<?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-3011937</id><updated>2011-08-05T13:49:37.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and then I said...</title><subtitle type='html'>My side of the story.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>408</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-6488609099137306864</id><published>2010-11-06T15:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T15:56:53.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Indestructible (Edit) by robyn</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6488609099137306864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=6488609099137306864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/6488609099137306864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/6488609099137306864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/indestructible-edit-by-robyn.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-599416049750036346</id><published>2010-04-08T09:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T20:17:00.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Springtime Mix 2010     </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/599416049750036346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=599416049750036346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/599416049750036346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/599416049750036346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-2829398094864589663</id><published>2008-05-09T22:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T22:27:48.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know, I knowI never ever, ever post.But, for what it's worth, the new joancuenco.com has launched.Things here and there going on. All good.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2829398094864589663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=2829398094864589663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/2829398094864589663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/2829398094864589663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-know-i-know-i-never-ever-ever-post.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-6707307371695530652</id><published>2007-10-30T21:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T09:58:29.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the dynamic duoAmy comes to visit.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6707307371695530652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=6707307371695530652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/6707307371695530652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/6707307371695530652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/dynamic-duo-amy-comes-to-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-6564435331272632439</id><published>2007-06-24T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T22:27:16.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i furrowed my browwho the f*&amp;! is adding me as a friend on facebook?! Silly. Two glasses of riesling and i was rated R. Well maybe PG-13.An acquaintance i knew from my high school days. "She is happily married." I thought and typed into my journal some 2,000 miles away from her.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6564435331272632439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=6564435331272632439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/6564435331272632439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/6564435331272632439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-furrowed-my-brow-who-f-is-adding-me.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-7420544166204764364</id><published>2007-06-16T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T17:10:01.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ojalaWeeks of mail collecting on our kitchen table. I hadn't yet conceived of a way to organize it all, so it stayed where it was. I could imagine my older sister opening a new bag of Sunchips on her way to the TV, paying no mind to her postcard from Verizon, her catalog from IKEA, her pre-approved credit card, her free cruise to Alaska. Whole grain snacks were a higher priority.I pulled my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7420544166204764364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=7420544166204764364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/7420544166204764364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/7420544166204764364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/ojala-weeks-of-mail-collecting-on-our.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-2671434842954580271</id><published>2007-06-14T02:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T02:10:54.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The trains got me home in a record 2 hours' time and I was angry. I devoured the fiction piece in the New Yorker before the first of three trains even came, and i was angry. I needed to pee like a racehorse 45 minutes away from home. I was bored with my magazine and now that i'm home, I'm hungry. And i'm still angry.I can barely sit down to write this. My mosquito bites itch and i'm mad at them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2671434842954580271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=2671434842954580271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/2671434842954580271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/2671434842954580271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/trains-got-me-home-in-record-2-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-6006410971549976474</id><published>2007-06-13T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T11:05:43.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Glass halfWell well well. Six months since the last post. The weather's much, much warmer. The snow boots have been stowed, the sweaters and scarves packed away. Summer's here. August seems so very far away and June is taking her sweet time.Flip flops abound and i am ever thankful for this season's printed cottony tops. Six months into what Cynthia and I call the year, and things are definitely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6006410971549976474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=6006410971549976474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/6006410971549976474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/6006410971549976474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/glass-half-well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-3311907129525938493</id><published>2007-01-24T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T12:50:24.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first snowfirst snow of the year experienced some 45 minutes after the end of a shift. 2:30am, one single malt down (by the way, delicious), a budweiser in hand, watching one moroccan slide around outside in his alligator skin boots collecting snow on his Jean Paul Gaultier shirt. All smiles.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3311907129525938493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=3311907129525938493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/3311907129525938493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/3311907129525938493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-snow-first-snow-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-8834283521306491900</id><published>2007-01-16T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T00:36:18.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this doesn't call for an apologyI haven't looked at my public blog in months. Things are moving along.  The Holidays came and went and they were sublime.I've got a new year ahead of me. So many things to push forward and improve.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8834283521306491900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=8834283521306491900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/8834283521306491900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/8834283521306491900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-doesnt-call-for-apology-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-115908689694790875</id><published>2006-09-24T04:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T12:40:01.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Housemate AdrianThank goodness for willing guinea pigs here at home.http://joancuenco.com/periodic/2006/september/23.htm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115908689694790875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=115908689694790875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/115908689694790875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/115908689694790875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-housemate-adrian-thank-goodness-for.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-115862700586663227</id><published>2006-09-18T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T12:41:02.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy birthday shelby</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115862700586663227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=115862700586663227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/115862700586663227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/115862700586663227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-shelby.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-115829966126085856</id><published>2006-09-15T01:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T12:41:21.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>unpacking the new room</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115829966126085856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=115829966126085856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/115829966126085856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/115829966126085856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/unpacking-new-room.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-115821538916679574</id><published>2006-09-14T02:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T01:46:11.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once again, with vigor. More clearly this time.We've moved. Yvette's in the room next door. I love our house. White people live above and below me. And they are always kind. Why the title? Why not the title? Didn't i hear a conductor tell his symphony to do so?Once again, indeed. It's fall in New York. It's beautiful outside and i'm wearing a blazer and yesterday I was wearing flip-flops. Crisper</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115821538916679574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=115821538916679574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/115821538916679574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/115821538916679574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/once-again-with-vigor.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-115634909831348500</id><published>2006-08-23T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T01:39:00.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So there was this competitionAt a photo gallery. And i didn't win. And there were 10 finalists. And i wasn't a finalist. But afterwards, there were 32 Honorable Mentions. And i wasone of them.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115634909831348500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=115634909831348500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/115634909831348500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/115634909831348500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-there-was-this-competition-at-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-115625628711683485</id><published>2006-08-22T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T10:18:07.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So it seems to methat Fall is just around the bend. And oh, how i've spent the summer. It went quickly and i don't think it was a waste, but it left me out of sorts. And now the weather is cooler. And i'm still wearing flip-flops and didn't we just have a barbecue?My relationship with everything these past few warmer months has been up and down and back up again. Even if it is indeed the Fall. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115625628711683485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=115625628711683485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/115625628711683485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/115625628711683485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-it-seems-to-me-that-fall-is-just.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-115302683894329347</id><published>2006-07-16T01:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T01:53:18.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm moving in 2 weeks and nothing's packed. I'm in denial that i'm actually going to move everything in my house. The toilet paper, the cleaning agents, the knives, the matchbooks, the corks with no bottles, the dried sage, the new sunglasses, the sneakers, the postcards, the extra stamps, the bathmat, the checkbook, the refrigerator magnets, and the organic butter. All of it and more. I can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115302683894329347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=115302683894329347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/115302683894329347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/115302683894329347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-moving-in-2-weeks-and-nothings.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-115297750347012025</id><published>2006-07-15T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T11:31:43.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hap-hap-happy summerSummer's in full swing. It's muggy now, it was simply hot yesterday, and the day before that it rained. I should be looking at an apartment right now, but i just don't want to. Yvette's fast asleep. August is looming.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115297750347012025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=115297750347012025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/115297750347012025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/115297750347012025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/hap-hap-happy-summer-summers-in-full.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-114352070953915141</id><published>2006-03-27T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T23:40:52.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On William Eggleston in the Real WorldI guess the reason why i was upset by the documentary was therealization that there is this whole thing happening inside of me andthen there's this outside thing, the world and my photographs of theworld. And i feel sometimes like unless i figure myself out, then ican't really make great photographs.And yet there's this master, chainsmoking and drinking and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114352070953915141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=114352070953915141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/114352070953915141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/114352070953915141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/on-william-eggleston-in-real-world-i.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-114118485106605518</id><published>2006-02-28T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T22:50:39.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there is a medleyof wine and beer and coffee in my stomach. They've met before. The first two are better acquainted.Ray celebrated his birthday today. He's technically 9 and a 1/2, having snuck into the world on February 29th. He turns 10 in two years. go figure.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114118485106605518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=114118485106605518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/114118485106605518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/114118485106605518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/there-is-medley-of-wine-and-beer-and.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-114034245018952050</id><published>2006-02-19T04:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T04:53:25.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's pretty late. It's much closer to Sunday morning's sun than I'm used to. This past month has been full of extra late nights and races home to make it to bed before first light. I've only been beaten once.I like this. I like this quiet. Nothing much stirring here. An amplifier pushes Colin's lyrics into my living room. ...Oh what a rush of ripe élanLanguor on divans...I don't even know what he</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114034245018952050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=114034245018952050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/114034245018952050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/114034245018952050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-pretty-late.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-114041058534390225</id><published>2006-02-17T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T22:49:20.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Post Dinner DancingI call your name girl...Lauryn came over for Stir Fryday. Yvette was spinning Debarge.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114041058534390225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=114041058534390225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/114041058534390225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/114041058534390225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/post-dinner-dancing-i-call-your-name.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-113821277493705387</id><published>2006-01-25T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T13:18:16.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Practice Practice Practice</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113821277493705387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=113821277493705387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/113821277493705387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/113821277493705387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/practice-practice-practice.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-113311836166321656</id><published>2005-11-27T13:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T13:17:38.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alex and Ed's October visitI didn't get around to posting this last month, but here we are at Matchless where they serve my favorite draft - Rogue Schwartzbier. Ed seemed to like it lots.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113311836166321656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=113311836166321656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/113311836166321656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/113311836166321656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/alex-and-eds-october-visit-i-didnt-get_27.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-113165591370974443</id><published>2005-11-10T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T13:10:38.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>homecoming15 moons have passed. Finally home for a visit.Hi Mom. And Happy Birthday Yvette.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113165591370974443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=113165591370974443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/113165591370974443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/113165591370974443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/homecoming-15-moons-have-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-113150722784883266</id><published>2005-11-08T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T13:03:41.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>T-minus 6 hours.It's almost time to head back to California. I think i'm ready. I think i'm ready for home. i think i'm ready to be a New Yorker on the West Coast. Fire up the BBQ, drive me to my favorite bar.Congratulations with the wedding. You look so happy together. Salud.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113150722784883266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=113150722784883266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/113150722784883266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/113150722784883266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/t-minus-6-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-113080664662012395</id><published>2005-10-31T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T19:59:29.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who was it?I vaguely remember a conversation with a friend about books vs. movies. He said that movies were better at communicating than books because they leave no room for the viewer's interpretation. I disagree. Oh, I remember now, it was Shane. I respectfully disagree with you, Shane. I think books are just as enjoyable and communicative as film.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113080664662012395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=113080664662012395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/113080664662012395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/113080664662012395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/10/who-was-it-i-vaguely-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-113035484373176474</id><published>2005-10-25T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T15:31:35.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>List List ListResearch Joshua Braff booksFind another new hat for winter.Consider asking John "what the fuck?"Rally Ian the super photo assistant to my sideContact Aaron + Drummer for portrait sessionDo i really need a Mighty Mouse?Sack up on new project. goddamit.Art opening tomorrow night. Schedule drilling/guitar session w/Tom O.Buy a guitar hook.Think of an assignment for Tom.Always have an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113035484373176474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=113035484373176474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/113035484373176474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/113035484373176474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/10/list-list-list-research-joshua-braff.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-112821876371073812</id><published>2005-10-01T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T22:06:03.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WhineyYvette pointed out that i've been bitching a lot. There's a lot to bitch about, but there are plenty of good things happening.Fall is coming. It's crisper out here. I went to a football game for the first time. We tailgated and i had a blast and caught it on camera.Yvette and I braved IKEA again and came home with fantastic spoils.I got a new haircut yesterday.I'm going to one or even two(!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112821876371073812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=112821876371073812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/112821876371073812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/112821876371073812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/10/whiney-yvette-pointed-out-that-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-112732416431286391</id><published>2005-09-21T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T13:36:56.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once again, I feel stuck and sluggish. I want my computer, but Apple hasn't released it. I want to buy some new books, but they haven't been released yet either. My fancy bike is still stuck in insurance settlement limbo. My other bike's shifter just broke. My pictures are ok, but they're by no means good. This cycle is silly and futile. It's like feeling pangs of hunger just as i'm finishing a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112732416431286391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=112732416431286391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/112732416431286391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/112732416431286391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/09/once-again-i-feel-stuck-and-sluggish.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-112563798476684341</id><published>2005-09-02T01:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T01:21:18.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Despite the niceties of this Rotten Apple, i still dream about having a big porch, a hammock, a record player, and hardwood floors. In my dream, it is eternally dusk in the deep South and someone is singing the blues. I don't know when such things will be my reality, but i will remain hopeful.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112563798476684341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=112563798476684341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/112563798476684341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/112563798476684341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/09/despite-niceties-of-this-rotten-apple.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-112130335854163116</id><published>2005-07-13T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T21:09:18.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One day offlaunder floormats, insurance policy application, redken shampoo, ship cammy 386, lunch (prosciutto, basil, ciabatta (Arrr!)), tekserve, balloons for Margarita, International House park, baklava and yerba mate too, storytelling with Patrick, sugar crash, caipirinhas at Dinosaur BBQ (goodbye sugar crash), grocery shopping @ Fairway, bike shop closed, Odeon hello, Jose hello, mighty wind </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112130335854163116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=112130335854163116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/112130335854163116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/112130335854163116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-day-off-launder-floormats.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-112067695571971390</id><published>2005-07-06T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T15:09:47.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A few months have passed. Apparently New Yorkers enjoy some sort of monsoon season in the summer. As for me, many things slightly different. More like more of the same, but better. Photo is slowly improving. But thank god, it's improving.My 1 year anniversary here in NYC is approaching. I haven't been bored even 1 day. Nevertheless i still daydream about living in the country. A quiet place with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112067695571971390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=112067695571971390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/112067695571971390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/112067695571971390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/07/few-months-have-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-111574612546427136</id><published>2005-05-10T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T13:28:45.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I didn't post in April at all. I am still alive folks. Spring is here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111574612546427136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=111574612546427136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/111574612546427136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/111574612546427136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-didnt-post-in-april-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-111181746558310096</id><published>2005-03-26T01:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T01:12:01.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Moreso than everI've begun chipping away at the block of marble that hides my personal vision. I've taken a handful of photographs now and though some of them are technically correct, they don't have much heart.I don't want to think too much everytime I push the shutter button, but i hope I am gifted enough to make something more than a good exposure.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111181746558310096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=111181746558310096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/111181746558310096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/111181746558310096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/03/moreso-than-ever-ive-begun-chipping.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-111178122183462646</id><published>2005-03-25T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T01:06:24.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've worked 22 hours, I think, in the last 2 days and i'm going backto the restaurant tonight for more. This is supposed to pay off soon,but apparently not yet.The last two weeks have not felt like two weeks. Partly because of thechange in work schedule and also because of the new commitment to makemore (good) friends and shoot more (good and bad) pictures.In some sense, I've achieved more in the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111178122183462646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=111178122183462646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/111178122183462646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/111178122183462646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/03/ive-worked-22-hours-i-think-in-last-2.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-111054960636754529</id><published>2005-03-11T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T09:00:06.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I didn't actuallycome up with more ideas yet. It's cold here (again), and just last week we hit 60. If Mother Nature could decide, maybe I could too. Nevermind -- everybody blames her.Buckle down, Joanie. Stop paralyzing yourself.These are the notes in my moleskine.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111054960636754529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=111054960636754529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/111054960636754529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/111054960636754529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-i-didnt-actually-come-up-with-more.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-110980880743134366</id><published>2005-03-02T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T19:13:27.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I would like to knowwhat I can do to make something new. What story can I tell that no one's heard before? I could make a story about New York life. It's not a new idea. Has anyone said that it is wonderful and shitty and stressful and exciting to carve a life out of this rotten apple? I change my mind about moving everyday.Nevermind. I want to think bigger than my own battle.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110980880743134366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=110980880743134366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/110980880743134366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/110980880743134366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-would-like-to-know-what-i-can-do-to.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-110965504273553251</id><published>2005-03-01T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T00:30:42.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TodayI am $600 closer to being a working photographer.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110965504273553251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=110965504273553251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/110965504273553251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/110965504273553251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/03/today-i-am-600-closer-to-being-working.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-110868607372253311</id><published>2005-02-17T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T19:21:13.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How is itthat the waters are settling and I'm not any better off than before the storm began? I have more time to myself and don't feel any relief. I should be in a better mood, but all i can think about is work tomorrow.I can tell you about bechamel, anjou villages, and speck. I highly recommend the papardelle pasta. I have to crumb that table though. And pick up 20's check. They're putting on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110868607372253311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=110868607372253311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/110868607372253311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/110868607372253311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/02/how-is-it-that-waters-are-settling-and.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-110537822456349858</id><published>2005-01-10T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T17:41:13.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a flu bitten Brooklynite. I haven't had the flu for about 5 years. It is terrible and thankfully only temporary. I like Durham.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110537822456349858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=110537822456349858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/110537822456349858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/110537822456349858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-flu-bitten-brooklynite.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-110436892429037250</id><published>2004-12-29T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T20:20:14.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I lost a tooth today. Well, i mean, i paid the dentist to remove it. She says I have thick skin.I have a headache, either because i'm bored and hungry or because i've been staring at this computer screen for a few hours. Thai fried rice sounds good right now.I probably shouldn't keep spending money the way I have. I haven't updated my spreadsheet in a while.I don't feel like writing about</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110436892429037250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=110436892429037250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/110436892429037250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/110436892429037250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-lost-tooth-today.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-110403489012496975</id><published>2004-12-25T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T00:18:44.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas Eve in New Jersey, two scarves and a camera. What is Christmas without pajamas and modeling new presents?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110403489012496975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=110403489012496975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/110403489012496975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/110403489012496975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-eve-in-new-jersey-two.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-110373752495601718</id><published>2004-12-20T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T00:01:42.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  My public blog has become distastefully out of date. The last post was from mid-October. When readers wore earth tones and bought baby snickers by the pound. I did anyway.Now it's cold. Last night was my first snow. I almost busted my ass twice. but didn't. Thank you adidas.I had french fries and baked lays for breakfast at noon and dread the idea of having another deep fried lunch. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110373752495601718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=110373752495601718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/110373752495601718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/110373752495601718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-public-blog-has-become.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-109802373471599908</id><published>2004-10-17T10:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T10:35:34.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like kites and the northern lights.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109802373471599908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=109802373471599908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/109802373471599908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/109802373471599908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-like-kites-and-northern-lights.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-109521558259136678</id><published>2004-09-14T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T22:36:15.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hailI like the way "California" sounds when I say it in New York. It becomes an idea, a concept for a t-shirt. Native new yorkers ask me why i left the palm trees to move out here. But i like it here. It's been a welcome change.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109521558259136678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=109521558259136678' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/109521558259136678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/109521558259136678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/hail-i-like-way-california-sounds-when.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-109287530849115856</id><published>2004-08-18T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T21:49:49.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's not them, it's me.While Helena was in New York with me last week, I stopped by her hotel in the wealthy neighborhood of Gramercy Park. I've only been here in New York for less than 2 months and most of that time has been spent in various Starbucks and subway stations -- in that regard, I guess I'm assimilating into New York culture just fine. In any case, it was news to me that the park was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109287530849115856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=109287530849115856' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/109287530849115856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/109287530849115856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-not-them-its-me.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-109148798350929909</id><published>2004-08-02T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T19:14:28.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New York City is a lot like DisneylandAfter 3 weeks of having zero access to the NY Public Library, i was forced to face the New York state government system to get my replacement social security card (the old one is lost, and besides, it says my name is Jaonclaire). I need my social security card to get an NY id card for proof of residence required to obtain a library card. And so begins </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109148798350929909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=109148798350929909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/109148798350929909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/109148798350929909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/new-york-city-is-lot-like-disneyland.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-109132164760592768</id><published>2004-07-31T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T17:25:38.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had a full day in new york cityi got both my colors and whites doneplayed pop songs on guitartook a nap,two showers andhad 3 peanut butter and jelly sandwichesand a glass of water.I am quickly learninghow to make a dollar out of fifteen cents.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109132164760592768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=109132164760592768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/109132164760592768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/109132164760592768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-had-full-day-in-new-york-city-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-109148877663976853</id><published>2004-07-30T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T19:19:36.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I kicked it with my brasilian friend Helena. The last I saw her, we were wrapped up in winter jackets and scarves to celebrate our birthdays here in Manhattan. This time around, she wore a summer dress that she bought at a small shop on 3rd Ave for $10. I bought us ice cream from the Mr. Softee truck.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109148877663976853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=109148877663976853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/109148877663976853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/109148877663976853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-kicked-it-with-my-brasilian-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-108974365798662535</id><published>2004-07-13T14:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T14:34:17.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new place to worknew york will be new for me, but starbucks will not. As of last night, my new post will be at the starbucks on 43rd and Broadway at Times Square. I don't think it gets busier than that.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/108974365798662535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=108974365798662535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/108974365798662535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/108974365798662535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/07/new-place-to-work-new-york-will-be-new.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-108973049239103832</id><published>2004-07-13T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T10:54:52.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pounding pavementApartment searching in Brooklyn on Saturday ended up being one of the crappiest days of my life. Not knowing any better, I had chosen to look at 5 apartments in a poor neighborhood. I spent five glorious hours riding the subway and walking around in July heat only to arrive in various tenderloin-esque places in Park Slope. I always heard that Park Slope is a beautiful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/108973049239103832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=108973049239103832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/108973049239103832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/108973049239103832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/07/pounding-pavement-apartment-searching.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-108942935724627134</id><published>2004-07-10T02:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T23:33:05.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i shaw carrie bradshawon 86th and 1st Ave. I'm not sure what spiritual significance that has, but i choose to take it as a good omen. My first morning in New York and i see the star of my favorite show.It hasn't all hit me that this is now my home. But i have to say it's a good feeling to walk the city streets and realize i'm not on vacation.Tomorrow i'm going to Brooklyn to look at 5 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/108942935724627134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=108942935724627134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/108942935724627134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/108942935724627134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-shaw-carrie-bradshaw-on-86th-and-1st.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-108846296508529327</id><published>2004-06-28T18:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T18:49:25.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am no more preparedto be a New Yorker than I was back in March. I have not so much as a bag packed and i'm flying next Thursday. There's not much I can do to prepare, and yet the purpose is so big. It feels as though this "move" is so much bigger than putting some clothes in a bag with my toothbrush and visa check card.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/108846296508529327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=108846296508529327' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/108846296508529327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/108846296508529327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-am-no-more-prepared-to-be-new-yorker.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-108804067471886586</id><published>2004-06-23T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T22:08:55.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today Imet two new interns for Mikorp and took my Eames chair home.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/108804067471886586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=108804067471886586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/108804067471886586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/108804067471886586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/06/today-i-met-two-new-interns-for-mikorp.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-108788471009075496</id><published>2004-06-22T01:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T19:41:15.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dangerous placesexhibit a: 1 thumb, 3 stitches, and very poor macro on camera phone. Better this way, though.I sliced my thumb open at 6:30am two days ago opening a box of sugar with a razor blade. I've never had stitches before. Despite the various injections of anesthestic I received to avoid the pain of being sewn up, I'm kind of glad it happened. I haven't been able to grab anything </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/108788471009075496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=108788471009075496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/108788471009075496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/108788471009075496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/06/dangerous-places-exhibit-1-thumb-3.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-108545667546340057</id><published>2004-05-24T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T23:44:35.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My source of inspiration </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/108545667546340057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=108545667546340057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/108545667546340057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/108545667546340057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-source-of-inspiration.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-108545711158646501</id><published>2004-05-24T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T21:05:52.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Silliness at work. Throwin' W up for Westside and WuTang. Thank goodness for cameraphone. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/108545711158646501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=108545711158646501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/108545711158646501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/108545711158646501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/05/silliness-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-108545592343348390</id><published>2004-05-24T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T23:32:03.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>going and goingI'll be in New York after July 19, when my cousin and his family will be back in town to let me crash at their apartment in Manhattan. I'll be scouting apartments for my sister and I and will hopefully find a place by early August.The next step is to get my plane ticket. Notice that I didn't say "buy my plane ticket". I was able to get a free roundtrip ticket voucher from United</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/108545592343348390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=108545592343348390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/108545592343348390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/108545592343348390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/05/going-and-going-ill-be-in-new-york.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-108468161989767017</id><published>2004-05-16T00:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T18:15:01.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[concord]first beer with my dad.Nigiri, wasabi, toyo, and Kirin all came out to play.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/108468161989767017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=108468161989767017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/108468161989767017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/108468161989767017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/05/concord-first-beer-with-my-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-108300191604602736</id><published>2004-04-26T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T18:40:45.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>old habitsIn an attempt to bring back my habit of writing about my life every day or every other day, I am writing once again. This time, i'm waiting to leave for the BART station to take my life agent licensing exam in San Francisco.A year ago i celebrated Winita's birthday by salsa dancing in Berkeley. I had also just made plans to go to Brasil in June.This year, i've spent the month of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/108300191604602736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/108300191604602736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/04/old-habits-in-attempt-to-bring-back-my.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-108278331101711281</id><published>2004-04-24T01:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T01:12:34.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[concord]happy birthday to blogThree years and counting.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/108278331101711281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=108278331101711281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/108278331101711281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/108278331101711281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/04/concord-happy-birthday-to-blog-three.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-108269281158591496</id><published>2004-04-23T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T00:09:17.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[concord]back from the deadI was at the cash register ringing up a woman with 3 starbucks cards in tow. I combined all of the cards into one. She now has about $30 worth of starbucks buying power in one piece of plastic. She added, "My mother-in-law just died, and we found these cards in her wallet. My husband wouldn't touch them, but i figured his mom would have wanted to treat us to coffee."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/108269281158591496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=108269281158591496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/108269281158591496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/108269281158591496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/04/concord-back-from-dead-i-was-at-cash.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-106746004814076819</id><published>2003-10-29T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T15:42:52.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fun in san luis obispo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/106746004814076819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=106746004814076819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/106746004814076819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/106746004814076819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/10/fun-in-san-luis-obispo.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-106693163883378683</id><published>2003-10-23T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T19:19:33.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my clothes are hangingon the clothesline: A green Starbucks apron, a shirt promoting New York, and a cycling jersey. That about sums up my present state of mind.When i first started working at Starbucks, i thought that i'd taken a step down by working at a place requiring a uniform. It couldn't be a grownup job if I had to wear closed toe shoes, khakis, black or white oxford or polo, and an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/106693163883378683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=106693163883378683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/106693163883378683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/106693163883378683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/10/my-clothes-are-hanging-on-clothesline.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-106670838113402764</id><published>2003-10-20T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T19:53:11.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why i love working at Starbucks Exhibit A:Today I learned that the frenchman ordering two doppio espressos has paint on his hands because he paints houses and canvases. His name is Jean.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/106670838113402764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=106670838113402764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/106670838113402764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/106670838113402764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/10/why-i-love-working-at-starbucks.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-106617854724490817</id><published>2003-10-14T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T20:45:31.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[concord]continuedI haven't been writing much over the past few months, and it's because i just haven't felt inclined to post my thoughts here. I recall starting this journal because there are a number of advantages to reading about my past. I can't describe what it's like to read my journal and relive memories and look back at my old self. For this reason, i will continue writing, but most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/106617854724490817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=106617854724490817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/106617854724490817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/106617854724490817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/10/concord-continued-i-havent-been.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-106462683534824472</id><published>2003-09-26T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T21:40:35.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Born on dateHappy Birthday to James and Vishali. :o)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/106462683534824472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=106462683534824472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/106462683534824472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/106462683534824472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/09/born-on-date-happy-birthday-to-james.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-106461948095175849</id><published>2003-09-26T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T19:38:00.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[san francisco]hullo?Hey folks. I've been building my website up from scratch and have thus been neglecting my web journal.In addition, i've been doing most of my thinking sans-blog. So i apologize for the dearth in content here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/106461948095175849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=106461948095175849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/106461948095175849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/106461948095175849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/09/san-francisco-hullo-hey-folks.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-106291882497765869</id><published>2003-09-07T03:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T17:52:16.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[concord]last night i wentto my cousin's cotillion.  It was a little on the "we be thuggin' " tip, but at least it was festive thuggin'.  Most memorable experience of the evening?  I found the following entry in the event program booklet: "Hey Joy, you're such a great friend, I wish you luck ... etc. etc. etc. So Happy 18th Birthday!!! Love, Dinah, status: single, 707-555-8576"Good lawd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/106291882497765869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=106291882497765869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/106291882497765869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/106291882497765869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/09/concord-last-night-i-went-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-106236766817422996</id><published>2003-08-31T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T21:21:22.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Concord]I would have to saythat I haven't had enough random experiences in the last few days that I deem blogworthy. Melissa said it best, "If you can’t complain excessively and you can’t tell all your best news because you’ve learned that some things should be sacred and personal, then what is the point of having a personal website?  One must find a happy medium, and my middle ground </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/106236766817422996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=106236766817422996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/106236766817422996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/106236766817422996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/08/concord-i-would-have-to-say-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-106136027206839311</id><published>2003-08-20T02:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T02:18:02.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[concord]Conversing with Nickover his last American Apple Pie before leaving for Paris, sowed the seeds for developing my voice as a photographer. Every great artist sees the world just a little differently from the rest of us. So I want to dig deep within my soul and find what it is I want to say. I hope it's something beautiful.My method of shooting has always depended on instinct. A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/106136027206839311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=106136027206839311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/106136027206839311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/106136027206839311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/08/concord-conversing-with-nick-over-his.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-106116414045608860</id><published>2003-08-17T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T18:32:25.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[concord]so my friend nick recommendedthe movie George Washington (2000).  I just finished watching it.  Despite its sluggish pace, I absolutely enjoyed the film.  It left me needing to think about a lot, but one of my immediate conclusions is that our lives consist of moments: describing a first kiss, sharing stories with friends on a sleepy afternoon, feeling the wind in your face on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/106116414045608860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=106116414045608860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/106116414045608860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/106116414045608860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/08/concord-so-my-friend-nick-recommended.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-106097564728370475</id><published>2003-08-15T15:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T17:02:09.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[san francisco]&gt;&gt;Everyday is so wonderful, and suddenly, it's hard to breathe&lt;&lt; Christina Aguilera's "Beautiful"A State of LimboSince returning from Brasil, the past month and a half has been full of turbulence peppered with calm.  My post-graduation experience is an unsettling mix of worry, confusion, and a lack of direction.  Thankfully, fear is not included in this myriad range of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/106097564728370475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=106097564728370475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/106097564728370475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/106097564728370475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/08/san-francisco-everyday-is-so-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-106074232062358359</id><published>2003-08-12T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T22:41:44.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[concord]MallratsAlex, Trissie, and I spent six glorious hours at Sunvalley Mall going back and forth between American Eagle, Charlotte Russe, Forever 21, Hollister, and Abercrombie.  I haven't spent a whole day at the mall in a very long time.  It was nice to be there on a Tuesday morning through afternoon :: the floors devoid of teeny boppers, the stores empty, the lines super short.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/106074232062358359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=106074232062358359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/106074232062358359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/106074232062358359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/08/concord-mallrats-alex-trissie-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-106022401524601103</id><published>2003-08-06T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T22:40:15.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[concord]my dad saysthat Arnold is his favorite candidate.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/106022401524601103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=106022401524601103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/106022401524601103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/106022401524601103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/08/concord-my-dad-says-that-arnold-is-his.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-106012703876546496</id><published>2003-08-05T19:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T19:44:30.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[concord]More photosI posted my favorite shots online, you can find them by clicking on the screenshot below.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/106012703876546496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=106012703876546496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/106012703876546496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/106012703876546496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/08/concord-more-photos-i-posted-my.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-105973510262635583</id><published>2003-08-01T06:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T06:54:11.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[concord]I've been homefor almost a month now.  I received an email from Tasha, a UCLA film major I met during my first evening in Bahia.  She'll be back in California in 3 weeks.  She wants to hear some of my thoughts before she returns to America.  The following is an excerpt from my reply:"One of the great lessons i learned was that Brasil didn't have anything that was quantitatively more</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/105973510262635583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=105973510262635583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/105973510262635583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/105973510262635583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/08/concord-ive-been-home-for-almost-month.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-105877502508413366</id><published>2003-07-21T04:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T04:11:27.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[concord]more picturesI created a mini album from my travelling partner's digital pictures.  Here's a thumbnail of what you'll find:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/105877502508413366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=105877502508413366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/105877502508413366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/105877502508413366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/07/concord-more-pictures-i-created-mini.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-105864938779945238</id><published>2003-07-19T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T17:16:27.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[concord]big kid nowI've always hated dealing with finances.  This is part of the reason I prefer not to make big purchases--cars, houses, ponies, yachts, diamond shoes, etc.  But alas, i took advantage of financialaid.com and applied to consolidate my student loans.  Exciting i know.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/105864938779945238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=105864938779945238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/105864938779945238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/105864938779945238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/07/concord-big-kid-now-ive-always-hated.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-105826192470611827</id><published>2003-07-15T05:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T05:45:17.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[concord]primerthe following is a blurb of thoughts after finishing "Adaptation", a film starring Nicolas Cage and Meryl Streep.  I'll be watching the movie again tomorrow.the thought occurredto me as I watched Spike Jonze's "Adaptation", that i should no longer put things on hold.  I seem to be deeply devoted to an ideal.  Solely dedicated to doing things worth doing.  No more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/105826192470611827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=105826192470611827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/105826192470611827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/105826192470611827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/07/concord-primer-following-is-blurb-of.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-105770916313783417</id><published>2003-07-08T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T00:16:58.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[concord]&gt;&gt;Thoughts meander like a restless wind Inside a letter box theyTumble blindly as they make their wayAcross the universe...&lt;&lt;  Fiona Apple's rendition of The Beatles' "Across the Universe"Day offI officially graduated on May 22, however, today was the first day of my American summer vacation.  It's not as dramatic as it sounds.  I'm pretty proud of how productive I've been.  My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/105770916313783417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=105770916313783417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/105770916313783417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/105770916313783417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/07/concord-thoughts-meander-like-restless.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-105764267441429534</id><published>2003-07-08T01:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T01:37:54.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[concord]back to realityI spent my first full day back from Brasil at my internship at the SFBC.  The next morning (4th of July), I was on a plane to Long Beach for a family reunion.  It was a night of dinner and dancing and then back on a plane to Oakland on Saturday afternoon.So I'm finally back on the ground for an undetermined amount of time.  I haven't yet really thought about what I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/105764267441429534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=105764267441429534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/105764267441429534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/105764267441429534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/07/concord-back-to-reality-i-spent-my.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-105719180751306706</id><published>2003-07-02T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T20:23:27.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day 36[Concord]desembarqueAnd so it goes, Brasil is now a part of my past, no longer my present.  Being back in America is odd.  It's silly to say, but it's so strange not to see Brasilians everywhere.  It's strange not to struggle to order at a restaurant.  It's strange to hear English on loudspeakers.  It's strange to see the suburbs and not the beautiful urban sprawl of Sao Paulo.I miss </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/105719180751306706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=105719180751306706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/105719180751306706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/105719180751306706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/07/day-36-concord-desembarque-and-so-it.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-105699016784331533</id><published>2003-06-30T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T20:20:35.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day 33[Pelourinho, Salvador, Bahia]Light at the endI return to America on Wednesday morning, July 2.  It's time for my American summer to begin :: backyard barbecues, road trips, bike rides.  I'll see you all soon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/105699016784331533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=105699016784331533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/105699016784331533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/105699016784331533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/06/day-33-pelourinho-salvador-bahia-light.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-95190152</id><published>2003-06-02T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T09:34:22.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day 6[Vila Mariana, Sao Paulo]So far so very very goodThese past few days in the city have been great.  My Portuguese is slowly but surely improving.  Nevertheless, I'm pretty far from blending in with the locals.  In America, I was often mistaken for being Indian, Hawaiian, Middle Eastern, etc.  Even though Brasilians are all a smattering of different ethnicities, there's still no chance </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/95190152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=95190152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/95190152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/95190152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/06/day-6-vila-mariana-sao-paulo-so-far-so.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-95009767</id><published>2003-05-28T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T02:34:37.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day One[sao paulo] Oi! Tudo Bem?! Hey!  Everything good?So today was our first day in Brasil.  Good Lawd, I'm in Brasil, what have I gotten myself into?!  We were able to get to Beca's apartment and stumbled through ordering Arabic fast food.  Apparently food is super cheap and super good out here and I'll have to be careful about what I eat.The trip out here wasn't bad at all.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/95009767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=95009767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/95009767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/95009767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/05/day-one-sao-paulo-oi-tudo-bem-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-94915592</id><published>2003-05-26T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T03:39:50.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[concord]me voyfor real.  Tomorrow morning my flight leaves at 12pm.  Off to Brazil until July 2.  Perhaps I might be able to blog from out there, but until then, hasta pronto.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/94915592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=94915592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/94915592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/94915592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/05/concord-me-voy-for-real.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-94724030</id><published>2003-05-22T01:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T01:55:35.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[berkeley]&gt;&gt;I've acted out my life in stages, with ten thousand people watching...&lt;&lt; Donny Hathaway's "A Song for You"I'm exhausted.  I want to go to sleep, but my days at this desk in this room at this house are numbered.  I feel the onset of change and am no longer afraid.  Perhaps I will eat my words in a few weeks.  Perhaps I will wish I never left California once I'm in Brazil struggling</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/94724030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=94724030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/94724030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/94724030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/05/berkeley-ive-acted-out-my-life-in.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-94716156</id><published>2003-05-21T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T22:33:52.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[berkeley]That's itI'm done.  Tapos na ako.  fineesh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/94716156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=94716156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/94716156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/94716156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/05/berkeley-thats-it-im-done.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-94645935</id><published>2003-05-20T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T14:56:58.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Haas Library, berkeley]Countdown: 3.5 hoursI finished my Materials Science final this morning and am waiting for my Tagalog final at 12:30pm.  wait for it...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/94645935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=94645935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/94645935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/94645935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/05/haas-library-berkeley-countdown-3.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-94597836</id><published>2003-05-19T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T16:44:06.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[berkeley]Countdown: 26 hoursOne final down, two more to go.  I needed a break after a grueling 3 hour exam, so Alex and I went to Pollo for lunch.  We decided to try a place we'd never been, seeing as our days in Berkeley are numbered.  There's just nothing like a bacon cheeseburger fresh off the grill followed by a small cone of Ben &amp; Jerry's Coconut Almond Chunk enjoyed in the sunshine.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/94597836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=94597836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/94597836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/94597836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/05/berkeley-countdown-26-hours-one-final.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-94528150</id><published>2003-05-18T03:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T16:39:15.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[berkeley]&gt;&gt;It's the Eye of the Tiger, It's the thrill of the fight...&lt;&lt;  Survivor's "Eye of the Tiger"Dead Day 4Uy vey, i'm closing in on the last few days of college.  Study study la la la.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/94528150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=94528150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/94528150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/94528150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/05/berkeley-its-eye-of-tiger-its-thrill.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-94374799</id><published>2003-05-15T02:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T02:17:32.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Moffitt Library Workstation, Berkeley]&gt;&gt;It's a damn cold night, trying to figure out this life...&lt;&lt; Avril Lavigne's "I'm With You"Dead Day 1I've never had such a difficult time studying for finals.  Although I recognize the need to play a whole helluva lot of catch-up, I find myself daydreaming about my college experience and wonder what life will be like PB (post-Brazil).  So many things</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/94374799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=94374799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/94374799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/94374799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/05/moffitt-library-workstation-berkeley.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-94283169</id><published>2003-05-13T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T15:43:48.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[berkeley]7 Days 3 Hours 0 minutesuntil the end of finals.Tonight I'll be performing my Final Skit in Tagalog 1B &gt;&gt; Sa Likod ng Musika: Istorya ng Rice Girls &lt;&lt;I have to stop by ACE Hardware to buy a styrofoam egg for our skit--we're making a Golden Balut award...You are all invited.  Our skit is the bomb explosive.  It's got drama, choreography, singing, laughs, and sass.  [raise the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/94283169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=94283169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/94283169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/94283169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/05/berkeley-7-days-3-hours-0-minutes-sa.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-94007827</id><published>2003-05-08T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T15:42:58.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[berkeley]Twelve Daysbefore I take the last final of my college career.  (cue Michelle Branch's "Goodbye to You...")So until then, i've got wall to wall scheduling with studying and fun.I'm out the door to SFBC (see previous entry), will write more later.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/94007827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=94007827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/94007827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/94007827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/05/berkeley-twelve-days-before-i-take.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-93673680</id><published>2003-05-02T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T17:31:43.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[berkeley]bikes bikes bikesThanks to Nico, I found out about an unpaid web design internship on craigslist at the San Francisco Bicycle Coalition.  I got an email from their Operations Manager this morning saying that I'd been selected for the job.  yee-haw.take me out to thebaaaallgaammme...  I went to my first ever baseball game on Tuesday night with the Senior Class of 2003.  I had my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/93673680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=93673680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/93673680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/93673680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/05/berkeley-bikes-bikes-bikes-thanks-to.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-93547691</id><published>2003-04-30T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T19:07:29.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[berkeley]Me Voyfor real.  Theresa (my partner in crime for Brazil) bought tickets last night.  We depart on May 27, 2003.  Five days after I walk.Below is a quick peek at what the month of June will be like for me:I always joke about diamond shoes...but Voodoo found some for real for real. She says they're going for 1 million pounds (US$1.59 Million).    And toni Tony, my birthday's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/93547691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=93547691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/93547691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/93547691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/04/berkeley-me-voy-for-real.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-93351311</id><published>2003-04-27T14:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T14:08:56.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[berkeley]¡Baila Baila!We celebrated Winita's birthday yesterday with dinner and salsa dancing.  I'd never salsa'd before, but I had a great time.  It was so fun dancing with guys who wanted to dance...I don't encounter that often in my life.  There were some super good dancers.  I danced with one older guy (whose name I learned was Ricky) a handful of times.  The first couple times, I felt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/93351311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=93351311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/93351311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/93351311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/04/berkeley-baila-baila-we-celebrated.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011937.post-93275994</id><published>2003-04-25T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T22:58:41.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[berkeley]I Happened tosurf into a random blog.  In it I found a wonderful quote.  Definitely one to keep in my pocket.From Peter's blog:'Just want to pass on a piece of advice that my mother gave to me...A piece of advice that's beautiful in its simplicity and simple in its beauty."Cheer up, love - it might never happen." 'I do believe that one just made my day.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/93275994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3011937&amp;postID=93275994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/93275994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011937/posts/default/93275994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaniesthoughts.blogspot.com/2003/04/berkeley-i-happened-to-surf-into.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
