<?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-4197677040630090927</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:37:22.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peculiar Pen-Pushing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-3943336478625926650</id><published>2010-09-06T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T08:32:06.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PAX</title><content type='html'>So my first PAX is over, and it was quite the experience. &amp;nbsp;We stayed in my parents loft in Pioneer Square, and it took us about 15-20 minutes to walk to the convention every day, but it wasn't too bad. &amp;nbsp;We met lots of cool people, saw some nice costumes, and Dave played some good games (I was generally too freaked out by all the people to sit down and play something in the middle of it all). &amp;nbsp;My two favorite things from the whole convention? &amp;nbsp;The Omegaclaw and Wil Wheaton. &amp;nbsp;First off, the Omegaclaw could not have been any cooler. &amp;nbsp;Secondly, Wil Wheaton makes people happy, and that's awesome. &amp;nbsp;And he made Dave extremely happy, and that's even more awesome! &amp;nbsp;I'll post pictures when they get developed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-3943336478625926650?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/3943336478625926650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/09/pax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/3943336478625926650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/3943336478625926650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/09/pax.html' title='PAX'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-2121419487880892592</id><published>2010-07-17T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T13:59:58.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Francisco and the Grand Canyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I finally got one of my rolls of film developed from the road trip! This one had pictures of the grand canyon and San Francisco on it, shot on slide film on my LCA. &amp;nbsp;The Elephant Seals we saw at a lookout point on the coastal highway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The Golden Gate Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/TEIVv-IeilI/AAAAAAAAADs/nCAV7tAmBP8/s1600/FH010022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/TEIVv-IeilI/AAAAAAAAADs/nCAV7tAmBP8/s320/FH010022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Grand Canyon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/TEIVm9y0mRI/AAAAAAAAADk/K10nOjZsET0/s1600/FH010012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/TEIVm9y0mRI/AAAAAAAAADk/K10nOjZsET0/s320/FH010012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Elephant Seals in California!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/TEIV_hieodI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9YbOM9bCZyw/s1600/FH010018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/TEIV_hieodI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9YbOM9bCZyw/s320/FH010018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-2121419487880892592?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/2121419487880892592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/07/san-francisco-and-grand-canyon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-5520811423841376108</id><published>2010-07-16T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T19:36:57.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime</title><content type='html'>It's been a weird summer here in the Northwest. &amp;nbsp;The sun didn't really come out until last week, when it was in the 90s all of a sudden. &amp;nbsp;And although the heat is rather unpleasant, it means daily pool parties, and I do love the pool. &amp;nbsp;What's better than getting good exercise while having fun, cooling off, and hanging out with family?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-5520811423841376108?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-1081836205519037438</id><published>2010-07-14T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T16:38:15.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>So I've been thinking about yarn again lately, and other crafts, and making more things, and potentially selling them. &amp;nbsp;So I made a new blog. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://twistedweb.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://twistedweb.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;! &amp;nbsp;Sorry Blogger, the namespace I wanted was taken :( &amp;nbsp;I'll still be updating this with all the normal meanderings and stuff, but now I have a blog solely dedicated to my crafty life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note, I'm sitting at Starbucks working on my laptop, and Dave is working, and he's pretty cute back there :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-1081836205519037438?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/1081836205519037438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/1081836205519037438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/1081836205519037438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-6671399347334588930</id><published>2010-07-10T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T14:32:14.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, an update!</title><content type='html'>So yes, I know it's been FOREVER since I updated this thing, but what can I say? &amp;nbsp;I've been busy :) &amp;nbsp;Dave and I got home and it's been go go go ever since. &amp;nbsp;Moving his stuff in went pretty smoothly thanks to the help of all of our wonderful friends and family, and since then we've just been settling into living together, which so far has been amazing. &amp;nbsp;Different, for sure, and not always easy, but worth every harsh word and compromise. &amp;nbsp;We push each other to live up to our potential, and we're both better people for it. &amp;nbsp;But enough sappy stuff, who wants to hear that anyway? &amp;nbsp;How about some pretty pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went camping a couple weeks ago at Salt Creek by Port Angeles, here is Tongue Point at sunset:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/TDjjbfhilYI/AAAAAAAAADU/LzT72obLWtE/s1600/P1090124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/TDjjbfhilYI/AAAAAAAAADU/LzT72obLWtE/s320/P1090124.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gettysburg:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/TDjllai0dkI/AAAAAAAAADc/GP7cG2HZoU0/s1600/P1010239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/TDjllai0dkI/AAAAAAAAADc/GP7cG2HZoU0/s320/P1010239.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-6671399347334588930?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/6671399347334588930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/07/finally-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-7782825032006186065</id><published>2010-03-17T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:31:49.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip Days 14-17</title><content type='html'>After getting very confused about the time change, we left Las Vegas, heading towards Los Angeles.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't an exciting drive, although I did see a Roadrunner!&amp;nbsp; It was cute, Dave was sleeping and missed it.&amp;nbsp;We got a little lost trying to find my friends house, but he helped us get there and we hung out with a bunch of people in Santa Clarita, eating Chipotle (an old college favorite of mine) and watching Extract which was decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to LAl; we ate at Cielito Lindo, the "best taquitos in the world!" according to my mom.&amp;nbsp; They were pretty good.&amp;nbsp; We went to a nice graphic novel store and then headed north.&amp;nbsp; We are getting a little tired and LA was too much.&amp;nbsp; We'll be back though.&amp;nbsp; We drove north and spent the night in Pismo Beach, where we got chowder in a sourdough bowl from the Splash Cafe, which was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Pismo beach and drove to Hearst Castle, which was really cool.&amp;nbsp; Then we drove up the windy coastal California 1, towards San Francisco.&amp;nbsp; We ate at the Monterey Bay Brewing Company, which was ok but not all that memorable.&amp;nbsp; We got to San Francisco late and just got a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco was great today.&amp;nbsp; We went to Fisherman's Wharf early so there weren't very many other people there yet and the air was still nice and cool.&amp;nbsp; We followed that up with a trip to Paxton Gate, a cool little store with wares that can only be described as "mad scientist-y".&amp;nbsp; We went to Flax, a big art supply store, and then Delessio Market for lunch, which was pretty good.&amp;nbsp; We drove across the Golden Gate Bridge and heading north on the 101, which was long and beautiful.&amp;nbsp; The trees up here are beautiful.&amp;nbsp; We stopped at the Eel River Brewery and got some delicious beer (I had a stout that was very smooth and very flavorful, and Dave had an Acai Berry Wheat, which was also delicious) and the best chicken fingers I've ever had.&amp;nbsp; It was also St. Patrick's day today so our beer was green!&amp;nbsp; We finally stopped in Eureka and got a hotel for the night. Redwoods tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-7782825032006186065?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/7782825032006186065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/03/road-trip-days-14-17.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/7782825032006186065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/7782825032006186065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/03/road-trip-days-14-17.html' title='Road Trip Days 14-17'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-7302318495309361759</id><published>2010-03-16T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T10:55:27.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip Day 13</title><content type='html'>Day 13 was Las Vegas.&amp;nbsp; We were going to stop at the Hoover Dam but it was a sunny Saturday and there were about a billion people there.&amp;nbsp; So we drove straight to Las Vegas where we hooked up with Aunti Lani and Uncle Brian for lunch and then a tour of the strip.&amp;nbsp; It was tiring, and when we got back to Treasure Island and our room we kind of zoned out and watched tv for a while.&amp;nbsp; But then we went back out and saw the water show thing at the Wynn and then ate sushi at the Palazzo which was really good.&amp;nbsp; It was a fun day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-7302318495309361759?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/7302318495309361759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/03/road-trip-day-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/7302318495309361759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/7302318495309361759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/03/road-trip-day-13.html' title='Road Trip Day 13'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-7106413041580928242</id><published>2010-03-13T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T08:10:52.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip Day 12</title><content type='html'>We went to the grand canyon.&amp;nbsp; It was amazing, of course.&amp;nbsp; Spent most of the day up there, driving around and walking around.&amp;nbsp; It was very snowy though, and we both want to come back when it's nicer out and we're in better shape so we can hike the trails.&amp;nbsp; We ate dinner at a brewery in Flagstaff called the Beaver Street Brewery, where I had their bramble berry brew, which was a raspberry beer and tasted delicious!&amp;nbsp; The food was amazing too, I would highly recommend going there if you're in the area.&amp;nbsp; We had a warm pesto cream cheese appetizer and I had a pesto cheese pizza and dave had a sausage meal, and we were both very happy and full afterward :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-7106413041580928242?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/7106413041580928242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/03/road-trip-day-12.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/7106413041580928242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/7106413041580928242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/03/road-trip-day-12.html' title='Road Trip Day 12'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-489257729933966147</id><published>2010-03-12T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T07:56:40.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip Day 11</title><content type='html'>We went to Petroglyph National Monument in the morning, which was really nice.&amp;nbsp; We hiked a few short trails and saw lots of petroglyphs, it was cold and window but sunny and it was nice getting some fresh air and hiking in.&amp;nbsp; We ate lunch at the Chama River Brewing Company which had a good scottish ale and tasty sweet potato fries. We hit the road headed towards Flagstaff, but stopped at about 4pm at Petrified Forest National Park, which was beautiful, though we didn't have much time there.&amp;nbsp; The painted desert was amazing.&amp;nbsp; We hiked a short trail around the edge looking out over it, it was so beautiful!&amp;nbsp; We drove through the park and saw old pueblo ruins, cone-shaped rock formations and petrified wood littering the desert floor.&amp;nbsp; We were rushed a bit though, due to the park closing at 6.&amp;nbsp; We pulled into Flagstaff at 7:45 and got a hotel and ordered pizza and watched the Incredibles, which Dave had never seen but he really liked it :)&amp;nbsp; It was a good day yesterday, we saw a lot of cool things and got some nice hiking in.&amp;nbsp; On to the grand canyon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-489257729933966147?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/489257729933966147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/03/road-trip-day-11.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/489257729933966147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/489257729933966147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/03/road-trip-day-11.html' title='Road Trip Day 11'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-5317257052997698754</id><published>2010-03-10T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:59:22.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip Days 9-10</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we drove for probably about 7 hours, through desolate parts of Texas and New Mexico, to make it to Santa Fe.&amp;nbsp; When I say desolate, I mean there was nothing for that 7 hours of driving.&amp;nbsp; Nothing.&amp;nbsp; Except Amarillo, where we stopped to eat at the Coyote Bluff Cafe, a little hamburger joint where I got a phenomenal Hickory Burger with bacon, and Dave got "the Burger from Hell" which just about killed him with spiciness.&amp;nbsp; He loved it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Fe was beautiful.&amp;nbsp; It's a small little town at a very high elevation, and the views of the surrounding mountains are just incredible.&amp;nbsp; The plant life is beautiful too, with trees and cactus spread out sparsely.&amp;nbsp; It was a bit chilly though, and in the morning we woke up to 3 inches of snow, much to our surprise.&amp;nbsp; We walked around the plaza area before eating lunch and heading to Albuquerque.&amp;nbsp; I had a roast beef quesadilla which was quite good.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albuquerque is only about an hour southwest of Santa Fe, so we were there in no time.&amp;nbsp; We got a hotel and relaxed, visiting a yarn shop recommended to us by an artist in Santa Fe, and a comic book store that was pretty cool, before heading off to a nice dinner with my old friend Robin and her boyfriend.&amp;nbsp; I haven't seen her in probably at least 5 years, and it was great catching up.&amp;nbsp; We ate at El Pinto, and I had huevos rancheros which was delicious.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad we could hook up, it was great.&amp;nbsp; Now we're back in the room, relaxing before another fun-filled day of driving tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-5317257052997698754?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/5317257052997698754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/03/road-trip-days-9-10.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/5317257052997698754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/5317257052997698754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/03/road-trip-days-9-10.html' title='Road Trip Days 9-10'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-1926482732699825654</id><published>2010-03-08T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:28:07.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip Days 7-8</title><content type='html'>We left Benton after eating a nice free hot breakfast and got on the road to Dallas.&amp;nbsp; We didn't really do anything on the way.&amp;nbsp; The day turned into a horrible rainy grey horrible mess.&amp;nbsp; We hooked up with a friend from WoW in Arlington, that was fun.&amp;nbsp; Always fun to just hang out with friends over a couple beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we got started really late, left the hotel at about 11!&amp;nbsp; We went to the aquarium which was fun, a bit expensive though I thought.&amp;nbsp; It had tons of birds and some monkeys, and a few fish.&amp;nbsp; I thought it was kind of weird, but I'm glad we went, it was fun.&amp;nbsp; And they had a really cool shark tank thing that you walk through.&amp;nbsp; Then we went to this bead store my mom told me about, and the biggest half price books ever.&amp;nbsp; I love that store :)&amp;nbsp; We ate at Whataburger, per Catrophy's recommendation (thanks cat!) and it was delicious.&amp;nbsp; We headed out at about 4:30 planning on making it to Amarillo tonight, but there was an accident and it took us 2 hours to get out of dallas, so we ended up only making it here tonight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-1926482732699825654?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/1926482732699825654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/03/road-trip-days-7-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/1926482732699825654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/1926482732699825654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/03/road-trip-days-7-8.html' title='Road Trip Days 7-8'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-4140042839932057182</id><published>2010-03-06T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T16:19:31.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip Days 5-6</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a fun day.&amp;nbsp; We left Louisville in the morning after finding a weird little bakery where we had some delicious breakfast.&amp;nbsp; I had poacked eggs and proscuttio and dave had some sort of breakfast sandwich.&amp;nbsp; Really good food, not so good coffee.&amp;nbsp; We headed to the Mammoth Cave National Park, about an hour and a half away and spent all day there.&amp;nbsp; We went on two tours of the caves, one 2 hour one going through the big dry caverns and passageways, with all the history and stuff of the war of 1812 and such, and then one hour and 15 minute one through a wet part of the caves with cool formations and weird bugs and such.&amp;nbsp; It was really cool and worth the drive out to it.&amp;nbsp; After that we headed past Nashville and stopped in Dickson, TN for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we spent most of the day driving.&amp;nbsp; We drove through Memphis and then to Little Rock, where we stopped at a brewery for a little sample, and then tried to find a hotel but there was a marathon and a concert or something so we couldn't get a hotel, so we drove more west and stopped in Benton, AR and got a room to relax in for the rest of the night.&amp;nbsp; It's a "takin'-it-easy" kind of day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-4140042839932057182?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/4140042839932057182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/03/road-trip-days-5-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/4140042839932057182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/4140042839932057182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/03/road-trip-days-5-6.html' title='Road Trip Days 5-6'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-328176527858774897</id><published>2010-03-04T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:19:43.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip Days 2-4</title><content type='html'>Gettysburg was great.&amp;nbsp; We went to a fantastic little coffeeshop called Ragged Edge, where I had the best chai I've ever had and a delicious bagel.&amp;nbsp; We walked around the historic downtown area and then headed to the battlefield and spent all our tim in the visitor's center, which was huge.&amp;nbsp; They have a really nice movie about the battle and then the cyclorama was beautiful: a huge, 360 degree oil painting of the battle, from the 1800s.&amp;nbsp; It was amazing.&amp;nbsp; And then the museum took us about 2 hours and we rushed through part of it!&amp;nbsp; Really cool, I'm glad we stopped there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove towards Indianapolis after that, heading down route 30 at first, where we found Mr. Ed's Elephant Museum and Candy Shop, which is exactly what the name implies lol.&amp;nbsp; I wish I could upload pictures but it's not letting me for some reason.&amp;nbsp; It also took us through some snowy mountain roads before we got to i-70.&amp;nbsp; It was pretty uneventful after that.&amp;nbsp; We stayed in St. Clairsville, Ohio for the night and headed to Indianapolis in the morning.&amp;nbsp; We stopped for lunch in Columbus but didn't have any time for anything else there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Uncle Troy's house at about 5:45pm and we all went to eat at their restaurant, which was pretty good but I ended up eating too much.&amp;nbsp; We talked that evening and talked over breakfast, and then we all parted ways again and Dave and I headed down south.&amp;nbsp; It was really good seeing all of them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only took about 2 hours to get to Louisville, so we had time to go to the zoo when we got here, and then went to a couple breweries, which was fun.&amp;nbsp; We ate Kentucky Bison Burgers at the first place which were really good.&amp;nbsp; I'll update again when I can!&amp;nbsp; Sorry about the pictures, I tried!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-328176527858774897?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/328176527858774897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/03/road-trip-days-2-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/328176527858774897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/328176527858774897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/03/road-trip-days-2-4.html' title='Road Trip Days 2-4'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-7226711797819152638</id><published>2010-03-01T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:23:46.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip Day 1</title><content type='html'>We made it.&amp;nbsp; It was grueling, I'll say that, but we made it on the road.&amp;nbsp; I'd like to thank Dave's dad, Lynn, and their neighbor for the tremendous help they were in getting us ready to go.&amp;nbsp; We made it to Gettysburg today, like we had planned, but we got here a little late so we're just relaxing and refreshing so we can see the sights tomorrow before heading west. I'm so excited that we're on our way.&amp;nbsp; I promise I'll have pictures once we actually do something besides just pack and drive :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-7226711797819152638?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/7226711797819152638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/03/road-trip-day-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/7226711797819152638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/7226711797819152638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/03/road-trip-day-1.html' title='Road Trip Day 1'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-6204738993583462938</id><published>2010-02-22T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T07:02:13.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arriving in Albany... Again...</title><content type='html'>I took the red-eye out here this time. &amp;nbsp;Left Seattle at 10pm, got in Albany at 8am. &amp;nbsp;It was a nice flight though, smooth, everything was on time for the most part, and I managed to sleep most of the way. &amp;nbsp;Dave took me out to a diner for breakfast where I had some decent french toast, and we just sat and chatted for a while. &amp;nbsp;It's still sort of slowly sinking in that I'm not going to be leaving him again. &amp;nbsp;When I go home he'll be coming with me! &amp;nbsp;We've been having fun. &amp;nbsp;Lots of packing to do, but we've been taking it easy so far. &amp;nbsp;He's out getting bagels right now. &amp;nbsp;Nothing too exciting has happened yet. &amp;nbsp;We have about a week of packing to do and then we'll be off on our road trip. &amp;nbsp;My mom gave me a new flip video as an early birthday present so we might do a couple "interviews on the road," but we also might be having to much fun for that :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-6204738993583462938?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/6204738993583462938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/02/arriving-in-albany-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/6204738993583462938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/6204738993583462938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/02/arriving-in-albany-again.html' title='Arriving in Albany... Again...'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-8933517557546119130</id><published>2010-02-18T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T16:27:29.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip Preparation</title><content type='html'>Most of you probably already know that I'm going to be going on a road trip across the United States in about a week or so.  I'm in fact heading to Albany tomorrow night, so the preparation for the trip is in full blast right now.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to prepare my apartment for a month away, followed by another person moving in when I get back, is proving to be not quite as difficult as I feared.  I'm fighting the urge to push off packing and cleaning in favor of road trip planning, though.  I'm so excited to see the country, and to share it with the man I love.  I hope the weather is nice for us, I plan on doing a lot of hiking.  I'll try and post pictures and updates while I'm gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-8933517557546119130?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.google.com/' title='Road Trip Preparation'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/8933517557546119130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/02/road-trip-preparation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/8933517557546119130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/8933517557546119130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/02/road-trip-preparation.html' title='Road Trip Preparation'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-8516894901979965587</id><published>2010-02-18T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T16:18:13.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Chrome</title><content type='html'>Testing a google chrome blog extension.  This is the greatest browser ever by the way.  It has so many great features, my favorite is probably the way you can move tabs between windows, and drag them out to form new windows.  So cool!  Well let's see if this posts correctly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-8516894901979965587?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blogger.com/home' title='Google Chrome'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/8516894901979965587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/02/google-chrome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/8516894901979965587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/8516894901979965587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/02/google-chrome.html' title='Google Chrome'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-3606755043597646798</id><published>2010-01-22T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:24:04.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New York Picture Time</title><content type='html'>So Albany was fun.  I definitely missed the green though.  It's rather colorless over there in the winter.  Not bad though, I just am used to seeing green all the time.  It was fun getting to spend so much time with Dave though, and his family.  Here's a picture from our walk through a park:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/S1p49dNOAjI/AAAAAAAAADE/1ZnSWZNz7Fk/s1600-h/P1000948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/S1p49dNOAjI/AAAAAAAAADE/1ZnSWZNz7Fk/s320/P1000948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429785297955979826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave's riding a dinosaur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/S1p488F9YWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zZ6aZyBzq9c/s1600-h/P1000942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/S1p488F9YWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zZ6aZyBzq9c/s320/P1000942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429785289067159906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times Square!  Awww, yeah we're cheesy tourists :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/S1p48WayJnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uO3bNkFvTao/s1600-h/P1010006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/S1p48WayJnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uO3bNkFvTao/s320/P1010006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429785278953956978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-3606755043597646798?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/3606755043597646798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-york-picture-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/3606755043597646798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/3606755043597646798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-york-picture-time.html' title='New York Picture Time'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/S1p49dNOAjI/AAAAAAAAADE/1ZnSWZNz7Fk/s72-c/P1000948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-8710453689803796675</id><published>2010-01-22T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:58:39.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking with Tiffany</title><content type='html'>I went hiking today with my sister Tiffany up at Cougar Mountain Regional Wildlife Park.  We started at the Red Town trailhead and hiked up to the Coal Creek Falls, about 2.5 miles round trip.  It was really fun!  It's been so unseasonably warm that the plants think it's springtime:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/S1pwNSTdgkI/AAAAAAAAACc/hQjl4tsyflY/s1600-h/P1010093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/S1pwNSTdgkI/AAAAAAAAACc/hQjl4tsyflY/s320/P1010093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429775674302628418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The falls were really pretty, totally worth the hike up to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/S1pxFzBPUgI/AAAAAAAAACk/pvHlO_ll8vM/s1600-h/P1010073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/S1pxFzBPUgI/AAAAAAAAACk/pvHlO_ll8vM/s320/P1010073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429776645157245442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a cute squirrel at the end of the trail saying goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/S1pzRmsLpRI/AAAAAAAAACs/cjL3TTtoR2w/s1600-h/P1010094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/S1pzRmsLpRI/AAAAAAAAACs/cjL3TTtoR2w/s320/P1010094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429779047029384466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-8710453689803796675?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/8710453689803796675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/01/hiking-with-tiffany.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/8710453689803796675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/8710453689803796675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/01/hiking-with-tiffany.html' title='Hiking with Tiffany'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/S1pwNSTdgkI/AAAAAAAAACc/hQjl4tsyflY/s72-c/P1010093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-2780611978178109241</id><published>2010-01-08T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T08:35:50.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC and More</title><content type='html'>Albany's been great.  It's been relaxing and fun and everything I hoped it would be.  We went out to dinner in Schenectady the other day with Dave's dad and "step-mom" at a place called &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aperitivo&lt;/span&gt; I think, which was really tasty.  I had calamari followed by gnocchi and sausage.  Tasty.  Dave had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;prosciutto&lt;/span&gt; wrapped salmon if I remember correctly, which he loved.  It was a very fun evening.  Wednesday night we went to the Wishing Well in Saratoga which is where his dad works, and he used to work there too.  It was such a great place.  I can't wait to take my parents back there.  It was just a very cozy nice feel.  And they had great food but huge portions.  I had almond crusted trout which was delicious.  That was Dave's birthday.  Earlier that day I showed him how to carve stamps which he instantly fell in love with.  I'll post pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we got up early and headed down to NYC.  I wasn't feeling very good though which made the trip a little less pleasant than I was hoping, but it was still fun.  Takes about an hour and a half to drive to Poughkeepsie, where you board a train thing for an hour and a half to grand central station.  When we got there we just sort of wandered around all day.  We went to central park which was pretty and all frozen and stuff, and had a snack at this weird place called Primeburger.  We went to Rockefeller Center and ended the day in Times Square which was really fun at night with all the lights.  We rode on the indoor ferris wheel in the Toys R Us store which was really fun, Dave was really excited about it :)  And of course we had to go to the Hershey's store.  We wanted to go see a show but we were worried about not being able to catch the train home again that late.  We made it home finally at about 10:30 or 11, and we were both extremely exhausted.  It was fun though, I'm glad we did that cause it was a little outside of both our comfort zones, going to a big city without a plan or anything.  But it was really fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-2780611978178109241?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/2780611978178109241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/01/nyc-and-more.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/2780611978178109241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/2780611978178109241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/01/nyc-and-more.html' title='NYC and More'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-1388088328876424586</id><published>2010-01-04T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T08:54:00.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing in NY</title><content type='html'>Wind danced through the moonlit forest, carrying with it the songs of the dying spirits.  It whistled and howled in anguish, reaching for the moon, the lifeforce.  The spirits could feel the pull, the lunar yearning to take them away from a doomed existence.  And they yearned for its soft embrace.  The Earth would never let them go, though.  It held them in its iron grip of gravity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-1388088328876424586?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/1388088328876424586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/01/writing-in-ny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/1388088328876424586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/1388088328876424586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/01/writing-in-ny.html' title='Writing in NY'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-8960685082479556106</id><published>2010-01-02T06:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T06:15:59.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arriving in Albany</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I made the arduous journey to visit my beloved in Albany, NY.  The last time I did that my flight was screwed up and I had to spend the night in D.C., but yesterday everything went smoothly.  I even had an open seat next to me on the long part of the flight (From Seattle to Newark) which made it that much easier to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plane actually landed early and I got to see Dave about 20 minutes sooner than expected, which after almost two and a half months was a nice little treat.  He was all bundled up because it is snowy here.  I was hungry so he took me out for "real new york pizza" which he has been talking about since we started dating.  The place he wanted to take me to was closed but we found some pizza anyway, and I have to admit it was pretty good.  I had a white garlic slice, and the crust was very tasty, flat but not like cracker thin.  Anyway... it's fun to see all the snow.  I'll try and get pictures later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-8960685082479556106?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/8960685082479556106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/01/arriving-in-albany.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/8960685082479556106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/8960685082479556106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2010/01/arriving-in-albany.html' title='Arriving in Albany'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-1897649934720241570</id><published>2009-12-23T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T21:43:01.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnolia Park</title><content type='html'>So today is Christmas Eve Eve, and so I was busy wrapping presents all day.  By the time I was ready to head out for my daily(ish) hike my dad called and said he was heading to Seattle for some work stuff if I wanted to tag along.  So I did, opting to spend time with him in the car instead of going on my hike.  I was a little bit sad as today was a gorgeous day, sunny and crisp, and I haven't gone hiking the past two days due to work.  Before we headed home we stopped at Magnolia Park, however, which was small but gorgeous and a nice little place to take some pictures, and it satisfied my need for fresh air and nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SzLct0e9k3I/AAAAAAAAABo/glzWWO9KI7w/s1600-h/P1000789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SzLct0e9k3I/AAAAAAAAABo/glzWWO9KI7w/s320/P1000789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418635981420860274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tree was mammoth, standing next to it and reaching as high as I could I couldn't reach the lowest "u" shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SzL8P9XMpmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Kra82Xbskdo/s1600-h/P1000782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SzL8P9XMpmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Kra82Xbskdo/s320/P1000782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418670652780226146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The backdrop of the water through the trees was perfect as the sun was setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SzL-SSxINOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/pQrxlTEoniY/s1600-h/P1000788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SzL-SSxINOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/pQrxlTEoniY/s320/P1000788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418672891909125346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little hard to see but through the trees you can see Mount Rainier behind West Seattle, across Puget Sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SzL-R7MUf_I/AAAAAAAAACI/MSTlALKvPVk/s1600-h/P1000787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SzL-R7MUf_I/AAAAAAAAACI/MSTlALKvPVk/s320/P1000787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418672885580726258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tree was very very orange, emphasized by the golden light of the setting sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-1897649934720241570?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/1897649934720241570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/12/magnolia-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/1897649934720241570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/1897649934720241570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/12/magnolia-park.html' title='Magnolia Park'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SzLct0e9k3I/AAAAAAAAABo/glzWWO9KI7w/s72-c/P1000789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-2003433486729801470</id><published>2009-12-05T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T13:27:28.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking</title><content type='html'>I went hiking today.  It felt good!  It hasn't rained for a few days so it wasn't too muddy, and in the shade things were still frosty.  It was beautiful and felt really good.  I didn't even notice the cold once my blood got moving.  It was just really nice being out in the woods and getting fresh air.  I live in a beautiful part of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-2003433486729801470?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/2003433486729801470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/12/hiking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/2003433486729801470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/2003433486729801470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/12/hiking.html' title='Hiking'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-76097362825369973</id><published>2009-10-31T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T08:39:02.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crafting</title><content type='html'>I apologize again for taking such a long break from this blog.  I've been distracted, mostly with my long distance relationship with Dave. who by the way is amazing :)  Anyway, Journalfest was last week,  the first Journalfest of many to come I hope.  Though I couldn't stay for the last day due to Dave needing to get to the airport early Sunday morning, it was an amazing event.  We took a class from &lt;a href="http://www.danielessig.com/"&gt;Dan Essig&lt;/a&gt;, which was fantastic.  It really got me thinking about how much fun it is to make things.  When I got home I told my dad I wanted to make more books, which he was very excited to hear as he is an avid bookbinder himself.  It's been really fun.  I also decided I should start filling up my down time with other crafty things, so I've started crocheting amigurumi again.  It feels so good to make things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-76097362825369973?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/76097362825369973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/10/crafting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/76097362825369973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/76097362825369973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/10/crafting.html' title='Crafting'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-7471200214824107974</id><published>2009-07-07T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:03:28.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A raised eyebrow, a sigh, and a hand on the chin; she had had an epiphany and the world seemed to fall into place.  Her eyes closed and she breathed, taking in all the scents of the city.  She smelled sweet flowers, toasted bread and teriyaki, mixed with hints of trash and hot pavement.  They filled her with a warmth that only familiar smells can bring.  Slowly, with pursed lips she let the air out of her lungs, letting go of all the tension in her body and mind. &lt;br /&gt;    With a clear mind she listened to the sounds all around her.  She heard cars rush by, a sound she normally found harsh and intrusive, as though the noise was malicious. This time, however, it seemed right.  The swoosh of the vehicles, the myriad sounds of a bus stopping and starting, all fit into the complex, perfect existence of that moment.  Behind the sounds of the street she could hear some girls discussing a recent party, and a man and a woman arguing about the importance of manned missions into space.  She heard the rattle of a dogs leash and the even tapping of high-heels on cement.&lt;br /&gt;    With a deep breath she opened her eyes.  The sky was a whitish gray, very even and beautiful.  Soft light filled the city.  It was strangely bright and yet not so bright it hurt the eyes.  The city was almost a perfect gray, interrupted by splashes of brightly colored flowers.  It was exquisitely gentle.  She smiled at the obscure beauty of everything around her and took a step, one single step beginning her life as one who has come to the realization that perfection is a beautiful balance of imperfection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-7471200214824107974?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/7471200214824107974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/07/raised-eyebrow-sigh-and-hand-on-chin.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/7471200214824107974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/7471200214824107974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/07/raised-eyebrow-sigh-and-hand-on-chin.html' title=''/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-1601290070363100140</id><published>2009-06-26T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:22:49.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An update on life</title><content type='html'>I apologize again for the long absence.  My mysterious illness was mono, which made the last two weeks of my undergraduate career quite hectic.  In spite of that though, I managed to pass my classes and graduate.  Commencement was very long and very hot, but I'm glad I did it.  I wasn't involved in my school very much, just the classes, so this felt like a nice closure, to actually endure the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduation I frantically started packing up my apt to move after five years of living in the same little studio.  Without my cousin and friend I don't know what I would have done, they were a huge help, especially my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I went to Albany, NY to visit my boyfriend Dave, which was a wonderfully relaxing trip once I got there.  Both on the way there and the way back, however, my flights were delayed and I had to spend the night in DC.  It was really a wonderful little vacation though, I'm so glad I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am at Artfiberfest, down at Reed College in Portland, OR.  It's been beautiful weather and the campus is great.  Really fun!  I didn't bring any yarn for vendor night however :/  Life has just been too chaotic lately.  I look forward to seeing vendor night tonight though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-1601290070363100140?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/1601290070363100140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/06/update-on-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/1601290070363100140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/1601290070363100140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/06/update-on-life.html' title='An update on life'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-7861222774945821414</id><published>2009-05-28T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T04:08:22.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 4 am and I can't sleep</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep and I can't do much of anything else really either.  It's such a joy being sick, especially at this time of my life, just weeks before I'm set to graduate from college.  One thing I can say, though, is that being sick really makes you appreciate being healthy, and having energy, and being able to sleep, and having the ability to concentrate.  I think I take these things for granted usually.  Once I get healthier I am going to have so much to do to finish school, and such little time to do it in, it will be an interesting week or two.  Not that I'm complaining.  The fates saw fit that my last few weeks in school would be interesting, and I'll make it work.  Now... off for some more futile efforts at sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-7861222774945821414?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/7861222774945821414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-4-am-and-i-cant-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/7861222774945821414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/7861222774945821414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-4-am-and-i-cant-sleep.html' title='It&apos;s 4 am and I can&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-5230818993810230670</id><published>2009-05-15T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:26:46.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Mother's Day was quite fun last weekend.  For most of the day we just sat around the table outside my parents house (it was a beautiful day) and mom dad and tiffany all journaled while I made this little guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/Sg3ci1CstGI/AAAAAAAAABY/MeV2ljjtHWA/s1600-h/Photo05151412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/Sg3ci1CstGI/AAAAAAAAABY/MeV2ljjtHWA/s320/Photo05151412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336163624415966306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's made out of this wonderfully soft soy/cotton blend I found.  It seems a little prone to pilling, but that's ok.  He's only about 3 inches tall, and full of spunky personality!  Don't let his pink body and girly eyelashes fool you!  This is what I made for mom for mother's day:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/Sg3dnbFEIgI/AAAAAAAAABg/ysh6qkWfh-s/s1600-h/P1000002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/Sg3dnbFEIgI/AAAAAAAAABg/ysh6qkWfh-s/s320/P1000002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336164802857542146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice relaxing day full of creativity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-5230818993810230670?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/5230818993810230670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/5230818993810230670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/5230818993810230670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/Sg3ci1CstGI/AAAAAAAAABY/MeV2ljjtHWA/s72-c/Photo05151412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-6557606977202833509</id><published>2009-05-04T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:18:21.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigurumi!</title><content type='html'>I was at the bookstore the other day and while I was idly browsing through the crafting section when I came across a book called Crobots! by Nelly Pailloux.  What is this? I thought at I pulled it from the shelf.  When I saw that it was a book of crocheted robots, I kind of freaked out.  How ridiculously cute could a book possibly be?  Needless to say I had to have it and a book called Creepy Cute Crochet by Christen Haden, which is full of tiny crocheted horror creatures.  Well as soon as I got these books I've been crocheting like a fiend, hardly taking a break, and I'm completely obsessed with this craft known as Amigurumi now.  If anyone has any recommendations on techniques and resources please let me know, I just started doing this a few days ago, and I have fairly limited expertise in crocheting in general (I'm a knitter at heart!)  I'm also trying to figure out how much yarn I need for projects so I can start spinning and dying my own materials.  I'll try and post pictures at some point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-6557606977202833509?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/6557606977202833509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/05/amigurumi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/6557606977202833509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/6557606977202833509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/05/amigurumi.html' title='Amigurumi!'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-7937582731081004267</id><published>2009-04-24T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:39:21.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music... Again...</title><content type='html'>I think about music a lot, if you hadn't noticed.  Today I was thinking about the degree to which people, at least people I know, use music tastes as an indicator of personality, or compatibility.  For example, when two people meet and one asks the other what kind of music they listen to, that person forms opinions about the other based on their response.  If they like the same music, then often people are surprised and take that to mean they are compatible.  If they like different music, then opinions are formed, and that could be used later by either as a reason they are incompatible.  Is music really a good measure of personality though?  Certainly people have very strong opinions about music, but take for example a common occurance, where the first time a person hears a song they don't like it, but after repeated exposure for whatever reason they end up loving that song.  The inverse can also happen, that the first time someone hears a song they love it, and after a while they never want to hear it again.  Also, it might happen that a person lists, for example, rock as their favorite type of music, but they haven't been exposed to very many other kinds of music because that is what their family and friends like.  These are just random thoughts on my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-7937582731081004267?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/7937582731081004267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/04/music-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/7937582731081004267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/7937582731081004267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/04/music-again.html' title='Music... Again...'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-9070948470619881244</id><published>2009-04-23T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:00:10.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artfest 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3497/3461922366_8a17c36158.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 283px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3497/3461922366_8a17c36158.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artfest had some unexpected guests :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3616/3461761728_b1d37dc7cd.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 416px; height: 280px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3616/3461761728_b1d37dc7cd.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the volunteers hanging out around the beach bonfire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3646/3460929875_6390c33690.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 278px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3646/3460929875_6390c33690.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany and Theo at the start of the journal party at the beach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-9070948470619881244?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/9070948470619881244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/04/artfest-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/9070948470619881244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/9070948470619881244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/04/artfest-2009.html' title='Artfest 2009'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-5899713399829011941</id><published>2009-04-12T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:51:49.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have returned</title><content type='html'>The past two weeks have been crazy, with Artfest and then a week of hanging out with friends from out of town (who also helped at Artfest!) so the blog got kind of pushed to the side.  Artfest was a great success again, and I had the best birthday ever (thanks everyone!)  Artfest also made me want to get back into spinnign again so hopefully I'll be posting about that soon.  I'll try and get some pictures from artfest up soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-5899713399829011941?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/5899713399829011941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-returned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/5899713399829011941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/5899713399829011941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-returned.html' title='I have returned'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-2720683886000624527</id><published>2009-03-13T17:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T17:42:07.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Note on Education</title><content type='html'>Why are kids not being taught a language in schools, starting at kindergarten?  Why is it only a requirement for high school students?  Studies clearly show that the ability to learn a second language significantly declines with age.  Also it would be a tool to introduce more international awareness to kids, by which I mean schools should also emphasize the importance of understanding different cultures and also the importance of international relations.  I am having a hard time with words so if that didn't make sense I apologize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-2720683886000624527?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/2720683886000624527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/03/note-on-education.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/2720683886000624527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/2720683886000624527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/03/note-on-education.html' title='A Note on Education'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-6719841338157565172</id><published>2009-03-03T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:54:21.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Honey Hole</title><content type='html'>Last night I was lying in bed, crocheting a granny square I'll probably never use in anything, about to set it down and fall asleep when I heard a faint ringing sound.  So faint, in fact, I thought I was dreaming already.  It was my phone, however, my friend wanting me to go out.  I said no, hung up, rolled over, and realized what I was doing.  I needed to get out.  Why not go have an adventure?  So I called him back and so began a very fun evening downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the night by meeting some people downtown, but as soon as we got there everyone wanted to go to this place called the Honey Hole that I honestly had never heard of.  It was up in Capitol Hill, quite a walk, but three of the people were staying at the hostel downtown and therefore we hiked our way up.  It was a lovely evening for a walk anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Honey Hole was, for lack of a better word, totally awesome.  The food looked great (I wasn't hungry) the beer was typical Seattle greatness, and the atmosphere was satisfying in a crazy way.  The variety of toy fish and figurines hanging from the ceiling were fun without seeming cluttered, the feather boas holding the hanging lights were perfect, and what held it all together was the music which I can only describe as indian mixed with circus mixed with faint hints of hip hop.  All in all it was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left the Honey Hole we stopped at the hostel for a jacket, and then made our way to a bar I didn't catch the name of in Pike Place for one last beer before last call.  I had a Maritime Nightwatch I believe it was called, which was quite delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this rather long-winded description of my evening is that if I hadn't mentally slapped myself and gone out, I never would have met three world travellers (two from England and one from Eastern Canada), and I would never have experienced the wonders of the Honey Hole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-6719841338157565172?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/6719841338157565172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/03/honey-hole.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/6719841338157565172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/6719841338157565172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/03/honey-hole.html' title='The Honey Hole'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-801088703877311073</id><published>2009-02-24T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T14:51:04.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Note on Language</title><content type='html'>Languages are dying at an alarming rate.  The tragedy of this is I think is not apparent to people in general.  The death of a language seems akin to the death of a culture.  Cultural groups are often defined by the language they speak.  When a language dies, the oral traditions are forgotten.  Folklore is lost, history fades.  It is a sad thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-801088703877311073?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/801088703877311073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/02/note-on-language.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/801088703877311073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/801088703877311073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/02/note-on-language.html' title='A Note on Language'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-3485387375181052833</id><published>2009-02-14T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:54:45.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Finnish Artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ETo3QB_VT_E/RwvfKOXljOI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XsaZDM4DqQA/s1600/luumupuu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 564px; height: 400px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ETo3QB_VT_E/RwvfKOXljOI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XsaZDM4DqQA/s1600/luumupuu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm studying Finnish right now and my teacher just showed me her friend Anna's blog &lt;a href="http://luumupuussa.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://luumupuussa.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.  She is from Oulu, Finland and her blog is in Finnish, but it's definitely worth checking out, her art is very fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-3485387375181052833?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/3485387375181052833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/02/cool-finnish-artist.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/3485387375181052833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/3485387375181052833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/02/cool-finnish-artist.html' title='Cool Finnish Artist'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ETo3QB_VT_E/RwvfKOXljOI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XsaZDM4DqQA/s72-c/luumupuu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-5780968574834020736</id><published>2009-02-12T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:37:38.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing</title><content type='html'>Thanks everyone for your comments on my post, I started this thinking no one would probably even read it :)  In response to the random comments on my last blog I thought I'd say a little bit about dancing.  I've been dancing my whole life.  One of my earliest memories is dancing around the house till I was sweaty and dehydrated before I even started kindergarten.  I just moved to the music.  My parents enrolled me in ballet classes when I was 4 but apparently I didn't deal well with the structure so that didn't last too long.  My grandma taught me line dancing and some ballroom starting very young, and around the 6th grade I started belly dancing.  I've taken a few jazz classes but for reasons I can't remember I dropped out.  Nowadays I dance like crazy in my apartment and I've been out to clubs in seattle only a few times, but loved every minute of it.  I love belly dancing because I can do it solo, but I love all forms of dance.  I believe humans were meant to dance and we should all do it more often and more publicly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-5780968574834020736?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/5780968574834020736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/02/dancing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/5780968574834020736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/5780968574834020736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/02/dancing.html' title='Dancing'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-4890552532783385527</id><published>2009-02-07T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T09:16:04.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>If you don't know me, I've had long hair my entire life.  Last week it was about 24 inches long.  With some encouragement from family and friends, and a sudden desire for a big change I got it cut very short.  I was also able to donate my hair which was cool.  It's amazing how much something as simple as a haircut can make you feel.  Maybe it's the extra time in the morning since I don't have to spend hours washing and drying my hair, maybe it's simply the change in my appearance.  Whatever it is, I feel good!  So thanks everyone who pushed me into this :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-4890552532783385527?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/4890552532783385527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/02/haircut.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/4890552532783385527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/4890552532783385527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/02/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-5148889105187295863</id><published>2009-01-30T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:13:55.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>Sound waves hit my body.  Real or imaginary, they affect me.  Psychologically, physically, emotionally, in ways I can't describe it moves me.  It inspires me to write, to dance, to think.  I can't help but move, and hum.  Tears of neither sadness nor joy, simply emotion, threaten to well up in my eyes.  One of the worlds greatest mysteries is how something as simple as sound waves can affect every cell in my body.  It is as essential to life as oxygen, food and water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-5148889105187295863?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/5148889105187295863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/01/music.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/5148889105187295863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/5148889105187295863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/01/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-7281871471692670569</id><published>2009-01-26T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:34:58.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Energy</title><content type='html'>Another lazy day has gone by without much accomplished.  I've had a cold for a little over a week now.  It's not a terribly bad cold, my sinuses are a little stuffy and every now and then I have a passing headache.  What bothers me is the lack of energy.  I haven't had the energy to do anything lately, and it is making me miss accomplishing things other than homework.  It seems like another one of those things that you don't even think about until it's gone.  So this is a tribute to energy, in appreciation of all it allows us to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-7281871471692670569?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/7281871471692670569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/01/energy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/7281871471692670569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/7281871471692670569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/01/energy.html' title='Energy'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-5647600934610453869</id><published>2009-01-23T14:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:32:09.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>Four years ago, during the last election, I had newly turned eighteen and I was starting my first year in college.  I was very excited about getting involved in my country and making my voice heard.  It was, however, a very disappointing first experience as a voter.  I suddenly understood why so many people didn't care about politics.  So I'd just like to say how exciting it is that our new president is inspiring so many people to become involved, whether they are a democrat or republican.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-5647600934610453869?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/5647600934610453869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/01/politics.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/5647600934610453869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/5647600934610453869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/01/politics.html' title='Politics'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-899575435006787002</id><published>2009-01-19T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:12:28.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Time</title><content type='html'>Every morning, either before or after I take a shower, I sit on my bed and think.  I just noticed this the other day.  I'm not meditating, or planning my day.  I don't have an agenda; I just let miscellaneous thoughts float around in my brain for a few minutes.  It's difficult to start a day without these few moments taken out just for myself.  I don't have any reasoning for why, I just know from my own experience that taking a few minutes for one's self is daily medicine for the psyche.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-899575435006787002?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/899575435006787002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/01/taking-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/899575435006787002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/899575435006787002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/01/taking-time.html' title='Taking Time'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-131394672276298611</id><published>2009-01-16T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:05:51.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From whence I came</title><content type='html'>I would like to note that the inspiration behind this blog, as is the case with most things I do, comes from my parents: &lt;a href="http://teeshascircus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teesha&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sustainedconfusion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tracy&lt;/a&gt; Moore.  They are both amazing artists and incredibly inspiring in all aspects of life!  My dad made me my journal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a223.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/107/l_6287a7394795f73d18fe89b98ee10e0e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 198px;" src="http://a223.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/107/l_6287a7394795f73d18fe89b98ee10e0e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-131394672276298611?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/131394672276298611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/01/from-whence-i-came.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/131394672276298611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/131394672276298611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/01/from-whence-i-came.html' title='From whence I came'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-5268681088482438730</id><published>2009-01-16T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:26:24.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cafe Racer</title><content type='html'>Is it a cafe?  Is it a bar?  Does it matter?  Cafe Racer is a gem of Seattle.  I remember the first time my dad told me about this place he found, I thought it would just be another little cafe: nice to hang out in but ultimately just like the millions of other independent cafes in the city.  After visiting it, however, I realized how truely unique it is.  From the seemingly random decor to the mismatched clientele, not to mention the live music, Cafe Racer offers both a relaxing place to grab a beer with old friends and a great environment to make new friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-5268681088482438730?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/5268681088482438730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/01/cafe-racer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/5268681088482438730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/5268681088482438730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/01/cafe-racer.html' title='Cafe Racer'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197677040630090927.post-2436206805481540755</id><published>2009-01-16T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:57:18.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And now I enter the world of blogging</title><content type='html'>City light filters through my windows, softly illuminating my desk as I idly browse the web.  The laziness of an uneventful Friday night gets the better of me and while I'm reading the blogs of my family I think to myself, why not?  So here we are, at the beginning of a web log reflecting on those things in my life that are potentially interesting.  Welcome to my musings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197677040630090927-2436206805481540755?l=peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/feeds/2436206805481540755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-now-i-enter-world-of-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/2436206805481540755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197677040630090927/posts/default/2436206805481540755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peculiarpenpushing.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-now-i-enter-world-of-blogging.html' title='And now I enter the world of blogging'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480461473808206889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w93DGLIPiZ4/SXFc5r4VEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G_2HARp_X14/S220/UL_835081_11668544631_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
