had been picking it up and reading a little bit every time I went in, and finally the owner told me to take it home. I this was a fascinating and overall great book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it not only for its portrayal of the amazing relationship between John and his wife Abigail (they really found their right matches and true life partners-- luckily because he very nearly married someone else, someone clearly not as well-suited for him) but for its eye-opening revelation of events so important in forming the United States of America, and the glimpses into the goings-on in the important European countries (England, France, Netherlands) is also quite fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also some surprising and very interesting close-up views of historical figures like Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Franklin, and Alexander Hamilton. Amazing. What is so fantastic about this book is that was able to write an accurate story because he was able to access so many primary sources. Many of the letters and documents written by the actual figures were available for the author to use in his work. He quotes extensively from personal letters between Abigail and John, so no one can accuse him of making stuff up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their love/romance/marriage/relationship/friendship was something unique, even for their time. It was really a love match for the ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Thomas Jefferson! For all the many things I had already heard about him, I was still blown away by his portrayal in this book. The same goes for Ben Franklin. And don't even get me started with Alexander Hamilton. After reading about him and his actions, I couldn't wait for him to get shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think the thing that inspired me most about the book was the integrity and character of John Adams. He was truly remarkable. He did a lot of thinking about the long-term, and when he struggled with doing what what right vs doing what was easy or popular, it was his integrity that always pulled him through. He was not afraid to stand alone--or apart. He was able to stick to his convictions in the face of great (and sometimes overwhelming) difficulty. He had a great over-arching, long range sense of right and wrong, and he knew that in order to make his mark on the world, he would have to do things that he otherwise would prefer not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know, with all his talents, abilities, foresight, strength of mind and character he still had his long periods of despair! Why? Because he wanted to do something important and memorable with his life, and he worried about what he'd be able to make of himself. In retrospect, it was funny that HE had such doubts about the legacy he'd leave behind, but while reading about his thought processes, I felt comforted that even such a person as this was prone to the same doubts and frustrations that plague us all. In reading about his inner life and struggles, I recognized my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really loved this book--can you tell? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my trip to Montana, I took along &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;color:#3366ff;" &gt;Dean and Me&lt;/span&gt; by Jerry Lewis. I won't go on and on about it, but I found it a great (and fast) read. I absolutely adore the showbiz stories from those time periods. Sinatra(and Eva Gardner), Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Jr., and all of Hollywood, when Hollywood was really glamorous (and fun)! I am fascinated by the stories of their lives and I admire their pioneering spirits. They were amazing and, in many ways, very brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;color:#3366ff;" &gt;The Glass Castle&lt;/span&gt; by Jeannette Walls was another true life story, written by a journalist about her...unusual upbringing. Walls writes about some incredible and disturbing events in such a matter-of-fact voice (appropriate, for children think that whatever his/her parents do is normal and even good) that the effect on the reader's sensibilities is very powerful. I was incredulous, outraged, sympathetic, and ultimately impressed that the young siblings banded together and executed a plan of escape from a life that most sane people would find intolerable. Thank god for people who can think for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;color:#3366ff;" &gt;Fresh Disasters&lt;/span&gt; by Stuart Woods was a total "guy book", by a favorite author of one of my colleagues. Unrealistic (main character desired by every woman he comes across--and I mean right here, right now kind of desire--and he is no rock star!), violently misogynistic (a girl the main character, [MC]is hooking up with is brutally murdered and decapitated by her stalker ex-boyfriend [and why??]--while MC is out scamming on another woman); another, a police woman, is raped by same maniac while working undercover to apprehend him, and yet a third had been in the backstory), and characters devoid of emotion,conscience and reflection (the backstory rape victim confesses the rape to a friend, and a policeman, and the main character--at dinner--for the first time ever without a tear, a quiver, or any show of emotion whatsoever, as if relating a story about being bitten by a mosquito. AND the main character, after finding the decapitated girl he was "trying" to protect feels a tiny bit like a heel because the girl had just died, but at lunch, he was thinking about sleeping with yet another woman who wants him bad, but when his friend says it's OK, he moves on to that woman and then the woman he was with when the decapitated woman was murdered, without another thought about it). I know men can be pretty low, but I have yet to meet one who is THAT unfeeling and insensitive. Geez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least the book reads fast and keeps you on the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I will move on! So many books, so little time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KM&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-2999696559492096787?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/2999696559492096787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=2999696559492096787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/2999696559492096787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/2999696559492096787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-ive-been-reading.html' title='What I&apos;ve been reading...'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-5031376802608189650</id><published>2007-04-17T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:25:28.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/Ri4tua06klI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ryhcd_jvpI8/s1600-h/venue_williams_150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/Ri4tua06klI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ryhcd_jvpI8/s400/venue_williams_150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057029707082142290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got to see my girl--Venus Williams-- play tennis on Saturday.  Unfortunately, she did not win.  But she played well, and she is HEALTHY!  She's moving up in the rankings and I am keeping a close eye on her progress.  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The one thing that struck me was how skinny she was!  She has never been large, but she just looked so thin Saturday--and she's on TV.  What happened to those ten pounds the camera is supposed to add?? I am not sure I like the super-thin (supermodel)  look.  It's a little scary.  My first thought was--"are you okay??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And speaking of tennis, what is up with the WTA turning into Nazis  and trying to force all the top the players to participate in certain tournaments--OR ELSE.  The Williams Sisters don't play in Palm Desert and they haven't done so in years.  Now they MUST play in Palm Desert  or they won't be allowed to play in Key Biscayne--the most important tournament outside of the Grand Slams??  Does this make sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First, any individual player should be allowed to plan a strategy for his or her year according to his or her goals, and they should not be dictated to by the WTA, the ATP or anyone else.  This is a basic right they should have as--oh--HUMAN BEINGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The WTA says they want to strengthen the game with these new rules, but does it make the game stronger to keep a top player out of two tournaments they want to play in (including majors or huge events like The Sony Ericsson Open) because they skip one tournament they DON'T want to play in??  Sure those top tier events would be more exciting or interesting if all the top players showed up, but how well would someone play in a tournament he/she doesn't want to be at in the first place?  How often do the tennis "experts" talk bout the importance of motivation in this game?  And if the event (and the points that stand to be earned) is really important, most players WILL show up of their own free will.  Does the WTA need to   start making rules to twist the arms of the remaining players?  When did the WTA become a dictatorship?  I just do not understand the logic here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-5031376802608189650?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/5031376802608189650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=5031376802608189650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/5031376802608189650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/5031376802608189650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2007/04/tennis-lately.html' title='Tennis lately'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/Ri4tua06klI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ryhcd_jvpI8/s72-c/venue_williams_150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-8566300313503290052</id><published>2007-04-01T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T08:32:07.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day At the Zoo/Amazing Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/443245280/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/200/443245280_f795ba1a40.jpg" alt="DSCN7014.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spring Break started on Friday afternoon, and I started feeling sick on Saturday.  Typical.  Then on Sunday it was worse, but I had fearful flashes of wasting my entire vacation sitting in my apartment, so in a stir-crazy burst of energy, I decided I HAD to get out of the house right away.  Go somewhere!  Anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Off I went to the LA Zoo, which I hadn't seen the inside of since I was a child.  I was excited and looking forward to it a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/443264351/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/180/443264351_fee87e61ce.jpg" alt="DSCN7042.JPG" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;These pictures do not capture the feeling I got here, but looking around this place made me kind of sad.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/443256098/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/205/443256098_f7fe3b29e2.jpg" alt="DSCN7034.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most of the animals I saw were in cages that were too cage-y.  The big animals didn't have it as bad, but in all, I thought the pens were too small, and everything was dusty brown.  Everything.  I saw single animals where I thought they should have companions, and that also made me feel odd.  I am no zoologist, and I am definitely no PETA person (far from it), but I thought there was too much accommodation for people and not enough for the animals.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/443248944/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/181/443248944_804e9a538c.jpg" alt="DSCN7021.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And there were too many people.  People with strollers and screaming children who acted as if THEY belonged in a cage.  It was awful.  I stayed for about 90 minutes, and then I had to take off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/443253196/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/207/443253196_d2f653cfdb.jpg" alt="DSCN7029.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The giraffes and tigers were not so bad, but I knew I would not be going back to the zoo anytime soon. The overall effect was just too Depressing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/443247532/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/210/443247532_e0da3b6b6a.jpg" alt="DSCN7018.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the credit of the zoo, they are working on a lot of renovation projects. I only hope it will make the zoo a more cheerful place when it is all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went home, and later that night, I thought I would cheer up by watching my favorite show ever --The Amazing Race.  That was an interesting experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting there watching the racers leave Africa, minding my own business, and what do they do next but head to Krakow, Poland!  That was the last trip I took before I left Europe last summer.  My TV escape had just become personal.  Oh my God!  It was exciting (and also sadly nostalgic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had their tasks to perform, and one of them was to go to the gates of Birkenau and light a candle for the Holocaust victims and leave it on the railroad tracks outside (it was the middle of the night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people were so moved and even getting teary-eyed--and they didn't even go INSIDE!!!  I couldn't help wondering how they might have reacted if they had seen (and read) what was INside the camps.  They would have all had a Yield while they balled their eyes out, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't cry myself when I was there, but it was definitely a downer--mindblowing, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-8566300313503290052?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/8566300313503290052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=8566300313503290052&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/8566300313503290052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/8566300313503290052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2007/04/day-at-zooamazing-race.html' title='A Day At the Zoo/Amazing Race'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/200/443245280_f795ba1a40_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-244303880359724507</id><published>2007-03-27T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:20:58.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Shots (February)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/392703935/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/145/392703935_ce7516c2af.jpg" alt="DSCN6512.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/392706690/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/136/392706690_724bfaf1d9.jpg" alt="DSCN6522.JPG" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Both of these were taken at the Getty while Irena was visiting.  I like the top one for the way the light comes from behind and highlights the edge of the thigh and the belly of the statue.  I used this one for one of my photo projects at NYIP.  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The second one I love for the lighting too.  The light also comes from behind here to light up the top of each cactus.  I think it's cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-244303880359724507?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/244303880359724507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=244303880359724507&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/244303880359724507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/244303880359724507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-favorite-shots-february.html' title='My Favorite Shots (February)'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/145/392703935_ce7516c2af_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-3144415497936409171</id><published>2007-03-27T13:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T07:36:22.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to San Francisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/443240574/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/443240574_024621ff6f.jpg" alt="DSCN7005.JPG" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael and I were here in SF in January, and we had plans to return this weekend for Mike and Virginie's wedding party.  So here we are.  Before we headed up to San Francisco, Michael came to visit with me for a few days in LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/443232084/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/193/443232084_362b0ec54d.jpg" alt="DSCN6986.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I dragged him to one of my new favorite places to visit in LA, the Griffith Observatory. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/443231292/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/174/443231292_1c55dbde94.jpg" alt="DSCN6984.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I find the building  to be  beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/443230876/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/193/443230876_4a727056d4.jpg" alt="DSCN6983.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the views aren't bad either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/443233442/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/443233442_430784579d.jpg" alt="DSCN6989.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even if this is a hazy one of Downtown LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/443247351/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/172/443247351_f0fb03c05a.jpg" alt="DSCN7010.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The changeable weather in San Francisco.  It was so cold up there, and would go from clear and cold to THIS in just a few minutes. Brrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/443239373/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/174/443239373_55b1ad76e4.jpg" alt="DSCN6992.JPG" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;San Francisco is a nice place to visit though.  I love that it is so walkable (LA is NOT).  It was especially nice this time since it was also a reunion with Michael and Charles (and Mike and Virginie)--Our little Central European Fulbright group. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/443243901/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/443243901_45236c1497.jpg" alt="DSCN7003.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We met up for breakfast with one of Charles' friends from Grad School.  Silly me--I can't remember her name, but she was really nice.  Charles has friends EVERYWHERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-3144415497936409171?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/3144415497936409171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=3144415497936409171&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/3144415497936409171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/3144415497936409171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-to-san-francisco.html' title='Back to San Francisco'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/443240574_024621ff6f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-316036115201419705</id><published>2007-03-27T13:34:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T14:42:25.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mammoth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/416088677/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/153/416088677_3e21386dda.jpg" alt="RSCN6933.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I learned to ski in Mammoth--long ago.  I used to go there with Heidi and Mark (and others) every spring break for a while when i was in college.  However, I hadn't been in many years.  We decided to go down memory lane again (Heidi and Mark still go regularly), so off we went for the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/416064909/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/164/416064909_0ce1548806.jpg" alt="DSCN6895.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The weather was gorgeous--warm actually.  Quite warm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/416063696/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/145/416063696_619f82bf99.jpg" alt="DSCN6891.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You see I am not wearing gloves here.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sun and snow, sun and snow. We couldn't keep straight what we should put on or take off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/416072445/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/123/416072445_b385550d11.jpg" alt="DSCN6915.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But the scenery at the slopes was beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/416079301/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/416079301_0d28865977.jpg" alt="DSCN6934.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hadn't been in so long I didn't even remember what the town looked like.  On the second day, I stayed behind from skiing and strolled around to get a new look at the place.  Almost nothing looked familiar.  I didn't even remember  how easy the road up to Mammoth is!  No winding roads, no steep grades,  just a smooth, gentle slope and Bam!  You're there.  Pretty cool.  The community up there is pretty nice.  Not too small, not too big, it's a nice, pleasant area to visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-316036115201419705?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/316036115201419705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=316036115201419705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/316036115201419705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/316036115201419705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2007/03/mammoth.html' title='Mammoth'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/153/416088677_3e21386dda_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-379471740993554791</id><published>2007-03-27T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T14:31:46.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/416085801/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/416085801_2dd15ea734.jpg" alt="DSCN6954.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have been experimenting with new hair styles lately.  I was sooo tired if having braids in my hair!  I wanted to try more natural styles and also experience some variety.  Boy did I get what i wanted.  I found a nice, pleasant stylist who will not try to convince me to  get a chemical relaxer.  I have changed my hair a number of times since I started (only 2 styles are pictured here), and I am starting to get used to the new looks.  I am VERY happy to just wear my own hair.  It's a relief.  Wonder what I will do next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/416087118/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/154/416087118_025d022f79.jpg" alt="DSCN6963.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/416087744/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/157/416087744_6c234e8ee0.jpg" alt="DSCN6965.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-379471740993554791?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/379471740993554791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=379471740993554791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/379471740993554791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/379471740993554791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-hair.html' title='New Hair'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/416085801_2dd15ea734_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-7310004171592813320</id><published>2007-03-27T13:33:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T14:26:44.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irena 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393082382/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/152/393082382_3e5b7756f7.jpg" alt="DSCN6764.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For anyone interested in the movies, Universal Studios is a  great place to spend a day.  We thought it would be a quick trip, so we were very surprised to find that we came out only minutes before closing!  The funny thing is that after all the attractions they have added here over the years, the best is still the original Studio Tour.  We were supposed to go whale-watching on this day, but the weather was adverse, and the boats didn't go out.  So we came to Universal instead.  It all worked out quite well.  And the weather was great for our purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393083538/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/158/393083538_f205e7812d.jpg" alt="DSCN6766.JPG" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393084136/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/134/393084136_e1c857f779.jpg" alt="DSCN6767.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jurassic Park, The Ride was closed for maintenance, and it was a bit funny to see the guys walking on the tracks like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393085383/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/153/393085383_15b6965b1e.jpg" alt="DSCN6769.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393085975/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/393085975_77413b39e0.jpg" alt="DSCN6770.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Channel Islands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393153240/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/393153240_764ff0082a.jpg" alt="DSCN6852.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On our last full day, we took a trip out from Ventura Harbor to look for migrating whales.  I was also interested in getting an up-close look at the Channel Islands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393127448/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/167/393127448_533c925054.jpg" alt="DSCN6806.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393130939/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/55/393130939_aec690fdda.jpg" alt="DSCN6812.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393134874/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/123/393134874_da98b75986.jpg" alt="DSCN6820.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We only saw one whale during the trip, but we saw about a thousand dolphins, and they are very playful and like swimming up to and around the boats.  Lucky for us.  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393141739/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/132/393141739_f00a6a5e89.jpg" alt="DSCN6833.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This island has a type of rock than erodes in such a way that there are many caves form around its shores.  I hate to call them shores because there are really no places to land on the island--only one place, actually, and it is a serious climb to get on the island after disembarking there.  Apparently these islands are popular with scuba divers and kayakers.  The boat operators told us a sweet story of how a boy took his girlfriend out kayaking to the arches (five photos up) and proposed to her there.  That's pretty awesome--creative, thoughtful and made a real effort to do something special.  Where are the rest of the guys like that??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393131566/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/393131566_9da2a85317.jpg" alt="DSCN6813.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We were glad that the boat wasn't too crowded.  we had plenty of room to move around and have space to ourselves if we wanted it.  That came in handy later, when after looking for whales (and heaving and bobbing with the boat motions) for so long, I got tired and had to go find myself a bench to lie down on for a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393136235/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/152/393136235_e33d45f876.jpg" alt="DSCN6822.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lots of dolphins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393144368/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/141/393144368_1f642ddf95.jpg" alt="DSCN6837.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More Caves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393132154/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/176/393132154_42fc0bf959.jpg" alt="DSCN6814.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I bought myself a beenie to keep my ears warm on the boat, but it wasn't really that cold after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393142899/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/149/393142899_31c0683a8b.jpg" alt="DSCN6835.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anacapa (?) Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393145843/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/154/393145843_91fb67f760.jpg" alt="DSCN6840.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After whale-watching, we went up to Santa Barbara (it's so close to Ventura anyway), but I left my camera in the car, so no photos from me.  =)  It's a nice place, trust me.  =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Irena left for CZ.  I was sad to see her go, but still really happy that she made the effort to come out and see me.  It really, really meant a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am confident that she enjoyed the things we did this week (she especially loved Catalina), I assured her that there was still much to see in SoCal, and that if she came back again, we would also go up north to see San Francisco.  It's a promise!  I hope she makes it back next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-7310004171592813320?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/7310004171592813320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=7310004171592813320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/7310004171592813320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/7310004171592813320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2007/03/irena-4.html' title='Irena 4'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/152/393082382_3e5b7756f7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-7875456345267927011</id><published>2007-03-27T13:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T14:00:40.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irena 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malibu and Santa Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/392751310/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/174/392751310_229a4e3b6c.jpg" alt="DSCN6668.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today we spent our time enjoying the coast.  Well, we started by going to my work meeting (Irena went to the mall), but after that was over, we headed out to Malibu.  The drive--through Malibu Canyon--was quite enjoyable, and we saw some really beautiful coastal neighborhoods.  Then we stopped at the Getty Villa for some rest and refreshments.  The Villa was really something beautiful, and I had never been there before.  It is modeled after in Italian villa, and even though I wasn't that into the art, I found it a gorgeous and peaceful setting for a respite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/392755073/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/136/392755073_2fbacde1a3.jpg" alt="DSCN6684.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393045784/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/145/393045784_6f115168dd.jpg" alt="DSCN6692.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;These gardens were so calming.  I would love to go back there and just hang out a while more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393048026/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/151/393048026_f687fe435c.jpg" alt="DSCN6697.JPG" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393049821/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/176/393049821_c83ea55b6b.jpg" alt="DSCN6700.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393053286/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/158/393053286_aa4c3e302b.jpg" alt="DSCN6707.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393050262/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/151/393050262_9b50661616.jpg" alt="DSCN6701.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393065632/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/171/393065632_dae95db6ac.jpg" alt="DSCN6731.JPG" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the way out, we stopped at Gladstones for a quick snack and so that Irena could get an up- close look at one of the beaches that California is famous for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393058552/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/163/393058552_0ca93d8e3a.jpg" alt="DSCN6720.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Windyyyyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393067524/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/393067524_7063a59811.jpg" alt="DSCN6734.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I remember sitting here before (or was I at the Chart House??) and seeing a whole bunch of dolphins playing offshore, but there were no dolphins out on this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393063372/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/142/393063372_bb061f34cb.jpg" alt="DSCN6728.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393062230/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/178/393062230_1c21274132.jpg" alt="DSCN6726.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did I mention it was windy??  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393077955/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/145/393077955_4402a06536.jpg" alt="DSCN6754.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After Malibu, we headed down the coast a bit to Santa Monica.  This is probably the most famous beach in So Cal--if not all of Cal.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393075771/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/133/393075771_8dde9f96cd.jpg" alt="DSCN6750.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393072375/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/393072375_572dd1c6b5.jpg" alt="DSCN6744.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393071411/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/164/393071411_548933b2f1.jpg" alt="DSCN6742.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We had also planned to go to Venice beach (also VERY famous), which isn't too far from Santa Monica, but, alas, we ran out of steam, when the sun went down, and headed back home instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393080908/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/130/393080908_779495ecf2.jpg" alt="DSCN6760.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393081378/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/124/393081378_0cd9b210e7.jpg" alt="DSCN6761.JPG" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish these pictures lined up so the trees would connect in the right place, but since they don't I will write in the space between them.  =) I just loved the colors of the sunset and the way the light played on these trees, so here they are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/393081811/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/129/393081811_5e913a9061.jpg" alt="DSCN6762.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-7875456345267927011?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/7875456345267927011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=7875456345267927011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/7875456345267927011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/7875456345267927011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2007/03/irena-3.html' title='Irena 3'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/174/392751310_229a4e3b6c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-9043454938684309927</id><published>2007-03-27T13:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T15:35:23.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irena 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/392719267/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/168/392719267_f0e13715a4.jpg" alt="DSCN6564.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We spent most of the second day of our visit on Catalina Island, but first we stopped at one of my favorite spots--The Queen Mary.  I love to go aboard and let my imagination fly back to the days when this ship was actually used for Trans-Atlantic crossings.  The Queen Mary is  much larger than, but reminiscent of,  The Titanic.  You can imagine how much playroom for imagination lies there as well.  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/392722441/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/62/392722441_978fdc90d0.jpg" alt="DSCN6575.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After waiting in a stinky harbor, we are finally aboard the boat for Avalon--the main harbor and only town on Catalina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/392724547/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/128/392724547_7b4eb6ed23.jpg" alt="DSCN6582.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We bought the VIP tickets, so the treatment onboard was good.  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/392727426/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/176/392727426_44b00f165c.jpg" alt="DSCN6593.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's only 22 miles from the City, but a world away as well.  You can't even see the mainland from here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/392746660/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/172/392746660_3757916db1.jpg" alt="DSCN6656.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/392747860/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/149/392747860_1e1d4f6b32.jpg" alt="DSCN6659.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/392741768/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/145/392741768_d1a3e8f4c6.jpg" alt="DSCN6640.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beautiful, Gorgeous, Wish you were here.  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/392733438/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/130/392733438_00823549d7.jpg" alt="DSCN6613.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of the things to do here is to rent golf carts and take self-guided tours of Avalon.  There are more golf carts on Catalina than real cars.  =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/392732509/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/136/392732509_f7442d811c.jpg" alt="DSCN6610.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And here is an actual golf course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/392737943/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/392737943_81cbe9e47a.jpg" alt="DSCN6627.JPG" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We went up to the very quiet grounds of the Wrigley Memorial.  Mr Wrigley (yes, the chewing gum guy)loved and used to own the island, and the family had left its mark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I recently flew up to Northern California, and when I came back to LA, the visibility was so great that I could see this big mountain out past Palos Verdes.  After a few seconds, I realized it was Catalina Island I was seeing.  I was amazed at how large it was.  I had been there once when I was a teenager, as part of my Senior Trip after graduating from high school up in Sacramento, but I didn't remember the island's size.  It could be because most of "the stuff" (and consequently, the visitors) is  concentrated around Avalon.  But I really had thought it was just a tiny little island.  It isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-9043454938684309927?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/9043454938684309927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=9043454938684309927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/9043454938684309927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/9043454938684309927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2007/03/irena-2.html' title='Irena 2'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/168/392719267_f0e13715a4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-1078371164829426501</id><published>2007-03-27T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T15:34:27.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irena 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A VISITOR FROM THE CZECH REPUBLIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/392701558/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/392701558_45a57c3cdb.jpg" alt="DSCN6503.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/392705944/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/149/392705944_b25bf595e0.jpg" alt="DSCN6520.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/392704925/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/158/392704925_a85e086947.jpg" alt="DSCN6516.JPG" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Irena was a colleague of mine from the school I taught in last year in the Czech Republic.  We have been keeping in touch since I left, and in the Fall, I invited her to come to California to visit me during her Spring Break in February.  I was so happy that she said yes and actually came! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/392705281/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/140/392705281_0f13b93d69.jpg" alt="DSCN6517.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She was really a lifesaver in CZ and helped me keep my sanity there, so I was more than happy to show her around So Cal on her first trip to the West Coast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As you can see, we started our Grand Tour at the Getty Center.  There are so many things to see within driving distance of my house that I had to narrow it down to fit it in a short, week-long visit, but the Getty Center (Architecture, Art, Gardens and the VIEW--all within 10-15 minutes of home) is a MUST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/392712538/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/153/392712538_a28840db29.jpg" alt="DSCN6542.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Also on the "Must See" list is UCLA, my beautiful university, of which I am immensely proud.  I believe my experiences at UCLA played a large role in making me who I am today.  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/392715467/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/392715467_8cd2f6ddf4.jpg" alt="DSCN6551.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And what would a trip to LA be without a jaunt through Hollywood??  Here is Irena on the "casting couch" (boy she learns fast), a fixture in the shopping/dining/entertainment center at Hollywood and Highland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/416088386/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/416088386_a1a95d390b.jpg" alt="RSCN6862.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/392717611/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/392717611_1a20a32e84.jpg" alt="DSCN6559.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We ended our long first day of sightseeing at The Griffith Observatory in Griffith Park--the largest all-urban park in the USA.  There are about a gazillion points of interest in this park: A large equestrian center, the LA Zoo, Travel Town, Pony rides, a theatre, a museum and more.  It's pretty amazing. Oh, and of course there is the Griffith Observatory, which was recently reopened after a four-year-long renovation process.  It's quite beautiful, but I guess it always was because the outside wasn't remodeled, only updated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/392717943/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/154/392717943_56e7d8bc4e.jpg" alt="DSCN6560.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LA at night (from the Observatory grounds)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-1078371164829426501?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/1078371164829426501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=1078371164829426501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/1078371164829426501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/1078371164829426501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2007/03/irena-1.html' title='Irena 1'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/392701558_45a57c3cdb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-2139527892385854447</id><published>2007-02-25T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:22:21.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WICKED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Broadway Phenomenon Comes back to LA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ReJxulC5dAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6KG73Y7i0Dc/s1600-h/DSCN6863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ReJxulC5dAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6KG73Y7i0Dc/s400/DSCN6863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035712378385822722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The last time Wicked was in LA, tickets were sold out immediately, impossible to get.  That was NOT going to happen to me this time.  Thank to quick action--and connected friends (OK, A friend with an American Express card), I was able to get tickets to take my mom, aunt, and grandmother out for my Grandmother's 73rd Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was pretty cool.  I don't think either of them had been to a live show for quite a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/416054771/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/172/416054771_c90be96fcc.jpg" alt="DSCN6867.JPG" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here they are as we wait outside The Pantages Theater for Nancy and Larry to arrive.  Nancy was the connected friend, in case you were wondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/416058230/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/124/416058230_a13ec47481.jpg" alt="DSCN6878.JPG" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This theater has a lot of Hollywood History, and  there's  really something special about going to a show there.  It has been fairly recently renovated, so it is beautiful  inside, but it doesn't have an elevator for old people--or any people for that matter.   That's what we discovered as my grandmother balked at walking up all the stairs that led to our seats.  Yet, somehow she managed to make it.  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ReJyElC5dBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jxOlhLcqsaQ/s1600-h/DSCN6876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ReJyElC5dBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jxOlhLcqsaQ/s400/DSCN6876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035712756342944786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/416055136/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/176/416055136_feec20d984.jpg" alt="DSCN6868.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Always a tour of some sort on offer in Hollywood.  This was an interested and, I dare say,  unique vehicle for touring around LA.  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The show was SPECTACULAR, by the way.  The performers were excellent, the set was magnificent, and although the story was softened quite a bit from the original story in the book (which I liked a lot), it was still quite entertaining!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-2139527892385854447?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/2139527892385854447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=2139527892385854447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/2139527892385854447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/2139527892385854447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2007/02/wicked.html' title='WICKED!'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdnWwj1jlV8/ReJxulC5dAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6KG73Y7i0Dc/s72-c/DSCN6863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-6431641698533801524</id><published>2007-02-17T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:23:05.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kings Win! (Again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The SACRAMENTO Kings, this time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/392701214/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/162/392701214_422ac59a42.jpg" alt="DSCN6500.JPG" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nancy, Larry, and I flew up to Sac to watch some pro basketball.  Nancy and I both like the Kings more than the Lakers right now =(  And it was a good excuse for a trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/392700690/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/160/392700690_3669ffb04b.jpg" alt="DSCN6498.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We stayed at the same hotel (Hilton) I stayed at when I came up for my high school reunion.  Nice place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/392699290/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/128/392699290_7c620b779a.jpg" alt="DSCN6494.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of my friends from high school (Jean) works at Arco Arena, and the four of us  met up at the hotel later for a fun and very interesting chat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/392698293/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/392698293_9c8971289a.jpg" alt="DSCN6491.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The atmosphere at Arco is very different from that of the Staples Center. I can't quite describe it yet.  I think I need more research [more tickets, more events =)] and then maybe I can put it into words some day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/392696754/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/162/392696754_f99ed4c302.jpg" alt="DSCN6487.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We were excited to see Allen Iverson play (Denver was the opponent), but he was injured and didn't play at all that night.  Bummer.  But at least the home team won!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/392694529/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/168/392694529_35581214fa.jpg" alt="DSCN6479.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My partners in crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-6431641698533801524?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/6431641698533801524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=6431641698533801524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/6431641698533801524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/6431641698533801524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2007/02/kings-win-again.html' title='Kings Win! (Again)'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/162/392701214_422ac59a42_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-116900838839481758</id><published>2007-01-16T20:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:23:24.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol is BACK!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/427/1044/1600/325755/nav_logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/427/1044/320/279565/nav_logo.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was surprised how much I missed things like this from back home.  I realized it, I think, when I was in Dublin and found myself HAPPILY sitting in my hotel room watching Idol reruns (HAPPY that ALL the TV was in English and I could understand everything!) that were new to me, I think.  It was quite an enjoyable couple of hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I got home, I was awaiting the new season of Idol with some eagerness, but I have to say, now that they are down to the last eight contestants, much of the glitter has already worn off for me.  Now, I am thinking that the later-round voting methods need to be revamped to be more like Dancing With the Stars, where the judges have some influence OR we need to be allowed to vote for who we want KICKED OFF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That would do more to inspire me to spend my time calling or texting in!  Because GOOD GOD, what is "America" thinking?!  Sanjaya and Haley still in while Stephanie and others are out?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The judges are not exactly perfect(made HUGE mistakes when picking the last two of both genders to go to the Top 24.  Yuck!), but some balance in voting between popularity and talent in the later rounds would be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough from ME.  That's MY vote!  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-116900838839481758?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/116900838839481758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=116900838839481758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/116900838839481758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/116900838839481758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2007/01/american-idol-is-back.html' title='American Idol is BACK!!'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-116900822596431490</id><published>2007-01-16T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T14:47:20.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monterey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/358975181/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/128/358975181_5147818051.jpg" alt="DSCN6456.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four days after driving home from San Francisco, I hopped in my car to head north again--almost just as far, but this time to Monterey.  I was going to be presenting (for the first time) at a conference.  The California League of High Schools conference is held here annually, and part of my new job is to do at least one professional presentation per year, so here I was.  If you have to go to a conference, it should definitely be in a beautiful place like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/358972170/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/164/358972170_5d3ef77745.jpg" alt="DSCN6451.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had never been up here before and was really looking forward to taking my camera for a run in this part of California--only my point and shoot; my new camera stayed home where it was safe and warm.  I was not disappointed with the scenery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/358918960/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/358918960_44f966955d.jpg" alt="DSCN6355.JPG" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did I mention that it was freezing cold here??  But it was worth braving the wind and chill to get this photo.  I just love it!  The shadows and the subject.  The one little spot of color.  Fantastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/358917966/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/133/358917966_587ea7883e.jpg" alt="DSCN6353.JPG" height="500" width="375" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This one isn't too bad either.  Kind of reminds me of one of those pictures of the Mediterranean that ends up being a jigsaw puzzle though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/358915055/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/153/358915055_2988575204.jpg" alt="DSCN6347.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is me (of course).  The background may look fake, but it's noooot.  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/358942568/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/144/358942568_904a9dbe87.jpg" alt="DSCN6402.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When we had a break in the schedule, Nida and I scooted over to Salinas to see the Steinbeck Center and house.   You can't come to this part of the world  and  not peep in on its most famous citizen.  I mean, Steinbeck put this place on the map!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/358939146/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/152/358939146_e2fcdfcb3e.jpg" alt="DSCN6396.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The house he was born in, but (as fond of it as he was) he didn't live in it his whole life.  He went out to seek more of life and his place in the larger scheme of things.  Lucky for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/358937829/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/159/358937829_b6fe9f9176.jpg" alt="DSCN6394.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/358977902/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/158/358977902_d45ba37038.jpg" alt="DSCN6460.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the beach at Carmel.  I couldn't believe how beautiful the water was here! In the background, there is Pebble Beach--a mecca for golf-lovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/358962600/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/141/358962600_0e9c6eb3fe.jpg" alt="DSCN6437.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before I left Monterey to head back South, I did the 17Mile Drive around the Monterey Peninsula.  It's a private road, so you have to pay to drive on it, but some of the views were worth it.  Gorgeous beaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/358949156/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/42/358949156_5830285825.jpg" alt="DSCN6414.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have I mentioned it was COLD??  There were people out there surfing!  Can yous see them??  One guy (must have been a tourist) even stripped down to his shorts and took a  dip in the water.  I couldn't believe it!  The wind must have turned him into a popsicle  when he got out.  I was shocked.  Maybe he was from Scandinavia and  it wasn't cold to him?  Who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/358955591/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/145/358955591_434bec0bde.jpg" alt="DSCN6424.JPG" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/358968149/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/142/358968149_1096ad0afb.jpg" alt="DSCN6445.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beautiful, gorgeous!  Wish you were here! (But do you know who YOU are?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/358985574/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/142/358985574_1b75197414.jpg" alt="DSCN6473.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AS I made my way down the coast, I stopped and took a look back.  Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A quick look because (as you know by now)  it was  COLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/358989109/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/127/358989109_44cea78796.jpg" alt="DSCN6478.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Sur is a place I have heard of many times but never really visualized.  What I saw intrigued me.  The beach below right next to forests of giant trees.  It looked really beautiful as I stopped for gas, but I had many miles to go and didn't get a chance to look around much.  It's now on MY LIST.  Must go explore it a bit, sooner than later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/358986875/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/136/358986875_339d19b898.jpg" alt="DSCN6475.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahhhh...California!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-116900822596431490?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/116900822596431490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=116900822596431490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/116900822596431490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/116900822596431490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2007/01/monterey.html' title='Monterey'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/128/358975181_5147818051_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-116900821185319889</id><published>2007-01-16T20:29:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:25:59.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Break III San Francisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/352568508/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/126/352568508_5cfb33d565.jpg" alt="DSCN6331.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After returning form Vegas, I got to chill at home for a few, and then Michael arrived for a short visit to LA.  We did a mini-tour (Queen Mary, Hollywood Sign, Pasadena...) then headed up to San Francisco to visit with Mike Lisko and Virginie, his new bride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/352567803/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/143/352567803_8ab6beb4a5.jpg" alt="DSCN6328.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No surprise, it was COLD up there when we arrived!  Brrrrh!!  But, surprisingly, it didn't stay that way.  It wasn't exactly hot at any time, but not as bad as the first day or two.  It became quite nice, by the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/352566375/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/156/352566375_e0ef69c895.jpg" alt="DSCN6322.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is Mike Lisko looking out at the seals, who seem to draw quite a crowd here at Pier 39, but man!  You don't want o be downwind of these puppies.  Not pleasant to the nose.  You can see Alcatraz in the background.  Sweet.  It's very close to the shore, actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/352391694/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/127/352391694_14938cc2b8.jpg" alt="DSCN6288.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our last breakfast, before getting in my car to head back to So. CAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mike and Michael and Virginie all met in Slovakia.  Mike and Michael were Fulbrighters, like me, and Virginie was teaching French in the little town where Mike was stationed.  I bet when Mike got assigned to live in Presov for the year, he didn't think he'd be meeting his future wife there.  I bet when Virginie left France for Presov, she didn't think she'd be meeting her future husband.  Well, just another example of how life can surprise you.  Now they are newlyweds happily settling in to life in San Francisco.  Congrats again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/359107990/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/160/359107990_2c1a12a6fb.jpg" alt="DSC_0054.JPG" height="334" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/352397074/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/136/352397074_ef6bf1476c.jpg" alt="DSCN6299.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Since we all have that Central European connection, things like this catch our attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/359118153/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/159/359118153_e14a903ea3.jpg" alt="DSC_0065.JPG" height="334" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;View of San Francisco over Delores Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-116900821185319889?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/116900821185319889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=116900821185319889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/116900821185319889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/116900821185319889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2007/01/winter-break-iii-san-francisco.html' title='Winter Break III San Francisco'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/126/352568508_5cfb33d565_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-116900818817142091</id><published>2007-01-16T20:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:25:12.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Break II--Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After I returned from Seattle,  I spent a  mellow Christmas  with my mom's side of the family.  We met up at my grandmother's in San Bernadino.  It was the first time in many years that my grandmother had all four of her kids together at the same time (and most of the grandkids too).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was actually kind of nice.  This is not always the case, and we can never be sure when a family "reunion" is going to be a good thing or a bad thing.  In our own crazy way, we managed to have some good food, chew the fat a bit (I guess that is literal as well as figurative), and get out before things went too far awry.  Always leave 'em wanting more.  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So anyway,  on the day after  Christmas,  I flew off to Las Vegas to meet up with Nancy and Larry for some fun with dice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This was a very relaxing trip.  Maybe my best trip to Vegas yet (not speaking about win/lose ratio here).  We stayed in New York New York--upgraded rooms.  Very nice.  We were very casual about heading to the gaming areas.  Larry and Nancy had just been to Napa, so they staged a little wine tasting in their room for the three of us.  Good stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then we sauntered over to the MGM Grand for dinner, and randomly chose a restaurant where we had THE MOST AMAZING DINNER EVER.    Everything was so delicious: the porterhouse steak for two, the salad, the sides, the wine.   Everything was just incredible.  We were in food heaven and are already making plans to go back to Vegas--for dinner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then we played and lost money (after losing, then winning), but we didn't care because we were happy and it was FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-116900818817142091?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/116900818817142091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=116900818817142091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/116900818817142091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/116900818817142091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2007/01/winter-break-ii-las-vegas.html' title='Winter Break II--Las Vegas'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-116900816538193693</id><published>2007-01-16T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:24:43.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Break I--Seattle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I swear, that second half of the year in Europe--the packing up and heading out to a different country every weekend--really has left an impact on me.  There isn't a single month of this school year that doesn't have me scheduled to fly or drive off to some new place at least once, and maybe more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For my Winter Break, I went off to Seattle for the first 6 days to see family.  My grandma and my stepmother arranged a flight for me, and I visited them on my little siblings.  They are so cute; I really like spending time with them, but I have to say, I don't know how Lynda manages with FIVE kids in the house!  What I mean is, how does she manage productivity and sanity?!  Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On this trip, I arrived to a power outage, due to severe windstorms in the Seattle area.  It was the first time I had ever disembarked from a plane into a dark terminal!  A bit Twilight Zone-ish, I tell you!  The house was  without electric too (but thankfully, not entirely without heat), and the kids were making a valiant effort to survive without TV and video games.  It was actually, kind of fun, except that the cordless phones didn't work without the charge.  Lucky for us, the power came back on the next day.  So many others were not so lucky, and their attempts to deal with the cold led to a few family tragedies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think the Seattle area is beautiful, and it is always good to touch base with family members, but I have decided not to visit in winter again.  I believe it is even more beautiful there when you can enjoy the lakes and the trees (in full bloom), and I look forward to seeing that way again, as I used to when I was a teenager visiting my dad (and  other family members) there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS  My little sisters have the cutest puppy ever!  Half Cocker Spaniel, half Pomeranian-- ALL adorable.  and SPUNKYYYYY, just like I like 'em.  I am not a pet person, and have long felt it unnecessary to have animals living in my home, but I admit I had a little desire to take this one home with me (not that the girls would ever allow it).   =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photos to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-116900816538193693?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/116900816538193693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=116900816538193693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/116900816538193693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/116900816538193693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2007/01/winter-break-i.html' title='Winter Break I--Seattle'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-116466806283690207</id><published>2006-11-27T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:24:22.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM NOTES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am not lazy--just been busy!  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have not forgotten about my blog, but I have just been busy, and alternately--let's face it--TIRED.  =)  I guess Tired is Busy's annoying, always-wanting-to-tag-along little sibling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had planned to write all about the redecorating I was doing in my apartment.  But I kind of hit an impasse there, in that I never quite finished the last touches.  So sad!  But I am happy with all that I was able to get done in the first few months after I got back from Europe. It is a much nicer place now.  I will finish the last bits, and I will show it someday, I guess.  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/58605260/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/30/58605260_2e7589b92b.jpg" alt="DSCN1253.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today, I was very happy to read that Wimbledon has finally woken up to realize that, while traditions (and past centuries) are quaint and charming, and contemplating them tends give us all the warm fuzzies, making us feel all nostalgic and connected to the past, IT IS 2007--not 1807--and about damn time to start paying women the same prize money that is paid to men!  The tennis fans I know--of both genders-- are just as attracted to women's matches as they are to men's (if not more), and women are just as much as a factor (if not a greater) in selling tickets and airtime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wimbledon (Championships), welcome to the 21st Century!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lots of excitement lately.  Irena Breckova from CZ came out to LA for a week to visit, good times there.  We may have just narrowly avoided a LA Teachers' strike--or at least a strike vote.  So we are getting a little better raise than we normally do.  Well, I don't need to recap everything here; I will post photos and things later for each individual incident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO see you later (SOON).  I AM still blogging.  Stay tuned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-116466806283690207?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/116466806283690207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=116466806283690207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/116466806283690207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/116466806283690207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2006/11/more-redecorating.html' title='RANDOM NOTES'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/30/58605260_2e7589b92b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-116390846730851640</id><published>2006-11-18T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:29:21.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kings Win!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/297879814/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/116/297879814_7a1f7d4750.jpg" alt="DSCN6029.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nancy and I are the go-ers in our group.  We are always getting tickets for something.  A plane, a show...in this case, it was to see the Kings play hockey.  It was my first hockey game, and I wasn't really sure if I would like it, but...I DID! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/297882432/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/103/297882432_52dd0438e6.jpg" alt="DSCN6040.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We got some excellent seats and actually got really involved in the action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/297882972/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/121/297882972_28ebcb5ed7.jpg" alt="DSCN6042.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It still amazes me that they convert this space for so many different occasions (I, personally, have seen basketball, tennis, and now hockey here) and I couldn't help but wonder about the person whose job or career it is to design and oversee these  spaces and transformations.  It's pretty fascinating stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/297880718/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/103/297880718_bd772d4534.jpg" alt="DSCN6032.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/297883145/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/107/297883145_91d28e7b07.jpg" alt="DSCN6043.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final Score!  It was great that the home team won!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-116390846730851640?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/116390846730851640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=116390846730851640&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/116390846730851640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/116390846730851640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2006/11/kings-win.html' title='Kings Win!'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-116390803046993791</id><published>2006-11-18T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:17:38.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoenix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/297352186/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/104/297352186_96666cfdc8.jpg" alt="DSCN6015.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My mission to see more of The US, continued as I made my way out to Phoenix for the first time (not counting the airport, of course) to see my friend David.  We used to teach together at BHS, and since then, I have admired him greatly for having the courage and flexibility to seek professional change and keep striving   for the things he wanted in life.  He never accepted "good enough."  If something wasn't working for him, he tried something else, and I just found that quality in him to be remarkable and rare.  I also admired his wife for her flexibility in working with him through these strivings and changes.  They are both pretty cool.  So anyway, I went to see them and spend a relaxing weekend in Phoenix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/297354074/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/106/297354074_534b2e12f6.jpg" alt="DSCN6021.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of our stops was this botanical garden.  As you know, Phoenix is in the desert, and there are a lot of succulents in the desert.  So...we saw a lot of succulents in the botanical garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/297122852/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/118/297122852_99ac69680f.jpg" alt="DSCN5984.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I thought these were really beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/297344596/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/113/297344596_80192b5b20.jpg" alt="DSCN5992.JPG" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The variety was pretty amazing, and the size of some were incredible as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/297883516/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/99/297883516_d964899f6b.jpg" alt="RSCN6037.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's the happily family.  Little Charlie and I became fast friends.  He is a VERY smart, very cute, and also very funny.  He's also pretty sweet and caring and unspoiled (read: not bratty) for an only child.  Nice job, guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/297883401/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/110/297883401_1e0aeaec6b.jpg" alt="RSCN6006.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here I am chillin' in the garden.  Why is the sound of running water so soothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/297343217/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/102/297343217_d5c869a7a2.jpg" alt="DSCN5988.JPG" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another example of the variety in succulents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phoenix is known for being a HOT place, so I chose to go in November.  Good call.  Still warm, rather dry, but not overwhelming.  It was good to see the Allisons (David, Zoraida, and Charlie) and meet Zoraida's family (sisters, nephew, and mom).  Hope to see them again sooner than later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-116390803046993791?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/116390803046993791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=116390803046993791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/116390803046993791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/116390803046993791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2006/11/phoenix.html' title='Phoenix'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-116310514275226548</id><published>2006-11-09T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T14:00:47.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheerleading for divorce</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Every morning, as I drive to work, I listen to Mark and Kim's Hollywood Roundup. It seems that every other day we hear the "sad" news about another couple who have decided to divorce after 4, 5, 10 years of marriage. Boo Hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would say this, but I have come to see divorce in quite a different light--a positive light...and sometimes I can honestly say divorce IS the answer. Can I tell you how I sqealed with delight when I heard that Whitney Houston was splitting (finally) from Bobby Brown??!! And when I heard about Brittney Spears and "K-Fed"??? I cried AMEN! And I am not even religious--or a Brittney Spears fan! All I could think of was that these women would have a chance to get control of their lives again, and probably--MAYBE-- have the wisdom of time passed and experience gained to make a better go of it at that. Better choices, better reasoning, with a healthy dose of fear of making the same silly mistakes all over again. Good luck to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there REALLY some kind of honor to be derived in paying for the rest of one's precious ONE life for the mistakes made in youth or in some blind, sentimental moments?? Or confusing, stressful, frightening moments?? I say NO. After realizing and admitting to ONESELF that mistakes have been made (that a relationship was a mistake built on mistakes), the only true honor comes in being upfront about it (admitting it) to the other people involved and taking rational steps to eradicate those mistakes. Is it easy?? Hell no! Is it the right thing to do?? Hell YES!! Of course, it is best if these things can be done with dignity and integrity. After all, it's about coming clean and being honest--not about the other person being awful, undeserving human waste (although maybe sometimes they are--I won't say any names). =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to Whitney, Brittney, and some pretty gutsy young chicks right here in my own SO Cal family circle, I say, HATS OFF TO YOU!! I am sure you (and yours) will be wiser, stronger, and I dare say happier because you had the guts to say enough is enough-- because you had the guts to get real, give up the teenage fantasies, and dare to WORK for your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-116310514275226548?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/116310514275226548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=116310514275226548&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/116310514275226548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/116310514275226548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2006/11/cheerleading-for-divorce.html' title='Cheerleading for divorce'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-116310511117958518</id><published>2006-11-09T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T14:01:09.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Sophia</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Was walking down the hallway at Taft and surprise, surprise, who do I see? Sophia N., one of my students from BHS!! It was so good to see one of my last 10th graders--the last 10th grade class I had before going off to Europe. It just made me realize even more just how different it is to be out-of-the-classroom. I really like my new, job, and wouldn't want to change back--don't get me wrong, but I miss my former BHS students DEARLY. The last group of 10H that I had are all seniors this year. Such a special group! I hope they are doing well. I still get emails from them here and there, but it was really something groovy to see their faces every day in the hallways. I miss you Class of '07!! The personalities...the discussions... the books... ALL the memories. You are the BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ms. M.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-116310511117958518?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/116310511117958518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=116310511117958518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/116310511117958518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/116310511117958518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2006/11/seeing-sophia.html' title='Seeing Sophia'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-116292597025287717</id><published>2006-11-07T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T14:01:28.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE VOTED =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/427/1044/1600/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/427/1044/320/IMG_0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember when I turned 18...I couldn't wait to vote. I was so excited that I got to have a say in elections. I voted in every election that came up (except the primary that I forgot about because I was having finals at UCLA, oh well...)--and was happy about it. I guess I was not a typical young person--or a typical person, period, if I really think about it. Anyway, today is election day (Midterm Midtacular for John Stewart and Stephen Colbert =)), and I have to admit that I was SERIOUSLY considering NOT voting. I have a general unease about the state of government and politics in America, and I was starting to feel like maybe it WAS unimportant that I get myself out to the poles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I left for work this morning without the information on my polling place, etc. I knew I had a meeting after work and an appointment after that. I was thinking again of giving up, but when I got to work, I discovered that our school library was a polling place! In an inspired moment, I got in there and got a special ballot (provisional) for voting in a polling place that was not my own. Then, oddly enough, I started to worry that my vote would not be counted properly! I asked a bunch of questions about it, and then, reluctantly filled out the ballot envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess, the sad thing is that had a polling place not been conveniently located right in front of my face, I might have skipped putting in my two cents on who should be running my state and where my tax money should go, but the great thing is that, as it turned out, I DID feel that my vote was important afterall! And I felt proud that I exercised my rights (and my voice) and voted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-116292597025287717?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/116292597025287717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=116292597025287717&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/116292597025287717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/116292597025287717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-voted.html' title='I HAVE VOTED =)'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-116285853941577801</id><published>2006-11-06T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T14:03:48.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quality Entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/427/1044/1600/70023968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/427/1044/320/70023968.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just bought it! This is a very cool movie on so many levels. I was very impressed with the performances of Reese Witherspoon and Joaquin Phoenix. Doing their own singing?! Wow! They were outstanding. I am not usually a big fan of Reese, but she was just excellent in this movie and so BEAUTIFUL with her dark hair. She should keep it that way! And Joaquin has turned out to be quite the fine actor. Kudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of (and the ideas in) Walk the Line were very uplifting. It is really a special movie. I keep catching parts of it on cable--the end parts =) -- and it is compelling every time. It was recommended to me by someone who thought I would like it. He was right. It's just a great movie. I really dig that it's a TRUE story. Way to keep going until you get what you really want from life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE LOVE LOVE to see people doing things well--with real quality and craftsmanship. I feel like the world is ok and the universe is good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-116285853941577801?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/116285853941577801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=116285853941577801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/116285853941577801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/116285853941577801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2006/11/quality-entertainment.html' title='Quality Entertainment'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-116197366073992524</id><published>2006-10-27T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T13:56:39.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion--Sacramento</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So, it was my 20 year High School Reunion... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/278022235/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN5849.JPG" src="http://static.flickr.com/89/278022235_29244a3254.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/278022546/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN5850.JPG" src="http://static.flickr.com/116/278022546_efe56b6af7.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/278021595/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="DSCN5847.JPG" src="http://static.flickr.com/81/278021595_f15914fe11.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/278021918/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="DSCN5848.JPG" src="http://static.flickr.com/115/278021918_c67108b46b.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...and it took me back to Sacramento to see all the people I haven't seen in..well, 20 years. At 17 years old, I went away to LA for college and pretty much never looked back. It was very good, however, to get back to Sac and catch up with some of my high school people. It was great the way we could reconnect after all the years off in the world doing our own things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/278870148/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN5919.JPG" src="http://static.flickr.com/103/278870148_7293a478a8.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family Photo--In our Senior Year, we (I, Wanda, and Victor) played Mrs. Frank, Anne Frank, and Mr. Frank in LBH's rendition of--what else-- &lt;em&gt;The Diary of Anne Frank&lt;/em&gt;. Our &lt;em&gt;Anne Frank&lt;/em&gt; was an awesome production, if I remember correctly, and it had a deep and lasting effect on those of us who participated in the show. So much so, that for Victor and me, visiting the actual Anne Frank House in Amsterdam (in 2004 and 2006, respectively) was a personal and meaningful experience. Like coming home. I wonder where Ms. Lawrence (our drama teacher) is these days and if she knew what she was doing to us--I mean FOR us =)--when she was directing us through all our hard work in the shows.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/278869104/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN5915.JPG" src="http://static.flickr.com/113/278869104_4597bdc7e5.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With David Baldwin! I met David when I was 11 or 12 years old. I had just moved to Sacramento and was attending Fern Bacon Junior High School. I changed schools after about 3 months, but when we met up again at Burbank years later, he remembered me! I certainly remembered him. He is a one-of-a-kind person that can never be forgotten. Very special. And he also left Sac for So Cal. I am glad I got to see him at the reunion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/278868592/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN5912.JPG" src="http://static.flickr.com/83/278868592_00a5ce9adb.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With Estevan--Estevan and I spent quite a lot of time hanging in the same groups in high school, so I was very happy to see him at the 20 year. I think he said he was a police officer now. It is funny how people change over the years but some things don't change at all. He is still the calm, kind person he was when we were kids. Very nice to know that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/278867697/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN5908.JPG" src="http://static.flickr.com/102/278867697_75e3919549.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kara and Victor--You already know Victor was my husband. AND he says he has a copy of the video of Anne Frank, and he will burn me a copy on DVD. I look forward to seeing that! I am a little nervous too. Victor has that same jubilant personality he had in school. He lives in So Cal too! Kara lives in Oregon with her husband and kids. She was one of the people I hoped to see in Sac this weekend, so I am glad she made it. I have often wondered about her over the years, so now I am glad to know I have the info I need to get in touch with her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/278869801/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN5918.JPG" src="http://static.flickr.com/88/278869801_83989800c5.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carlos, Shenetta, Me, Jean, Derrick, and...I don't remember her name! It's a shame because I sat with her at the dinner portion of the evening. Some people, like Carlos, were so funny! I still cannot get over how we were apart for so long and could come together and have that instant rapport and comfort. And speaking of funny...I shouldn't leave out Jean (who cracked me up all night) and Derrick (who was the MC of the evening and pretty damned amazing on the mic! WHY isn't he a stand up comedian???? Don't know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a great evening, and I believe we will NOT wait another 20 years to get together again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where it all started...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/278018726/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN5840.JPG" src="http://static.flickr.com/80/278018726_fde69ba32d.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder what our class gift was.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got a chance to go to the LBH Campus and have a solitary and reflective look around. I thought the school looked really good--and open, compared to the schools I have worked in here in LA. I found it quite exciting to walk the halls of Burbank again, actually. So many memories came back to me. It was really something else.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/278030015/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN5871.JPG" src="http://static.flickr.com/92/278030015_eb1f46c395.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The drama building (above) was the scene for so many memorable occasions for me. School plays, rehearsals, dram class, rock-a-thon... I was really involved in the drama program there from the beginning of freshman year on. I had lots of fun with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/278030966/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN5873.JPG" src="http://static.flickr.com/114/278030966_57fa39a8e9.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The cafeteria building. Lots of fun times there too. Lots of laughing with my friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/278030429/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN5872.JPG" src="http://static.flickr.com/82/278030429_ceb1b1d1d6.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Library and Senior Lawn. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to say that I am not sorry I moved out of Sacramento. Life called me, and I went-- willingly. But as healthy as it is to move on from places, it is also quite wonderful to go back, look around, and think about the things in our lives that made us who and what we are. It was good to feel that Burbank and the people I knew there are still a part of me--even though I did not plant myself there with them. I should go back more often. I know I will.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/278033830/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN5880.JPG" src="http://static.flickr.com/83/278033830_e629b01230.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A quick "shout out" to some of the people I wished to see at the reunion but didn't--in hopes of seeing you at the next get-together or official reunion:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alvaro Hernandez, Brian Bates, Alex Guerrero, Ann Adams, Jewel Kim, Jimmy Stokes, Wanda Smith...there are more I am sure. Come on, Class of '86, come back to us! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-116197366073992524?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/116197366073992524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=116197366073992524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/116197366073992524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/116197366073992524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2006/10/reunion-sacramento.html' title='Reunion--Sacramento'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-116189464681553056</id><published>2006-10-26T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:43:50.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minneapolis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/260427896/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN5692.JPG" src="http://static.flickr.com/82/260427896_e0ef890fba.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess I got used to being on the move while I was in Europe. I always had a tavel bug, but I found the motivation to feed it--frequently--while I was living in Zatec. So I took away the experience of just how easy it is to DO the things I want instead of just DREAMING of doing the things I want. So I continued after I got home. Nope, I didn't let any moss grow on me!  First trip: Minneapolis to see Michael, a fellow Fulbrighter who was in Slovakia when I was in CZ. Charles, another Fulbrighter in Slovakia, came along too. It was a great weekend--a mini-reunion.  I made some  great and groovy friends in Europe! We will be in contact ...probably forever.&lt;/strong&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/260425913/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN5685.JPG" src="http://static.flickr.com/101/260425913_14cbeb7d4f.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are Michael and Charles inside of Michael's fabulous and SPOTLESS house.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/260399712/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN5638.JPG" src="http://static.flickr.com/104/260399712_f779a662b6.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natural Beauty all around. Some of you may know that Minnesota is sometimes called The Land of 10,000 Lakes, but if you are like me, you may be surprised by the amount of water right there in the Twin Cites. I kind of expected the lakes to be...out there... somewhere. But, they are literally everywhere. And then there are rivers! It makes for one (or should I say TWO?)beautiful city area. Just gorgeous. And relaxing too. If it wasn't butt cold six months of teh year, I might consider it a good place to live for me. But oh well, spoiled California girl through and through! (And proud of it=))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/260213827/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN5599.JPG" src="http://static.flickr.com/103/260213827_7a07afea98.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aren't we a pair?  Michael feels sorry for me for having to date (or contemplate dating) straight men.  HE says I need a gay man who dates women.  I told him "that would be a straight guy."  HE said then you need a lesbian with guy parts.  I said,"again... that would be a straight man.  See my problem?"  At least HE thinks I am cool.  He may even be coming to LA to see me in the not-so-distant future.  THAT will be a good time.  Can't wait!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/260431492/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN5705.JPG" src="http://static.flickr.com/98/260431492_78f6223984.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and Charles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/260435408/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN5717.JPG" src="http://static.flickr.com/109/260435408_7f98618e78.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This (above) is downtown, by the way. It's right next to Michael's College--well, the college at which Michael teaches. He doesn't OWN it; it's not named after him or anything. =) Let's be clear. Anyway, can you imagine a scene like this in Downtown LA?  I actually think Downtown LA has its beauty, but not this kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/260422458/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="DSCN5674.JPG" src="http://static.flickr.com/115/260422458_528caf6433.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and Charles again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael likes to experiment with camera angles, so you will notice a lot of creative shots of me and/or Charles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/260439070/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN5727.JPG" src="http://static.flickr.com/107/260439070_9a8e75b9ea.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/260412099/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN5642.JPG" src="http://static.flickr.com/90/260412099_1e485a97e8.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Having tea and looking at the waterfall (photo is WAY Above).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/260441132/"&gt;&lt;img height="374" alt="RSCN5596.JPG" src="http://static.flickr.com/101/260441132_4a97f9ea7a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 of us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just like old times in Slovakia--except Srdjan isn't there too.  We may be seeing him in California as well, since we planned to have a get together in San Francisco at Michael Lisko's (yes, another Fulbrighter who was in Slovakia), before we talked to him about it,  and we included Srdjan, before we talked to &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; about it.  Yeah, noticing any trends here?  Oh well, they were both ok with it, and we are even planning to work around Srdjan's busy and glamorous schedule to be sure he is in the country and can make it out.  That will be another fun trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/260386813/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="DSCN5610.JPG" src="http://static.flickr.com/121/260386813_99d4dbd170.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As the plaque says, this is the site of the first white settlement in...let me get back to you on that one.  In any case, it's MINE now!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/260392944/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN5623.JPG" src="http://static.flickr.com/49/260392944_64be6c0397.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess who's taking this picture??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/260389099/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN5615.JPG" src="http://static.flickr.com/94/260389099_71505293d0.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beautiful, Gorgeous, wish you were here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelinfool/260441301/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="RSCN5706.JPG" src="http://static.flickr.com/91/260441301_be6428e639.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-116189464681553056?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/116189464681553056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=116189464681553056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/116189464681553056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/116189464681553056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2006/10/minneapolis.html' title='Minneapolis'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-115782566454203140</id><published>2006-09-09T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T14:02:15.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WATCHING ROGER FEDERER</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Right after I got home from Europe, one of the greatest sporting events of the year began in New York. As some of you might know, tennis is my favorite sport, and there are so many reasons to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is truly an international sport. Yes, some of my favorite players are American, but some of them are not. This is a sport where people are celebrated not just for where they come from, but for who they are and for what they achieve as individuals (Now, I am not discounting what coaches and other support providers do for the players, but ultimately it is the heart, mind and body of the player that is put to the test).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am watching the matches, and there were a lot of players I was wishing the best for, but one by one, they all came up against a wall. The wall was called Roger Federer. That man is a spectaucular tennis player, and he makes it all look so effortless. Like Pete Sampras before him, I think there are people who don't like him because there is no gueswork with him--because he is so consistently good. No, not good, GREAT. Roger Federer is excellent, and for me EXCELLENCE IS BEAUTIFUL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much wallowing in this world. So many people making excuses, sabotaging their own potential, letting fear keep them from really getting out in the world and giving life a real go. Very few people really try to make the impossible not only possible but a reality. Most people spend more time thinking of all the reasons something can't be than they do in TRYING to make it happen. And tehy miss a lot because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to burn people up more than someone who gets the job done time after time after time--with no excuses. Some people can't stand someone who is consistently great. BUT WHY????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just jealousy because they can't do something as great themselves? OR...Is it the pressure that THEY too COULD be great at something if they stopped making excuses and really went for it? Either way, it is an interesting phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we all enjoy drama in a a story, but is a live person who flips and flops and flails and is completely inconsistent (but occasionally doing well) REALLY more interesting that a person who consistently exhibits excellence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the kinds of things I think about...and yet I really believe that people have so much more potential than they ever live up to, and the #1 thing getting in their way is themsleves and what they carry around in their own heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough for today. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-115782566454203140?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/115782566454203140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=115782566454203140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/115782566454203140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/115782566454203140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2006/09/watching-roger-federer.html' title='WATCHING ROGER FEDERER'/><author><name>KAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos12.flickr.com/14096990_784c0fbc0a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23891915.post-114212274697966896</id><published>2006-03-11T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T14:03:30.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home!  The more things change...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THE MORE THINGS CHANGE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/427/1044/1600/DSCN5514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/427/1044/320/DSCN5514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New car (The Beauty), new job, new school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute I hit the ground here in LA, it seems, I got right down to work. I came in Saturday night, went to BBQ on Sunday (and looked for an outfit for Monday), inteviewed for a new job on Monday afternoon, and started working Tuesday morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been home for two months and 8 days, and I have almost completely transformed my apartment. I got new carpet and linoleum, a new fridge, new paint, and soem new furniture. A new stove is coming tomorrow, and then there is nothing left but attending to some details--and beginning to cook more of my own food. It's about time. I want good things to eat, and I am beginning to believe that the only way I will be completely satisfied with what I eat is if I start making most of it myself. So I am taking up the cooking challenge! We will see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also started planning out the book I hope to write this year. I have a LOT of work to do on THAT score, but I am pretty determinbed to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOALS, GOALS, GOALS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all I have been thinking about since I have been here. Goals for life, goals for living. How much can I accomplish if I really try? What more can I make of myself? That is what I want to find out. I guess we shall see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photos of the new digs coming soon.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23891915-114212274697966896?l=pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/feeds/114212274697966896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23891915&amp;postID=114212274697966896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/114212274697966896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23891915/posts/default/114212274697966896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificdaylighttime.blogspot.com/2006/03/home-more-things-change.html' title='Home!  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