<?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-10113213</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:31:17.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>watermelon singing</title><subtitle type='html'>out of college, out of grad school, into the classroom.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>348</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-3578321013374983963</id><published>2010-12-31T14:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T14:59:46.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a week at home</title><content type='html'>I've spent the last week at home in South Carolina for winter break. Because mom's recovering from surgery, I've been the one to make dinner. Besides that and taking her to the eye doctor, nothing really occupies my days. I find myself waking up around 10 a.m., running some errands, eating lunch, taking a nap and making dinner. I grade a bit at night or read after dinner, but that's basically it. It's pretty monotonous, actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-3578321013374983963?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/3578321013374983963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=3578321013374983963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/3578321013374983963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/3578321013374983963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2010/12/week-at-home.html' title='a week at home'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-3738524243480723199</id><published>2010-12-31T14:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T14:54:09.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 resolutions!</title><content type='html'>Keeping it pretty simple this year, just two to keep track!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Stay on top of what I spend. Cut down on frivolous expenditures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Continue eating healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-3738524243480723199?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/3738524243480723199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=3738524243480723199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/3738524243480723199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/3738524243480723199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2010/12/2011-resolutions.html' title='2011 resolutions!'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-4517405498117709353</id><published>2010-02-01T01:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T01:39:05.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how lucky.</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;ve been thinking about what has happened in the last few months, since school has begun, and I feel really lucky. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I teach a group of students who are funny, non-judgmental, and not yet jaded about school. They frustrate me sometimes with their immaturity, but most days, they make me smile. I&amp;#39;m also dating a guy who reminds me that guys can be nice and caring and not callous. But -- and James will get exasperated at me for this -- I am still a little cautious about where this is all leading.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It&amp;#39;s been three and a half years since I moved to Boston, and I&amp;#39;m still trying to make permanent friends, but I know I have two people in this town of already-settled friendship circles whom I can count on.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, just warm thoughts on a random Monday morning before I finish grading. :)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-4517405498117709353?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/4517405498117709353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=4517405498117709353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/4517405498117709353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/4517405498117709353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-lucky.html' title='how lucky.'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-4622435453508964611</id><published>2009-10-13T11:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:36:59.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the school year has started</title><content type='html'>Clearly, I am teaching once again as I have been neglecting the blog. Photos soon of the trip with mom and dad to New Hampshire and Maine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-4622435453508964611?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/4622435453508964611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=4622435453508964611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/4622435453508964611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/4622435453508964611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/10/school-year-has-started.html' title='the school year has started'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-1090601699922541704</id><published>2009-09-30T22:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:46:48.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Happy moment No. 1: &lt;/b&gt;One of my students told me that my eyelashes are really long. I said thank you. :D &lt;a href="http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/09/makeup-purchases.html"&gt;Looks like the super-expensive mascara purchase was worth it!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy moment No. 2: &lt;/b&gt;I had three really great meditation sessions with my students today, thanks to technology that actually cooperated. Hooray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy moment No. 3: &lt;/b&gt;Successfully applied (and went out in public with!) eyeliner for the very first time. I know. I am too old not to have worn eyeliner before. But hey. It's never too late. Plus, it was for dinner at a semi-nice place. Another hooray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-1090601699922541704?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/1090601699922541704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=1090601699922541704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/1090601699922541704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/1090601699922541704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/09/happiness.html' title='happiness'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-2644433069337414796</id><published>2009-09-27T14:46:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:19:12.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lobster stock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A couple of weeks ago, Shaw's had chicken lobsters for $4.99 a pound, so I ended up buying two and having them for dinner two nights in a row. :) They were delicious. But what to do with the lobster shells? Christina, being the culinary whiz she is, suggested making lobster stock and using it in risotto, soups, etc. After a little searching, found two recipes (from &lt;a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Lobster-Stock-231559"&gt;La Bernadin cookbook&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/To-Make-Lobster-Stock-103586"&gt;Gourmet&lt;/a&gt; magazine) and decided to meld them into one and tweak. I didn't have thyme, oregano or bay leaf and didn't feel like spending a fortune on herbs that I will use once, so I didn't add them. But I think the stock could be a lot better if I splurged and added them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My apartment smelled incredible once the lobster was in the oven and I could smell it even building's hallways when I returned from a Trader Joe's run. Yum! (PS: I have no clue what happened to the font color.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/Sr-0qabyGCI/AAAAAAAABqg/4-pAa7e0BDY/s320/IMG_0365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386222320101759010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;Chop up the lobster carcasses into smaller pieces. I found that using a hammer (with the shells in a bag so it doesn't fly everywhere) worked well and was quite satisfying. :) I also read in several places that I should bake the lobster carcasses at 450F for 15 minutes before I boil them, so I did. On this pan are the remains of two lobsters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/Sr-0rOcmQvI/AAAAAAAABqw/q5hanm2LuSA/s320/IMG_0370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386222334063821554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;Two onions, diced large-ish. Two-thirds bag of celery, cut into two-inch pieces. Five slices of fresh ginger. Five cloves of garlic, sliced. Saute vegetables until they're soft in enough oil to cover the bottom of the stock pot. Add about half a cup of brandy (per La Bernadin). I didn't have brandy, so I borrowed my roommate's boyfriend's whiskey. Same difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/Sr-0sNMjSlI/AAAAAAAABrA/xOySPvbW9c4/s1600-h/IMG_0367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/Sr-0sNMjSlI/AAAAAAAABrA/xOySPvbW9c4/s320/IMG_0367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386222350907951698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;I don't eat carrots; I think they're gross in every way. But I found that these things are palatable if smothered in enough garlic hummus to mask to the taste. Add them to your lobster stock after the 16 cups of water and the lobsters themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/Sr-0rs_2ojI/AAAAAAAABq4/Q_dZmvhb5zE/s320/IMG_0371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386222342264758834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;Bring to a boil for a bit and then reduce heat to simmer for 1 1/2 hours. Strain and ladle into containers. Apparently, they'll keep for two months in the freezer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;Don't forget the salt and pepper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-2644433069337414796?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/2644433069337414796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=2644433069337414796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/2644433069337414796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/2644433069337414796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/09/lobster-stock.html' title='lobster stock'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/Sr-0qabyGCI/AAAAAAAABqg/4-pAa7e0BDY/s72-c/IMG_0365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-8431167071263278443</id><published>2009-09-24T22:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:11:41.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>makeup purchases</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In my bid to beautify myself, I have purchases two items. One, &lt;a href="http://www.lancome-usa.com/makeup/mascara/definicils-waterproof.htm"&gt;Lancome Definicils waterproof&lt;/a&gt; mascara, which I have as a sample (from London ... I know, a long time ago) that I keep in the car as my emergency running-too-late-for-school-to put-on-makeup-at-home mascara. Basically, I can't believe I use it as emergency! It is the only mascara I've tried through the years that is practically fail-safe. I've never had clumps. It never goes on too thick. I only ever use one layer, and it lengthens my lashes to incredible lengths. :) Two, &lt;a href="http://www.urbandecay.com/categories/247EyePencil.cfm"&gt;Urban Decay 24/7 black eyeliner&lt;/a&gt;. I am learning how to put on eyeliner properly. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/Srwms8unhoI/AAAAAAAABqY/sv7c0PDEsWw/s1600-h/IMG_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/Srwms8unhoI/AAAAAAAABqY/sv7c0PDEsWw/s320/IMG_0364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385221808086025858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-8431167071263278443?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/8431167071263278443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=8431167071263278443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/8431167071263278443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/8431167071263278443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/09/makeup-purchases.html' title='makeup purchases'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/Srwms8unhoI/AAAAAAAABqY/sv7c0PDEsWw/s72-c/IMG_0364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-5182114246375528795</id><published>2009-09-21T00:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:25:00.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>writing quizzes and tests</title><content type='html'>I see myself as a hard, but fair, teacher. I don't test what I don't teach (and not necessarily vice versa). One thing that I'd discovered in teaching that is it incredibly stressful and frustrating to make quizzes and tests. Not only do I have to ask questions in a way to gauge actual knowledge (rather than rote memorization) through critical thinking (preferably), but also make sure it's an answerable question. Sure, I can be tricky in the phrasing of the question or the choice of answers, but to make a really good multiple choice question or to write a free response that will assess actual knowledge is quite hard.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I especially dislike making the current events quizzes that I give every Monday. Because I know the amount of bitching and whining that is ensue. WTF, kids, read the paper. How hard can it be to scan the front page every day? Seriously. And it's only worth 5 points. Get over it. I'm just trying to make you form a habit so that you are not going to go out into the world as the most ignorant college student in the country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry. Is my frustration showing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-5182114246375528795?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/5182114246375528795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=5182114246375528795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/5182114246375528795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/5182114246375528795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/09/writing-quizzes-and-tests.html' title='writing quizzes and tests'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-8524757317666222745</id><published>2009-09-20T09:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:34:52.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Iron Chef potluck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just before school started, Kai had the brilliant idea to have Iron Chef potlucks. There would be an ingredient each month and people would make a dish based on that ingredient. The host would make the entree. Last night was the first and the ingredient was apples. Appropriate, seeing as how it is apple season. I was to make an appetizer and settled on apple and Taiwanese sausage summer rolls after brainstorming with J. Christina. Of course, also called mom to ask how to make summer rolls in the first place. Pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SrY86MXhmcI/AAAAAAAABqQ/vn0Vd1Z-JGY/s1600-h/IMG_0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SrY86MXhmcI/AAAAAAAABqQ/vn0Vd1Z-JGY/s320/IMG_0355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383557375017982402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SrY85hIIBsI/AAAAAAAABqI/gxu4W-NW7l0/s1600-h/IMG_0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SrY85hIIBsI/AAAAAAAABqI/gxu4W-NW7l0/s320/IMG_0354.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383557363410667202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a salad with prosciutto, apples and arugula and a lime vinaigarette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SrY8tNQ0vUI/AAAAAAAABqA/0PorBxCqiAE/s1600-h/IMG_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SrY8tNQ0vUI/AAAAAAAABqA/0PorBxCqiAE/s320/IMG_0353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383557151920012610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Persian rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SrY8sj-S2tI/AAAAAAAABp4/jKK7tQ29pqU/s1600-h/IMG_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SrY8sj-S2tI/AAAAAAAABp4/jKK7tQ29pqU/s320/IMG_0351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383557140836440786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a pork roast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SrY8sUEpVjI/AAAAAAAABpw/GtCT0fjs2uE/s1600-h/IMG_0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SrY8sUEpVjI/AAAAAAAABpw/GtCT0fjs2uE/s320/IMG_0350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383557136568112690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;flatbread pizza with apples, caramelized onions, chicken and goat cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SrY8r4vyuaI/AAAAAAAABpo/gRgizfOkJ3Q/s1600-h/IMG_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SrY8r4vyuaI/AAAAAAAABpo/gRgizfOkJ3Q/s320/IMG_0348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383557129232890274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my summer rolls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SrY8rr_CM4I/AAAAAAAABpg/suLgxT7Gn04/s1600-h/IMG_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SrY8rr_CM4I/AAAAAAAABpg/suLgxT7Gn04/s320/IMG_0349.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383557125807158146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;apple-kiwi-grape white sangria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-8524757317666222745?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/8524757317666222745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=8524757317666222745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/8524757317666222745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/8524757317666222745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/09/iron-chef-potluck.html' title='Iron Chef potluck!'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SrY86MXhmcI/AAAAAAAABqQ/vn0Vd1Z-JGY/s72-c/IMG_0355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-1287208998084920318</id><published>2009-09-09T23:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:49:55.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a good day</title><content type='html'>Had a good -- but exhausting -- day. I'm too tired to type in paragraph form, so I'll list them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. This is really yesterday, but mom told me a that Amy told her a compliment about me. yay! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. A special ed teacher stopped me in the hall today and told me that one of our mutual students told her that he really likes me. yay! I've never had a student compliment me to another teacher before. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. AND Christina told me that her mom paid me a compliment after I left Sunday. so triple yay! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I somehow pulled off a lesson plan that I may or may not have planned in my head and was scrambling to prepare in the morning. Technology issues with my computer log-in that might have impacted PowerPoint, which led to me not only to Plan B, but ultimately to Plan C. Eeek. But it went better than expected, so I'm glad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-1287208998084920318?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/1287208998084920318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=1287208998084920318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/1287208998084920318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/1287208998084920318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-day.html' title='a good day'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-6271406409818037163</id><published>2009-09-09T23:22:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:45:19.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>trip to Los Angeles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/Sqh00K8yehI/AAAAAAAABpA/7H8I7btK-zU/s1600-h/tacos+al+pastor+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/Sqh00K8yehI/AAAAAAAABpA/7H8I7btK-zU/s200/tacos+al+pastor+2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379678194535397906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are a few times in my life when I make impromptu decisions and twice when I booked impromptu plane tickets. Once for Budapest (in November!), another for London last year and two weeks ago for Los Angeles. The wildfires broke out a few days after I bought the tickets, of course, but it was a trip that needed to be taken for the sake of my emotional sanity. Sometimes, I just need to leave Boston.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regretfully, I did not blog over Labor Day weekend, as Christina and I were too busy stuffing our faces. So I will leave the &lt;a href="http://jchristinahuh.blogspot.com/2009/09/roly-poly-weekend.html"&gt;chronicling of food&lt;/a&gt; to her. I stayed for a night with Amy at her place and got to have tacos al pastor and horchata from &lt;a href="http://losangeles.citysearch.com/profile/8793/los_angeles_ca/la_taquiza.html"&gt;La Taquiza&lt;/a&gt;. It was fantastic and everything I dreamed it would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/Sqh1v01T7XI/AAAAAAAABpQ/UYZwlfDlOt8/s1600-h/tea+sandwiches.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/Sqh1v01T7XI/AAAAAAAABpQ/UYZwlfDlOt8/s200/tea+sandwiches.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379679219390606706" style="text-align: right;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/Sqhyqdk5MhI/AAAAAAAABo4/9UXTNJKQKtY/s1600-h/group.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/Sqhyqdk5MhI/AAAAAAAABo4/9UXTNJKQKtY/s200/group.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379675828713501202" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got to hang out with Christine and Edward on Saturday! Christine and I had afternoon tea at the &lt;a href="http://www.scarlettearoom.com/"&gt;Scarlet Tea Room in Pasadena&lt;/a&gt; on Christina's recommendation. Oh, man. It was so elegant and the sandwiches were divine. I don't know if I can gush properly about the heaven that is its strawberries romanoff. Christina and I then headed to eat proper tamales before meeting up with Christine and Edward for dinner at the &lt;a href="http://www.goodgirlfoods.com/"&gt;Good Girl Dinette&lt;/a&gt;. It was great to see old friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, had a greasy food fest with James -- and his girlfriend Tari, who is really nice. They're so cute together! Pastrami and onion rings. Yum. I don't think I remember the last time I had either, and it felt sort of great to fall off the wagon ... for the entire weekend ... because this weekend was nothing but food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and beautiful Victorian homes in Angeleno Heights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/Sqh1wG0skiI/AAAAAAAABpY/tZHLlL2DbJ0/s1600-h/IMG_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/Sqh1wG0skiI/AAAAAAAABpY/tZHLlL2DbJ0/s200/IMG_0248.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379679224219865634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-6271406409818037163?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/6271406409818037163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=6271406409818037163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/6271406409818037163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/6271406409818037163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/09/trip-to-los-angeles.html' title='trip to Los Angeles'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/Sqh00K8yehI/AAAAAAAABpA/7H8I7btK-zU/s72-c/tacos+al+pastor+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-6599097951910459863</id><published>2009-09-02T22:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:53:44.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sick ... and things my kids wrote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have a giant splitting headache that developed a few hours ago along with waves of nausea. No good. No good at all. Especially when I'm getting on an airplane in less than 24 hours. Hopefully this will clear up soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I told my kids today to write down something that is uniquely them. It can be a hobby, an experience or a special talent. What makes them them? Here are some gems:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I like starting fires with sticks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;* I am a Revolutionary War reenactor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;* I get a haircut once every two years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;* I never dot my i’s. (Yet this kid dotted the i in his name on his name tag. Go figure.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;* I feel out a two-story window when I was 4 .. and didn’t break a single bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;* When I was in elementary school, I spent my recesses collecting ants with my friends and we brought them inside with straws with eraser caps on the ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;* I play a video game that was released when I was 3 years old. And yet I still suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;* When I was learning to walk, I would go even faster than my grandfather. But every so often, I would abruptly stop and, without bending my knees, fall down backward and hit my head on the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;* I was once run over by an Indian motorcycle/scooter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;* I sang and recorded a song that is soon to be on iTunes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-bidi-language: #0400font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-bidi-language: #0400font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-6599097951910459863?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/6599097951910459863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=6599097951910459863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/6599097951910459863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/6599097951910459863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/09/sick-and-things-my-kids-wrote.html' title='sick ... and things my kids wrote'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-6511855993645285131</id><published>2009-09-01T21:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:42:46.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a new school year</title><content type='html'>I guess I keep hoping all summer that work will save me. School will keep me busy and save me from drowning in my emotions. It's worked, at least from 7:45 a.m. till 2:25 p.m. I'm so preoccupied with school, I have nothing else to think about. It's the time alone with myself -- especially the drive home -- that I feel most down. Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Question of the day: Is it ever OK to truly dislike a student on the first day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little background is in order. A student of mine has a physical disability and requires a walker. I have known about this for awhile, but I really got to know the condition only in the last few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The student was late to class because of a confusion with his instructional aide, which was fine because I was expecting him. Of course, his classmates were unaware of all this and there were a few stares when he got to class. A girl kindly offered her desk so he can sit in the front and not have to negotiate the maze of desks to get to the back. As he was getting settled, a student who sat behind him started making snickering facial expressions to others across the aisle. I only saw the one student and didn't get a chance to glance over to see the recipient of these expressions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how I should've reacted, but I don't think I should've reacted the way I did -- which is by not reacting at all. I didn't even give the other student a look. But I felt inner disgust at how he reacted to a physically disabled student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, I give out my class expectations. On Thursday, we will get to know one another through various ice breakers. On Monday, I think, we will discuss what it means to have a respectful, safe learning environment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-6511855993645285131?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/6511855993645285131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=6511855993645285131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/6511855993645285131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/6511855993645285131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-school-year.html' title='a new school year'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-6258704760105905620</id><published>2009-08-31T22:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:01:30.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the first day</title><content type='html'>As predicted, the first day was full of meetings -- three, in fact. The district-wide meeting was an hour and a half long, the department meeting was 45 minutes long, and the faculty meeting was an hour long. Shoot me. Shoot me now. I wonder if the dean saw me doing the crossword puzzle during the district-wide meeting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got my packet of IEPs (individualized education plans) from my SPED (special education) liaison today. I've never worked with her before, and so far, I'm impressed with her initiative -- at least in getting information to Scott and me. Last year, it was well into the middle of September until I had even the first IEP in my hands and even then, the rest came in trickles. So a whole package with ALL the IEPs was a very, very nice surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The IEPs themselves, however, was another story. I can't legally disclose what's all in it, but suffice it say, I feel overwhelmed already, and I don't even see the kids until tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where is the old me? Because I want her back. ASAP. Where is the me who is upbeat, positive (if realistic), clear-minded, confident and self-assured? When did I let school, other people and outside forces overwhelm me, depress me, loath me. When did I become the person who wallows, cries and covers my face with my hands in disgust at my actions and thoughts? Since when do I ever talk to myself in an empty car to psych myself up about life's events?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who I am at this moment is not me, and I want the old me back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-6258704760105905620?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/6258704760105905620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=6258704760105905620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/6258704760105905620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/6258704760105905620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day.html' title='the first day'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-4638122979792800376</id><published>2009-08-30T21:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:56:00.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a super weekend</title><content type='html'>So! The last weekend!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty much spent Saturday glued to the TV, watching the Kennedy funeral and the wall-to-wall over-coverage of the man, the politician, the legacy. Thought his son's eulogy of him was quite touching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For dinner, both Kai and I had cravings for greasy bar food, so she suggested &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/the-lower-depths-boston"&gt;The Lower Depths&lt;/a&gt;, at Kenmore, for tater tots and burgers. So good. Maybe it's because I haven't had a burger in so long, but the steakburger was amazing. It was juicy, cooked medium, toasted bun, with habanero aoli. Mmmmmm. I guess it's known for the tater tots (crispy. yum.) and beer selection, but I was there for the burger. Apparently, Kai and her fiance are regulars there, and the bartenders knew her on sight! So we chatted with the bartenders -- which I have never ever done in my entire life -- it was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing too special today. Woke up at noon (I know), watched "Planet Earth" on TV, Facebook, newspapers, the New York Times wedding section, the newspaper magazines. Good stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is the BIG DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-4638122979792800376?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/4638122979792800376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=4638122979792800376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/4638122979792800376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/4638122979792800376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/08/super-weekend.html' title='a super weekend'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-7505160160006086062</id><published>2009-08-28T21:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T17:25:35.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sitting at Panera on a Friday night</title><content type='html'>It's the last Friday before school starts, and I woke up at 1 p.m. today. Imagine that, on a usual Friday, I would have been done with teaching all my classes by this time. What this really means is that I need to return to my old sleeping habits. Remember those first days of summer when I still woke up at 5:30 in the morning? I need that part of my life back. ASAP. Or Monday is going to be absolute HELL (Let's not even think about what Tuesday might be like.).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is what I should've done with my Friday. I looked back at &lt;a href="http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/08/week-ahead.html"&gt;my week plan&lt;/a&gt; and saw that -- surprise! -- I didn't know what today was going to look like. I usually do. Again, summer has not been kind to me this year. What I needed and should've done was to go to school and continue with the organization. What I needed to do was to go to the Museum of Science and checked out that new documentary on India. What did I do instead? I bummed around the apartment, watched some dramas, ate instant mac-and-cheese and kimchi. Took a shower. Went to Panera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the last three and a half hours I've been sitting against the wall, I've been quite busy. This is what I did:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* watched the Ted Kennedy memorial service at the JFK Library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* combed through my roster and e-mailed Scott a list of our students who are on IEPs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* entered students' names into my gradebook in Excel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* formatted and added formulas to the spreadsheet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* started on the seating chart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is the funeral for Ted Kennedy. The service is going to be at the Basilica of Our Lady of Perpetual Help in Roxbury. There are already crazy parking and traffic restrictions in place. Not that I will be going anywhere because it's going to POUR tomorrow, thanks to Tropical Storm Danny. Should be a lovely day. I imagine tomorrow is going to spent with me, in front of the TV, continuing to play with the seating chart, reading Indian history. And planning imaginary vacations for February and/or April.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-7505160160006086062?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/7505160160006086062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=7505160160006086062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/7505160160006086062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/7505160160006086062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/08/sitting-at-panera-on-friday-night.html' title='sitting at Panera on a Friday night'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-7601624521861755974</id><published>2009-08-28T00:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:28:42.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Super 88 Market to be sold</title><content type='html'>This explains so much why Super 88 has sucked for the last year or so. &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/business/articles/2009/08/27/super_88_grocers_being_sold/"&gt;Hopefully, Hong Kong Supermarkets will make it shopable again&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, went to school (again) today to continue to organize my files. This, after talking to Brian at 8 a.m. -- 5 a.m. in San Fran -- as he gives me a nugget of the life of an ibanker. Oh my dear lord. Decided that it's ridiculous to be awake and functioning at 8:30. Went back to sleep until noon. Went to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally had a productive discussion with my English partner Scott about the new year -- especially his writing curriculum. I think we're on the same page for the most part. We're both pretty hard on homework and getting shit done, so that's good news. He teaches with the IQA (introduction, quotation, analysis) method, which is similar to the PEAL (purpose statement, evidence, analysis, link) method, so hopefully there will be less tweaking on my part on the writing front. Also a good thing that he is also a believer of the one-sentence thesis statement. Found it interesting -- and I like it, btw -- that he teaches body paragraphs first, rather than thesis writing. I think more kids should learn to write the bodies before the intro paragraph. He seems like an exciting teacher, so I'm optimistic about the new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, yeah, and I am well aware of how good I have it. Scott also regaled me with some of the horror stories of teaching in New York City public schools. I'm sure my eyes look like they're about to pop out of their sockets. I know that I was definitely making a conscious effort to keep my mouth from hanging open. Seriously. Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I left school, I satisfied a craving for tortellini salad. :) Took a quick nap and then went to Panera to read more about Indian history. I'm now to the Vedic era, so progress is being made. Must make it through the Guptas soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-7601624521861755974?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/7601624521861755974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=7601624521861755974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/7601624521861755974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/7601624521861755974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/08/super-88-market-to-be-sold.html' title='Super 88 Market to be sold'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-6510214025955327595</id><published>2009-08-26T22:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T17:24:43.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yay for another productive day!</title><content type='html'>I love being busy!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At noon, went for a quick spa consultation from the waxing yesterday. All is well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterward, went to school to organize my files. All my curriculum/lesson plans are in hanging folders, and it's really inconvenient to try to find things when you actually need them. So I spent a good two and a half hours just sorting through them, tossing stuff out and putting them into binders by unit. I only got through three units, but work is being done. Exhilarating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 4:30 p.m., headed to the Back Bay for my first haircut since ... Thanksgiving? I heart Shannon. This time, she trimmed my length by two inches, gave it subtle layers, and long, angled bangs. BANGS! I've never had bangs! And I love it! Side part + layers + bangs = awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the library, got "The Awakening" by Kate Chopin, which is on the juniors' English reading list, and went to read it at the Trident Bookseller/Cafe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another unexpected text at 11:30 p.m. What in the world is going on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A great day, overall, though. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-6510214025955327595?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/6510214025955327595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=6510214025955327595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/6510214025955327595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/6510214025955327595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/08/yay-for-another-productive-day.html' title='yay for another productive day!'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-4077904160973113601</id><published>2009-08-26T00:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T01:46:22.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the countdown</title><content type='html'>Six more days until a new class of kids enter my classroom! Five more days until teachers return to school!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today! Not as productive as yesterday, but pretty darn close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thing, woke up maybe a little too early so I can make it to my lip/brow waxing appointment. Definitely should've scheduled it for later in the day, though, because I was pretty much zonked out most of the afternoon. Like Christina said, I don't do "nothing" well. I need to be busy all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, around 6 p.m. or so, I decided I cannot just lounge in front of the TV all day or check the news/Facebook/Twitter all day ... and went to Panera with my laptop and book on Indian history. Surprisingly, I got SOME stuff done and read about ... four pages of Indian history. The book was a little denser than I thought it would be. I'm surprised that some of my students actually cited that book for their capstone paper last year. Bravo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An unexpected e-mail tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And (finally) getting a much-needed haircut tomorrow! I don't think I've had a cut since Thanksgiving (time, money), so I'm definitely overdue for one. It's getting really long and shaggy and growing past the bra strap. Also, it's starting to tangle, which makes pulling it into a ponytail for the gym a pain in the ass. Time for a trim. Two inches? I go to &lt;a href="http://www.jamesjosephstudio.com/"&gt;James Joseph Studio&lt;/a&gt;, and my stylist &lt;a href="http://www.jamesjosephstudio.com/newbury/stylistBios/shannonMcCarthy_Bio.htm"&gt;Shannon&lt;/a&gt; is the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-4077904160973113601?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/4077904160973113601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=4077904160973113601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/4077904160973113601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/4077904160973113601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/08/countdown.html' title='the countdown'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-5162057709395520147</id><published>2009-08-24T23:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:21:04.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a productive Monday</title><content type='html'>One more week!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Received an unexpected text at 11:25 a.m. Eek. Went to school today around 1:30 p.m. to clean up a storm. Wiped the sticky adhesive mess from tables and desks and moved around some furniture. Turns out I have a lot of junk in my drawers. Saw two of my former students today when they were wandering the halls. Chatted a bit with them and they asked about their new teachers. Couldn't tell them much because 1) I am new myself and 2) some of their teachers are new, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgot to mention that I bought plane tickets on a whim on Saturday. OK. Maybe not completely on a whim. I've been thinking about it for quite awhile, ever since I found out the district approved a four-day Labor Day weekend. I've been waffling about it because of finances, etc. But I feel a need to leave the city -- very close to the feeling I had last spring -- and decided to visit some peeps in L.A. Should be exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-5162057709395520147?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/5162057709395520147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=5162057709395520147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/5162057709395520147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/5162057709395520147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/08/productive-monday.html' title='a productive Monday'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-6488350691779029112</id><published>2009-08-24T00:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:41:08.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a good Sunday ... for once</title><content type='html'>The day started pretty shittily as my emotions were at a low point, but after talking to a few friends, I gained MUCH better perspective on things. I'm glad to know that I have supportive friends in my times of need. You guys listened with incredible patience and told me like it is, and I appreciate (and needed!) the bluntness of what you said. So, a huge THANK YOU to the following people (in no particular order!):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* James Koren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* J. Christina Huh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Kevin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Kai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Whitney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Squash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Bakul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* and Brian Lovett (for some much-needed special perspective. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Panera Bread (tomorrow's destination, also, I think, after I go to school) to finish reading "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Does-Head-Look-Big-This/dp/043992233X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1251089464&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Does My Head Look Big in This&lt;/a&gt;," the lovely, lovely summer reading book. Surprisingly, it's not as contrived as I thought it would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym did not happen today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-6488350691779029112?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/6488350691779029112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=6488350691779029112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/6488350691779029112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/6488350691779029112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-sunday-for-once.html' title='a good Sunday ... for once'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-7388098284237359372</id><published>2009-08-22T20:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:16:46.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the week ahead</title><content type='html'>One more week until school starts! Again, I cannot wait. I've been playing around with the school's internal Web access and playing with my class rosters and seeing who are teaching my former students. So in the next week or so, I need to accomplish several things. Overall, I'm going to continue and finish committing my thoughts to paper just to finish the project, which is what it has now become. I still get bouts of melancholy, but when my emotions are not sadness and disappointment and regret, it is resentment and anger and sometimes embarrassment. UGH. This is so unlike me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho. Tomorrow is the start of a NEW WEEK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Go to cafe/coffeeshop/bookstore and read one of two summer reading books. Maybe I should start with the one I never finished reading last summer ... ever ... because it was just so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* gym. Yes. The return to the gym after a week-long absence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Read the other summer reading book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* spinning at 6:45 p.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Go to school and clean and organize my desk. Everything's shifted from summer cleaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* possibly write the parent letter, possibly create a review sheet for summer reading books, now that I have read both of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* gym&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Go to cafe/coffeehouse/bookstore and read about India. I mean, I bought those books for a reason. Perhaps I will go crazy and take notes on the book. gasp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* possibly dominating at trivia with Whitney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* haircut at 5:15 p.m.! it's about time. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* gym&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Continue reading about India. Maybe I'll live dangerously and move on to Hinduism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* gym&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* no idea, but no gym.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* no idea, but last Saturday before the start of school, so definitely something good. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* might go have brunch, relax, enjoy the last day of summer like I actually never did. Again, summer is the worst season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* pick out clothes casual-yet-professional teacher clothes to wear for the first day. No kids on Monday, so no need to bust out the super-professional-super-intimidating teacher look, but still ... and shoes. select shoes to match awesome outfit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* set alarm clocks for 5:15 a.m., 5:30 a.m. and 6 a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* swallow two Benadryls, take a sip of wine, sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At some point during the week, I'll be meeting with Scott, my new English partner to talk about the year. We need to create a united front and know each other's classroom policies and whatnot. I am most interested in knowing how he teaches writing because it's such a big part of the curriculum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-7388098284237359372?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/7388098284237359372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=7388098284237359372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/7388098284237359372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/7388098284237359372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/08/week-ahead.html' title='the week ahead'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-5871099443173419843</id><published>2009-08-22T19:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T20:03:07.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cafe Algiers</title><content type='html'>Last night, Kai and I went to try Cafe Algiers, this quiet little Middle Eastern coffeehouse/cafe in Harvard Square. I got the fried eggplant sandwich with summac. It was hearty, the pita was freshly grilled and, even though the insides kept squishing out, the salad/eggplant combo was awesome. The server was also super attentive and friendly. I wanna go back there soon! Don't remember the last I had Middle Eastern food ... years?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-5871099443173419843?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/5871099443173419843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=5871099443173419843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/5871099443173419843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/5871099443173419843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/08/cafe-algiers.html' title='Cafe Algiers'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-5990052862756711066</id><published>2009-08-21T00:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T01:16:31.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>summer workshop Day 1</title><content type='html'>OK. After getting access to my class rosters LATE last night, I got excited/scared/freaked out with the prospect of returning to school. Mostly, it's excited/anxious, especially the latter when I realize how little I have actually done to prepare for the new school year. Guess it's a bad idea to waste the summer by pretending to do work, huh? Should've definitely started this whole to-do list thing with Christina way earlier. It would also save a lot of emotional turmoil. Grrrr.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case, the rational me is almost completely back. I would say 90 percent. I have almost achieved inner closure, if not face-to-face closure, and am in a much more stable frame of mind. That doesn't mean, though, that bad thoughts sometimes come into my head. But that's off the record, right, James? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, for the first time since June 25, I woke up to two alarms, set 15 minutes apart, and snoozed for 30 minutes. It was NOT a pleasant experience even though I've been harping about how I want to go back to school. And the workshop today started at 9! I only had to wake up at 7:30 a.m. at the latest. I am pretty sure I will NOT be OK with my 5:30 a.m. wakeup calls in a week and a half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1 of the summer workshop was a little jarring. I went from no education-speak for two weeks and am now suddenly thrust into world of philosophical discussions over the merit of posting homework assignments online and the pros and cons in using the point system versus the percentage system in calculating homework grades. That is just 45 minutes of the five-hour workshop and does not include discussions over common curriculum and skills students should acquire by the time they end their freshman year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally met my English partner today! Nobody even told me of his hire or presence or anything. Is this how it goes for the second year? I only knew because I walked in and saw a new person and deduced that he must be the new English teacher and therefore must be my new partner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did not write as therapy today. Rather, looked into entering another profession altogether. A profession that I have absolutely no chance in getting into and, the more I read, little chance of being successful at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is another day! Hopefully one with no irrational thoughts so I can put this chapter of my life behind me and put it in the "life experiences" column. Maybe I will even roll my eyes and laugh in a few months ... yeah, more like a few years. It has been a bittersweet summer, to say the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-5990052862756711066?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/5990052862756711066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=5990052862756711066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/5990052862756711066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/5990052862756711066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-workshop-day-1.html' title='summer workshop Day 1'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-591631339643194727</id><published>2009-08-20T00:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T01:08:03.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I lapsed! No list for Wednesday, but I pretty much parked myself at the Harvard Coop again and wrote for a good three total hours. This is not including the two hours (no joke) I spent just staring off into space, lost in random thoughts. And the hour finishing reading the book. First thing this morning, though, I trekked to Government Center/Downtown Crossing to a coffee shop with wifi (because seriously, I need my daytime access to Internet even though I'm going to be lost in my thoughts), but there were no outlets! I'm going to echo Christina's post here -- but what is the point of providing free wifi if the place doesn't have electrical outlets? It certainly is NOT because of crowd control because there was literally five people in the cavern of a sandwich cafe. So off to Harvard I go. I would use the free Harvard Square wifi, but the wimp in me would prefer to have no Internet in an air-conditioned cafe than to have Internet and die of heat stroke.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Major improvement Wednesday, though. I might have made a breakthrough. :D I think I am definitely gaining some perspective ... maybe it's also because I am SO psyched about school starting again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whitney, Dave, Tom and I did trivia again Wednesday night with Dave's friend Justin. We came in fourth place! Our group's highest finish yet. :) It's good not to be holed up with one's thoughts too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am grateful for supportive friends. Love you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-591631339643194727?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/591631339643194727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=591631339643194727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/591631339643194727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/591631339643194727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/08/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-3463319089493099804</id><published>2009-08-18T00:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:44:22.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>To do:&lt;div&gt;* &lt;del&gt;continue with positive thoughts. be strong. You can do it.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;del&gt;commit thoughts to paper/e-paper by going to the library or someplace quiet to type.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;del&gt;movie with Whitney!&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* finish reading required chapters in "The Art and Science of Teaching"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Netflix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Positive thoughts. Be strong. Easier said than done, but I'm making strides. If I actively seek to do things that will occupy my thoughts, I find that I am less melancholy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Committing thoughts to paper. I went to the Harvard Coop and wrote quite a bit. It's therapeutic to write things down in a concrete manner. It also gives me some perspective and, hopefully in the future, some emotional distance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movie with Whitney. We went to see "Ponyo" at the Boston Common theater. It was cute! I went in knowing very little about it and was glad to see it. It was a matinee, so there were plenty of parents with kids. A good experience! Whitney and I then walked over to Downtown Crossing for a late lunch and talk. I thought I should explain why I was a little distracted at trivia last week. Was relieved that she understood and listened to my story. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading the last chapter of "The Art and Science of Teaching" did not happen. I was too preoccupied with staring off into space and writing to be focused enough to take words IN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-3463319089493099804?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/3463319089493099804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=3463319089493099804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/3463319089493099804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/3463319089493099804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/08/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-8654400989016248851</id><published>2009-08-18T00:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:59:35.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* commit more thought to paper/e-paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* spinning, if time permits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;del&gt;movie with Kai&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* read one more chapter of "The Art and Science of Teaching"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* think positive thoughts. be strong. don't over-think. don't over-analyze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup. You saw it right. After writing until 4:44 a.m. last night/this morning, I woke up at 9 all on my own (trust me. I am NOT OK with this.). That means I only got four hours of sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was hard. Combined with the lack of sleep, I kept feeling this strange fainting/dizzy sensation like when I did when I was a kid. It's almost a sensation of almost-blackout/fainting. It's a little clammy on the arms, the cheeks and down my back. This happened during the movie ("Julie and Julia") with Kai and when I was sitting down in front of the desk or on the couch watching CSI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Julie and Julia" wasn't that great, I thought. Julie Powell was annoying, and Meryl Streep overdid the accent. It was also a bit long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to be strong today. I spent way less time worrying and waiting for the phone to ring because I know that it will not. The setting of "Julie and Julia" made me incredibly sad, though, and I was kinda in a funk after the movie. I talked to James about the situation and had a cathartic, good (SMALL) cry. Real tears. If you know me, you know that I DO NOT CRY. So this is big. It was great to let out the bottled up emotions and to just let it go. When was the last time I cried? James claims it was the the last DT banquet. Really?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I begin the process of letting go. Talking to Kai really helped me gain perspective. This is not the end of the road. I will be strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-8654400989016248851?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/8654400989016248851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=8654400989016248851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/8654400989016248851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/8654400989016248851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/08/monday-recap.html' title='Monday recap'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-8999732061565751864</id><published>2009-08-17T04:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T04:49:56.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday's list!</title><content type='html'>It's been a week since J. Christina and I started this thing!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for Monday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* commit more thought to paper/e-paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* spinning, if time permits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* movie with Kai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* read one more chapter of "The Art and Science of Teaching"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* think positive thoughts. be strong. don't over-think. don't over-analyze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-8999732061565751864?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/8999732061565751864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=8999732061565751864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/8999732061565751864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/8999732061565751864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/08/mondays-list.html' title='Monday&apos;s list!'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-975472932613972172</id><published>2009-08-17T04:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T04:53:14.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;* cello, for crying out loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;del&gt;yoga (optional, because, again, last Saturday and Sunday's sessions were both pretty unfulfilling)&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;del&gt;read two chapters in "The Art and Science of Teaching" to prep for the summer workshop on Thursday and Friday&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* sweep and mop the room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del&gt;* commit thoughts to paper/e-paper :)&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cello. Clearly, it is still sitting on the dining table, waiting for action on my part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yoga. I went on to Sunday's session because I wasn't feeling Saturday's teacher. So no gym on Saturday. The teacher today was quirky. Talkative, funny. Good about adjusting positions. Tried to get us to do with this crazy handstand move. THAT did not happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read THREE chapters of "The Art and Science of Teaching." Three more to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not clean. It is too hot to clean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Commit thoughts to paper/e-paper. I just finished doing that with tonight's dinner. It was cathartic, and I'm in a much better place, mentally. What I wrote tonight took about three hours. I have a feeling that the other thoughts-on-paper will not be so thorough because the memory is not as fresh. But at least I feel a release. :) Thanks, Kevin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also saw "(500) Days of Summer" tonight in a bid to leave to apartment and do something so I'm not so bored all the time. I liked the movie. It's not as lovey dovey as I expected it to be, and I'm glad. I think it portrays love as close to reality as a movie can. The ending was cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-975472932613972172?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/975472932613972172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=975472932613972172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/975472932613972172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/975472932613972172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekend-recap.html' title='weekend recap'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-1780703831355218144</id><published>2009-08-15T00:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:01:32.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday (and Sunday?) list</title><content type='html'>This list might be applicable for the whole weekend.&lt;div&gt;* cello, for crying out loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* yoga (optional, because, again, last Saturday and Sunday's sessions were both pretty unfulfilling)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* read two chapters in "The Art and Science of Teaching" to prep for the summer workshop on Thursday and Friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* sweep and mop the room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* commit thoughts to paper/e-paper :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll see how we do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-1780703831355218144?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/1780703831355218144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=1780703831355218144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/1780703831355218144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/1780703831355218144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/08/saturday-and-sunday-list.html' title='Saturday (and Sunday?) list'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-3932602906350964375</id><published>2009-08-15T00:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:57:08.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday/Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thursday/Friday recap:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* think positive thoughts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* cello! I need to play "May Song" at least three times through and not just half-assed. Actually play it to make it better. The slurring and the bowings are really hard, but seriously, must rise to the occasion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;del&gt;gym&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;del&gt;rubric (sigh)&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DID think positive thoughts for a good stretch there. So it's a partial check. I was telling Kevin about this list thing and suggested that I write my thoughts in a letter because that will force me to look on the bright side. I swear, this is so unlike me to be so down that I might do this. Also, I need to write everything out and just let my thoughts flow out of my system. I worry too much! Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cello. My long lost friend. Every time I leave my room, there you are, begging to be played. The smoothness of the bow pulled across the deep, melodic G string. Yup. Didn't happen. Tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did go to the gym on Thursday, though. It was a strength training day, so I'm still a little stiff. But it's a great feeling. I like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what? The rubric is DONE DONE DONE! Turns out, it wasn't as hard as I had imagined. After procrastinating for five days, it actually only took me an additional two hours to complete, format and polish. I might have done a little rubric dance when I sent the finished product to myself just in case the file crashes for some reason. So exciting! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I just saw &lt;i&gt;For Love of the Game&lt;/i&gt; on TV without realizing that it's not just a baseball movie -- it's a ROMANTIC baseball movie. Movies should not sneak up on people like that! Can't believe I got semi-emotional over a baseball movie ... ew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-3932602906350964375?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/3932602906350964375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=3932602906350964375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/3932602906350964375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/3932602906350964375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/08/thursdayfriday.html' title='Thursday/Friday'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-145973436512776925</id><published>2009-08-13T01:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:32:48.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>for Thursday/Friday</title><content type='html'>On to Thursday and Friday!&lt;div&gt;* think positive thoughts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* cello! I need to play "May Song" at least three times through and not just half-assed. Actually play it to make it better. The slurring and the bowings are really hard, but seriously, must rise to the occasion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* gym&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* rubric (sigh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Included Friday because, well, ya gotta be realistic here. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-145973436512776925?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/145973436512776925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=145973436512776925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/145973436512776925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/145973436512776925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-thursday.html' title='for Thursday/Friday'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-5782048854017644283</id><published>2009-08-12T01:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T01:00:00.032-04:00</updated><title type='text'>list for Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Somewhere in my apartment building, a smoke alarm has been blaring for (no joke) the last hour or so. Because it's summer, everyone's windows are open, so pretty much the whole block can hear it. Usually, the alarm stops within 30 minutes, so I wonder if it's coming from one of the vacant units.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today has been a fairly good day. Practicing cello, while never really "fun," was definitely therapeutic and relaxing. It calmed me down. Cello, some afternoon CSI -- good stuff! A little "This American Life," a little "Meet the Press." :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can tell when summer vacation is ending and school is starting again by the inbox. I've been checking it every few weeks or so, but have amped it up in the last week. Today, three red flags popped up when there used to be none. Mail! Glorious mail! Discussed furniture arrangement for the classroom with my classroom roommate and potential tweaks to the way we teach the major religions. School is starting soon! Hooray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to Wednesday's list!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* the saga continues: finish and polish the rubric. &lt;i&gt;Should I even bother putting this on the list anymore?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* sweep and mop. &lt;i&gt;Here's the problem, it's too damn hot to do housework. I spent NINE HOURS last Wednesday cleaning out my closet and was completely gross at the end of the marathon because it was so hot in the apartment. I'm not sure if I'm up for even the lightest of housework.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* gym&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* TRIVIA NIGHT with Whitney and Dave! I believe there will be sangria/drink before then. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime this week, I'll have to bring myself to reread "Siddhartha" to refresh my memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday recap:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* the saga continues: finish and polish the rubric. &lt;i&gt;Should I even bother putting this on the list anymore?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* sweep and mop. &lt;i&gt;Here's the problem, it's too damn hot to do housework. I spent NINE HOURS last Wednesday cleaning out my closet and was completely gross at the end of the marathon because it was so hot in the apartment. I'm not sure if I'm up for even the lightest of housework.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;del&gt;gym&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;del&gt;TRIVIA NIGHT with Whitney and Dave! I believe there will be sangria/drink before then. :D&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems that I have been going to the gym consistently now. :) Trivia night was awesome, as usual. Some tricky questions that we should've gone with the simple answers but instead chose the less obvious. I think our team ended up somewhere in the middle, score-wise. It was a mixed-bag of a day. It started out great, but I felt a little down in the afternoon and went to the gym to distract myself. The night ended with trivia. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-5782048854017644283?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/5782048854017644283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=5782048854017644283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/5782048854017644283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/5782048854017644283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/08/list-for-wednesday.html' title='list for Wednesday'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-5776296493630904198</id><published>2009-08-11T02:11:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T01:19:30.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>list for Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Monday didn't go well. It was a shit-tastic day. There was the physical problems (sick to stomach and lack of sleep) and the emotional turmoil that never really went away. For some reason, I just felt really glum today, even after I took a four-hour nap to make up my sleep debt. I think I just need to go back to school. Clearly, this summer vacation thing is not working out. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My anxiety and inner turmoil got bad enough for me to just leave the apartment and go for a drive. So from about 10:45 p.m. until about 12:45 a.m., I went from Brighton to Fenway/downtown (bad plan, the game just got out) to Cambridge/Memorial Drive. Then Lexington center and took Mass. Ave. all the way from Lexington to Harvard, took Storrow Drive on a roundabout way to get home via downtown/Fenway/Brookline. It felt great to sing out my frustrations in a car and to have a quiet moment to think and zone out. What I ended up with is a series of positive thoughts and what I am thankful for. Mostly, it's Christina and James for listening to my problems with patience, understanding and humor. During the drive, my mind drifted a lot of happy memories (yay!) that eased some of my insecurities and anxieties. Spinning class was exhilarating (read: I will be in pain tomorrow) -- it was a great combo of sequences and music! And c'mon! This morning, because I couldn't sleep, I got to see a beautiful sunrise (lavender, orange, blue) over the Charles River. Life can only be good when the day starts like that!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, geez. This is so unlike me to be so glum for so long. Not to mention to be so anxious and insecure without real cause. I want the true me back! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to Tuesday's list!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;bold&gt;&lt;b&gt;continue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;with rubric assignment. Finish and polish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* sweep and mop the room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* cello (I think even exercises like practicing my arm levels and scales will make everything better. Playing music makes everything better.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* gym (either yoga at 5:15 or cardio whenever)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday's list!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;bold&gt;&lt;b&gt;continue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;with rubric assignment. Finish and polish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* sweep and mop the room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;del&gt;cello (I think even exercises like practicing my arm levels and scales will make everything better. Playing music makes everything better.)&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;del&gt;gym (either yoga at 5:15 or cardio whenever)&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clearly, procrastination is a bitch. On the bright side, cello did make things better. Therapeutic. I might even be up for a cello lesson in the next week or so. Gasp! I ended up doing yoga instead of cardio because I figured that I had spinning yesterday. I was kinda regretting it on the way to the gym, but turns out the yoga class was Level 2 Vinyasa yoga, so it was way intense. I don't remember the last time I had to stay in plank or downward facing dog or a lunge for so long. Felt a fantastic stretch toward the end with the pigeon, though. So great yoga today. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-5776296493630904198?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/5776296493630904198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=5776296493630904198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/5776296493630904198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/5776296493630904198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/08/list-for-tuesday.html' title='list for Tuesday'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-7679558769518079723</id><published>2009-08-10T10:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:10:46.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>list for Monday</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling slightly sick to my stomach right now (about 10:30 a.m.). Not sure if it's the lack of sleep (couldn't make myself fall asleep last night. I hate it when that happens. Didn't actually fall asleep until around 6. Woke up at 9.) or if it's some subconscious emotional turmoil. I'm also a little frustrated and angry at myself, so ... anyway.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today's list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* finish the rubric assignment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* sweep and mop the room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* spinning at 6:45 p.m. (Not sure if this will happen ... depending on how I feel later today)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* practice cello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For reasons I will explain in my next post, I got very little done today. I felt better enough by the evening to go to spinning class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today's list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* finish the rubric assignment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* sweep and mop the room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;del&gt;spinning at 6:45 p.m. (Not sure if this will happen ... depending on how I feel later today)&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* practice cello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-7679558769518079723?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/7679558769518079723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=7679558769518079723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/7679558769518079723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/7679558769518079723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/08/list-for-monday.html' title='list for Monday'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-7467135844842427688</id><published>2009-08-09T01:09:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:29:40.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>list for Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jchristinahuh.blogspot.com/"&gt;J. Christina&lt;/a&gt; and I are going to keep each other accountable for our daily goals. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So the rules are:&lt;br /&gt;1. We both post our to-do lists either the night before or the day of.&lt;br /&gt;2. At the end of each day, we'll repost the to-do lists with what we got done crossed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my list for Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* start and finish rubric assignment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* sweep and mop the room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* yoga at 3 p.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* practice cello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday recap:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;del&gt;start&lt;/del&gt; and finish rubric assignment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* sweep and mop the room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;del&gt;yoga at 3 p.m.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* practice cello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am halfway done with my rubric assignment; it's harder than expected. Yoga was unfulfilling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-7467135844842427688?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/7467135844842427688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=7467135844842427688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/7467135844842427688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/7467135844842427688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/08/list-for-sunday.html' title='list for Sunday'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-7285574495816791509</id><published>2009-08-09T00:00:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T01:21:45.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>trying to be busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/Sn5LqQIf7TI/AAAAAAAABm4/4aKbQiP9t8w/s1600-h/IMG_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/Sn5LqQIf7TI/AAAAAAAABm4/4aKbQiP9t8w/s320/IMG_0217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367810995129412914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are three weeks left until the start of school, and I cannot be happier about it. Don't get me wrong, I love vacation, but I've had my fill of it by Week 3.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is also the first summer since high school when I wasn't working in some capacity. Summer after high school, it was waiting tables at Applebee's. Every summer in college, it was newspaper internships. Summer after college, it was grad school and Ann Taylor. The one after that, Miami Herald. And the last summer, Boston Globe. So I've been gainfully employed every summer for the past few years. Except this year. &lt;b&gt;And I am bored out of my gourd.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first few weeks was fun. My body clock slowly adjusted to not waking up at 5:30 without an alarm. I checked my work e-mail once every few days in case something happens (see below). I read "Ethan Frome," which has been languishing on my Amazon reading list. I bought my second copy of "Twelfth Night" and am churning away at that. I had a fantastic cello lesson because I actually had time to practice all my pieces. As you can see, I have returned to blogging for myself, not just for my students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went home for two weeks, and that was when extreme boredom sets in. And as James and Christina can attest, it is &lt;b&gt;no good&lt;/b&gt; when Julie is bored. In my two weeks at home, I baked a lot of &lt;a href="http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-very-first-blueberry-pie.html"&gt;blueberry&lt;/a&gt; and assorted &lt;a href="http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-very-first-blueberry-pie.html"&gt;blueberry-inspired pies&lt;/a&gt;. I read many a Wikipedia article, ranging from the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tallest_building_in_Boston"&gt;tallest buildings in Boston&lt;/a&gt; to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Empire_of_Japan"&gt;Empire of Japan&lt;/a&gt; and the histories of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/China"&gt;China&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taiwan"&gt;Taiwan&lt;/a&gt; to members of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tudor_dynasty"&gt;Tudor dynasty&lt;/a&gt;, when I started watching "&lt;a href="http://www.sho.com/site/tudors/home.do"&gt;The Tudors&lt;/a&gt;" on my Netflix Watch Instantly. Of course, I have also read random Wikipedia articles. I also went to my parent's gym daily. I have to say, it's weird to go to a coed gym when your &lt;a href="http://www.healthworksfitness.com/"&gt;gym is women-only&lt;/a&gt;. I feel a lot more self-conscious about even walking in the free-weights area and a lot of more conscious about how fast or how long I run. Random Urban Dictionary articles at 2 a.m. was a fun experience, too. SportsCenter (which seemed to always be on) and afternoon episodes of CSI and CSI: NY also sustained me. Part of the reason for the boredom, I think, is because my sister wasn't also home; she usually is when I am. So it was just me, mom and dad. Is this what it's like to be an only child? I am grateful to have a sibling. :) Love ya, Amez!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I've returned to Boston, things have been a lot better. I feel freer, but I am still bored. The increased gym participation continues. I returned to yoga class today for the first time in almost a year. I finished reading "Brick Lane" early Thursday morning, when I stayed up till 4:30 a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone asked me on Monday &lt;b&gt;what my life centers around&lt;/b&gt;. Maybe it's because we were just discussing my first unit of the school year, but my first reaction and what I said was, "My students. Because I would be bereft without them." Since then, the more I think about it, the more my answer troubles me. While it true that "school" does not seem like "work" to me, it is what I do for a living. So essentially, with my answer, I am saying that my life centers around my work, and I don't think that's true. And this is why it's important to point out how I spent my last summers because I am now realizing how important it is for me to keep busy. Even though I enjoy teaching and find it challenging every day, my friends and family are also important. Family, that's standard, but friendship, I value. I'm the kind of person who holds close friends near and dear. &lt;b&gt;So the more I think about my answer, I think it's the wrong answer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With three weeks left of summer, I actually have real work to do to prepare for the school year. I have to reread the students' summer reading so I can know what I am talking about (again). I am attending a summer workshop on the transition to high school life in a few weeks. And my department chair volunteered me to the take-home summer workshop on writing a rubric for a pre-existing subject-area assignment. I also need to revise the formatting and other basics of the freshman research project. And bone up on my India/Hinduism/Buddhism, which is the first unit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I actually have work to do for the next three weeks. :) To-do list, coming right up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-7285574495816791509?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/7285574495816791509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=7285574495816791509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/7285574495816791509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/7285574495816791509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/08/trying-to-be-busy.html' title='trying to be busy'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/Sn5LqQIf7TI/AAAAAAAABm4/4aKbQiP9t8w/s72-c/IMG_0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-8723478741833990815</id><published>2009-08-03T17:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:51:48.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cute skirt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SneFyHI2mPI/AAAAAAAABmg/424uJSw_Zi0/s1600-h/IMG_0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SneFyHI2mPI/AAAAAAAABmg/424uJSw_Zi0/s320/IMG_0210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365904576991369458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought a great skirt at Marshall's today after I now-nearly-daily trips to Borders at either Copley or Downtown Crossing because my apartment is just too damn hot. I bring my book (currently "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Brick-Lane-Novel-Monica-Ali/dp/1416584072/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1249346559&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Brick Lane&lt;/a&gt;" by Monica Ali, bought at the Boston Public Library's book sale on Saturday for $.50) and make myself comfortable in one of the couches. If Downtown Crossing, I get a great view from the second floor window of the statues in the little plaza below. It's great people watching when I take a break from the book. If Copley, I can sit at the coffee shop and read or snuggle in one of the couches, but no view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, after Borders today, I went across the street to the Marshall's and found this cute skirt -- but I have no clue what to wear with it! You can't see it from the picture, but the top part is pale yellow with green and brown polka-dots. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-8723478741833990815?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/8723478741833990815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=8723478741833990815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/8723478741833990815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/8723478741833990815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/08/cute-skirt.html' title='cute skirt!'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SneFyHI2mPI/AAAAAAAABmg/424uJSw_Zi0/s72-c/IMG_0210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-2280283384862890409</id><published>2009-07-30T16:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:20:41.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>summer saviour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SnIAO3C0OZI/AAAAAAAABlo/Y2C08rkwbmo/s1600-h/IMG_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SnIAO3C0OZI/AAAAAAAABlo/Y2C08rkwbmo/s200/IMG_0206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364350361445611922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I left my red desk fan in my filing cabinet at school and have been regretting it for about two days now. Problems solved with my silver-framed saviour. You can't see it, but the blades were definitely spinning. Life is so much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-2280283384862890409?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/2280283384862890409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=2280283384862890409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/2280283384862890409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/2280283384862890409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-saviour.html' title='summer saviour'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SnIAO3C0OZI/AAAAAAAABlo/Y2C08rkwbmo/s72-c/IMG_0206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-4113299904480207746</id><published>2009-07-25T00:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:08:45.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>by request: bacon pineapple fried rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SmqQse52UhI/AAAAAAAABlY/1xgP3I3WsVs/s1600-h/P4150002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SmqQse52UhI/AAAAAAAABlY/1xgP3I3WsVs/s320/P4150002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362257400222339602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's recipe. By request from James. My mom makes this with Taiwanese sausages, which you can buy from basically any self-respecting Chinese grocery store.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Asian grocery stores, the &lt;a href="http://www.super88market.com/"&gt;Super 88 Market in Allston/Brighton&lt;/a&gt; has officially lost my loyalty. I've noticed that starting with their renovation around last winter, its supplies has been dwindling significantly. We're talking about less and less selection of oils, brands of popular supplies (like &lt;b&gt;soy sauce&lt;/b&gt;, for cryin' out loud) and just choice of basic necessities. The new store looks great, by the way, and I wasn't fazed when I couldn't find any New Year's cake on New Year's eve -- I mean, it's to be expected when one procrastinates. However, a few weeks ago, I went in search of two -- again, BASIC -- items: sesame oil and a 5 pound bag of rice. I left empty-handed. Why, you ask? Because &lt;b&gt;there was no sesame oil to be bought&lt;/b&gt;, and only about five or six 25 pound bags of rice to be seen in the store's alcove of rice. Also since the renovation, Super 88 has drastically reduced the brands of dumplings they carry -- in fact, from about three or four different brands to &lt;b&gt;just one&lt;/b&gt;. I have not returned to the market since. The food court, though, is still full of deliciousness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After leaving frustrated and annoyed, I went to &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/johns-market-allston"&gt;John's Market in Allston/Brighton&lt;/a&gt; and procured the necessary items plus awesome &lt;b&gt;kimchi&lt;/b&gt;. The proprietor is super nice. :) He even gave me a free can of iced coffee (!), which I deperately needed after a long day at school. Does he do this for everyone? Or did I fake being Korean really well? Maybe he just recognized an awesome dudette when he saw one? I kid! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the recipe. Again, Taiwanese sausage is best, but bacon will do. If you use the sausage, you might need to put in a little oil before adding the rice. If using the bacon, the fat rendered should be good. Off we go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;BACON PINEAPPLE FRIED RICE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ingredients:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* 1/2 package of bacon OR 1/2 package of Taiwanese sausage, sliced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* small can of chunky or crushed pineapples or 1/2 regular can, drained&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* 1 cup of steamed white rice, best if on the dry side (but cooked through! &lt;b&gt;none of the this crunchy-grain business&lt;/b&gt;. ew.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* 1/2 diced onions, if desired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;procedure:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* in large frying pan, saute meat until fat is rendered and meat is slightly burned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* add pineapples (and onions) and cook for about a minute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* add rice and incorporate bacon/sausage and pineapples. It helps if you get the rice sit for a little while to soak in the grease (!) before flipping it around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* salt and pepper to taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-4113299904480207746?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/4113299904480207746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=4113299904480207746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/4113299904480207746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/4113299904480207746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/07/by-request-bacon-pineapple-fried-rice.html' title='by request: bacon pineapple fried rice'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SmqQse52UhI/AAAAAAAABlY/1xgP3I3WsVs/s72-c/P4150002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-4474335690488303506</id><published>2009-07-25T00:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T00:48:23.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>six pies for dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad loved my pies and requested more for upcoming breakfasts and snacks! So I made six pies, one to eat and five to freeze for later. Three blueberry/strawberry and three blueberry/strawberry/peach. Hope pies freeze well ... Pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SmqNjqoKWbI/AAAAAAAABlQ/XgnkO0M1xeM/s1600-h/IMG_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SmqNjqoKWbI/AAAAAAAABlQ/XgnkO0M1xeM/s320/IMG_0204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362253950215674290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one is the blueberry/strawberry/peach. See the chunk of peace sticking out? I changed brands of pie crust this time -- Pillsbury (cheaper) -- but am not sure if I like it. One of the crust dough was already separated between the bottom and the sides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SmqNjTVneVI/AAAAAAAABlI/J0H5wMFSTkM/s1600-h/IMG_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SmqNjTVneVI/AAAAAAAABlI/J0H5wMFSTkM/s320/IMG_0203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362253943963875666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The six pies! Left, the ones with peach. More golden brown this time. Figured out that I needed to take the foil/rice out of the pies and continue baking until golden brown. Also, the Pillsbury doesn't smell as good coming out of the oven as the Mrs. Smith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-4474335690488303506?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/4474335690488303506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=4474335690488303506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/4474335690488303506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/4474335690488303506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/07/six-pies-for-dad.html' title='six pies for dad!'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SmqNjqoKWbI/AAAAAAAABlQ/XgnkO0M1xeM/s72-c/IMG_0204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-3789822957000681897</id><published>2009-07-23T20:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:00:20.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my very first blueberry pie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The family and I went blueberry picking on Saturday! It was pretty fantastic, if one overlooks the incredible heat and humidity in the fields. I've forgotten how nice people can be in the South. So Sunday was a pie-making day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SmkDdbcIb-I/AAAAAAAABkI/Z5GFLwuYAfg/s1600-h/IMG_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SmkDdbcIb-I/AAAAAAAABkI/Z5GFLwuYAfg/s320/IMG_0182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361820635478126562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This basket was full when we got home. The other half is in the fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SmkDdsZN5gI/AAAAAAAABkQ/eAmVJTpnTPE/s1600-h/IMG_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SmkDdsZN5gI/AAAAAAAABkQ/eAmVJTpnTPE/s320/IMG_0183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361820640029304322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Four cups of blueberries!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SmkDdy28pkI/AAAAAAAABkY/xJ-scB4M6ks/s1600-h/IMG_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SmkDdy28pkI/AAAAAAAABkY/xJ-scB4M6ks/s320/IMG_0186.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361820641764615746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pie crust ... courtesy of Mrs. Smith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SmkDeC0FqnI/AAAAAAAABkg/CwU0AvX7gbo/s1600-h/IMG_0188.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SmkDeC0FqnI/AAAAAAAABkg/CwU0AvX7gbo/s320/IMG_0188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361820646047591026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lemon juice, sugar, corn starch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SmkDeYhKUjI/AAAAAAAABko/o8xSLmHt0C0/s1600-h/IMG_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SmkDeYhKUjI/AAAAAAAABko/o8xSLmHt0C0/s320/IMG_0189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361820651873784370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;boiling blueberries! I love it when they pop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SmkE4GRRXSI/AAAAAAAABkw/EaG-F6cJ4sE/s1600-h/IMG_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SmkE4GRRXSI/AAAAAAAABkw/EaG-F6cJ4sE/s320/IMG_0194.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361822193163525410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finished product ... so shiny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SmkHMt27NLI/AAAAAAAABlA/NcVNgQPmjcc/s1600-h/IMG_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SmkHMt27NLI/AAAAAAAABlA/NcVNgQPmjcc/s320/IMG_0199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361824746411078834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;made one the next day with a nectarine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-3789822957000681897?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/3789822957000681897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=3789822957000681897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/3789822957000681897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/3789822957000681897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-very-first-blueberry-pie.html' title='my very first blueberry pie!'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SmkDdbcIb-I/AAAAAAAABkI/Z5GFLwuYAfg/s72-c/IMG_0182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-2056323862585874353</id><published>2009-03-14T06:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T06:20:23.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Four-flavor Shrimp</title><content type='html'>There were some awesome shrimp at Super 88 yesterday, so I bought a pound, thinking that I can make it with into a noodle soup or saute with vegetables. But no! I had a better idea! My mom makes these amazing garlic shrimp ... mmm ... this is a variation. No pictures, sorry, but it looked great! :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will be enough for about 2-3 people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup of chopped garlic, fresh or jarred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3-4 Thai red chillies ... or any chilli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;basil optional&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vegetable oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 pound of shrimp with heads on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wok or large saute pan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procedure:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* using a pair of scissors, trim the whiskers off the shrimp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* heat about 2 Tbp of oil in wok or pan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* add garlic and chillies and stir until they get their aroma out (1 minute?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* add shrimp and cook until done (red and slightly curled)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* add salt and pepper to taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* add basil if desired :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-2056323862585874353?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/2056323862585874353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=2056323862585874353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/2056323862585874353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/2056323862585874353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/03/four-flavor-shrimp.html' title='Four-flavor Shrimp'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-3690174273177428276</id><published>2009-03-13T20:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:03:44.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so it's been a little while ...</title><content type='html'>In fact, I don't believe I have written in this thing since I've started teaching in earnest ... in September? (edit: OK. I am wrong. Since July 28. Holy cow.) Well, lots of things have happened since then, and it's too much to go into detail, but I will try to recap. Here we go.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest of summer ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ended the internship at the Globe on Aug. 29, which also ended the week of overlap where I worked two full-time jobs -- the high school and the newspaper. Leave for work in the morning at 6:30 and haul my ass to Dorchester in hopes of not hitting traffic. Sneak a nap in the Globe parking lot (hoping not to get caught). Copy edit until midnight or so, get home around 12:30, sleep, wake up, repeat. Thankfully, Monday was a teacher workday (no kids), and Friday was Labor Day break. So only three days of real overlap. But still. Whew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the fall ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* School started in September and moved in to the new place on Sept. 1 to the news that school the next day (Tuesday) had been canceled. This is new-teacher hazing? No, no, it is not. The boiler room flooded in the school and we would not have school for the next three days. School resumed that Friday. Talk about screwing with momentum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Constant overwhelmed feeling in the beginning. For the first two weeks or so, I've had to literally pinch myself to remind myself that I am really a teacher and am responsible for some kids' knowledge of world history. It was a scary feeling. Still is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Homecoming trip to L.A. and hung out with the gang. So great to be all together once again! Thanksgiving at Jen and Ravi's place. Really good turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Started tutoring in earnest in AP U.S. and world history I. Attended a Christmas party the mom threw. A little awkward, but pretty good fun. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Went home for Christmas. School didn't let off until the 23rd, and I will never fly Delta again. Broke up with the boyfriend. It is true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the spring ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Took up cello again. But the practicing, as with piano before, does not come easily. Especially because I have way less time now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Started fantasizing about potential vacations during February break, but nothing came to fruition. Basically because I need to save money and because I spent February break holed up in various coffee shops around Boston and the western suburbs for hours at a time. But still only finished the Rome/Byzantine tests, not the Rome essays. Those didn't get done until last weekend, when I forced myself to face the music. I estimate that 70 percent of my teaching time is actually spent grading. The other stuff is planning and e-mails and students coming in for help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Was the bearer of bad and good news at the end of February/early March when I started having individual conversations with students about course selection for the sophomore year. One almost-tear, a few argumentative, a few disappointments, a lot of appeal forms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Have been tutoring a lot more, which is good because it is basically paying my student loans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Co-hosted my first dinner party with Whitney at my apartment. It was less awkward than I expected, which is good! I'd say it was a success. Pictures to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now planning my summer. I want to take some classes offered through Primary Source, an institute that offers professional development opportunities to history teachers that also potentially fund trips to worldwide destinations. In the immediate future, though, I am thinking about April plans (imaginary vacations), Amy's graduation, maybe a trip to Chicago (my first time!) and taking classes at Harvard Extension in the fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My next unit is Islam and the Muslim empires, so I am reading, learning and researching. If anyone has any suggestions, send them my way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also fulfilling one of my life dreams tomorrow ... proctoring the SATs! I am super excited. My consolation is that Roanne, one of the English teachers at the school, is just as nerdly excited as me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-3690174273177428276?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/3690174273177428276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=3690174273177428276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/3690174273177428276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/3690174273177428276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-its-been-little-while.html' title='so it&apos;s been a little while ...'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-3672585068464237576</id><published>2008-07-28T13:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:18:28.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BLT soup</title><content type='html'>First, I love soup. I had BLT soup in the Globe cafeteria the other day and thought it was pretty good. Unlike most people, I rarely have problems with cafeteria food and was one of those kids in school who didn't complain. Anyway. So I thought I would replicate it in my kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLT Soup:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;* 2-3 cups diced cooked chicken OR 5-6 chicken drumsticks&lt;br /&gt;* chicken broth if you're using diced chicken&lt;br /&gt;* 1/2 package of bacon or half of a full package of bacon.&lt;br /&gt;* 1 yellow onion, diced&lt;br /&gt;* 3 handfuls of lettuce (I used salad mix)&lt;br /&gt;* 1 cup of carrots if you prefer&lt;br /&gt;* 2 cups of sliced celery&lt;br /&gt;* 1 can of tomatoes OR 2 cups of freshly diced tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;* salt&lt;br /&gt;* pepper&lt;br /&gt;* hot sauce (Tabasco!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Procedure:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Heat a stock pot on the stove. No oil.&lt;br /&gt;* Cut your bacon into 1-inch pieces and put into pot. Stir and cook until slightly brown.&lt;br /&gt;* Meanwhile, dice onions and put into pot when bacon browns. Stir and saute until onion is slightly brown.&lt;br /&gt;* Drain about half of the bacon fat.&lt;br /&gt;* Add sliced celery. Saute until halfway done.&lt;br /&gt;* Add chicken broth (if you're using diced chicken) and water halfway up the pot.&lt;br /&gt;* Cover and bring to a boil.&lt;br /&gt;* Add chicken. Bring liquid to boil again. If using fresh chicken, cook until chicken is done.&lt;br /&gt;* Add tomatoes. Bring to boil.&lt;br /&gt;* Add lettuce.&lt;br /&gt;* Season with salt, pepper and hot sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes about three servings. I have two Tupperwares with it in the freezer. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-3672585068464237576?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/3672585068464237576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=3672585068464237576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/3672585068464237576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/3672585068464237576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2008/07/blt-soup.html' title='BLT soup'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-9088365033128811535</id><published>2008-06-25T02:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T02:46:30.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Chumby!</title><content type='html'>A Chumby is a souped up, crazy alarm clock that is also a rotating, interactive wireless ... you need to watch &lt;a href="http://www.chumby.com/"&gt;this introductory video&lt;/a&gt;. My Chumby is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can customize it with any widgets you want. Here, you can see what I have on my Chumby. I can also listen to podcasts, the radio, NPR, watch YouTube, read the news, check my e-mail ... and spy on people with Webcams. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watch it do its thing. A new page appears every 30 seconds or so, depending what I have set up. Feel free to click and explore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="328" height="270" quality="high" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" wmode="transparent" name="virtualchumby" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.chumby.com/virtualchumby2.swf" FlashVars="_chumby_profile_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.chumby.com%2Fxml%2Fvirtualprofiles%2F74127A1E-34FF-11DD-91A4-001E681DF646&amp;amp;baseURL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.chumby.com" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-9088365033128811535?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/9088365033128811535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=9088365033128811535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/9088365033128811535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/9088365033128811535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-chumby.html' title='My Chumby!'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-7513324243329435961</id><published>2008-04-13T22:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:27:51.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah Montana ... in my head ... Make it stop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/HyosLIuI2N/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/HyosLIuI2N/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-7513324243329435961?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/7513324243329435961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=7513324243329435961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/7513324243329435961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/7513324243329435961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2008/04/hannah-montana-in-my-head-oh-god-make.html' title='Hannah Montana ... in my head ... Make it stop!'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-7779621137390476728</id><published>2008-04-12T00:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:17:52.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BC commencement speaker</title><content type='html'>For those of you who remember well my (and others, I might add) tirade against the choice of Antonio Villaraigosa speak at the USC commencement two years ago, you will be glad to know that, while I am not entirely mollified, Boston College has chosen a much better, more renowned &lt;a href="http://media.www.bcheights.com/media/storage/paper144/news/2008/04/10/News/Mccullough.Headlines.Graduation-3315653.shtml"&gt;speaker for its 2008 commencement&lt;/a&gt; -- David McCullough. At least the guy didn't have to just walk down from city hall to speak. McCullough has some oomph. And hopefully will not have an extramarital affair with a TV reporter one year after he speaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually have already heard McCullough speak -- interestingly, at USC, when he was promoting 1776 (I think). In any case, he's a great speaker. Engaging, intelligent. Will not stand on a political soapbox. Besides, he's a history guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we won't tell him that I've been working on finishing his "John Adams" since second semester freshman year. There is progress. Just incrementally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SAA3mlaEjII/AAAAAAAAAy0/j5aSUl4ErTE/s1600-h/john-adams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SAA3mlaEjII/AAAAAAAAAy0/j5aSUl4ErTE/s320/john-adams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188207906746829954" 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/10113213-7779621137390476728?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/7779621137390476728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=7779621137390476728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/7779621137390476728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/7779621137390476728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2008/04/bc-commencement-speaker.html' title='BC commencement speaker'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SAA3mlaEjII/AAAAAAAAAy0/j5aSUl4ErTE/s72-c/john-adams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-7341635364500847387</id><published>2008-04-11T23:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:33:18.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cute shoes</title><content type='html'>Just got these &lt;a href="http://www.overstock.com/Clothing/Oh-Deer-Womens-Green-Plaid-Pump/2768346/product.html"&gt;amazing green plaid shoes&lt;/a&gt; in the mail from &lt;a href="http://www.overstock.com"&gt;Overstock.com&lt;/a&gt;. SO cute. Needs breaking in ... but don't all shoes? These will make me AT LEAST 5'6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SAAtFlaEjGI/AAAAAAAAAyk/vdtjTMhKL5g/s1600-h/green+plaid+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SAAtFlaEjGI/AAAAAAAAAyk/vdtjTMhKL5g/s320/green+plaid+shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188196344694869090" 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/10113213-7341635364500847387?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/7341635364500847387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=7341635364500847387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/7341635364500847387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/7341635364500847387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2008/04/cute-shoes.html' title='cute shoes'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/SAAtFlaEjGI/AAAAAAAAAyk/vdtjTMhKL5g/s72-c/green+plaid+shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-509796229561434922</id><published>2008-03-23T22:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:15:15.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>saddest Onion article</title><content type='html'>Wow. I don't read The Onion all that often, but this one, courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.herecomesthescience.com"&gt;Raf&lt;/a&gt;, is the saddest "funny" article yet. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="onion_embed headline"&gt;&lt;a class="img" target="theonion" href="http://www.theonion.com/content/news/daddy_put_in_bye_bye_box?utm_source=Distributed&amp;amp;utm_medium=Embedded%2BHTML&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Widgets"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.theonion.com/content/files/images/Daddy-Put-R.frontpage_thumbnail_small.jpg" alt="Daddy Put In Bye-Bye Box" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a target="theonion" href="http://www.theonion.com/content?utm_source=Distributed&amp;amp;utm_medium=Embedded%2BHTML&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Widgets"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.theonion.com/content/themes/onion/assets/logos/onion_super_tiny.png" alt="The Onion" height="12" width="92" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-size: 21px ! important; line-height: 20px ! important;"&gt;&lt;a target="theonion" href="http://www.theonion.com/content/news/daddy_put_in_bye_bye_box?utm_source=Distributed&amp;amp;utm_medium=Embedded%2BHTML&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Widgets"&gt;Daddy Put In Bye-Bye Box&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.onion_embed {background: rgb(256, 256, 256) !important;border: 4px solid rgb(65, 160, 65);border-width: 4px 0 1px 0;margin: 10px 30px !important;padding: 5px;overflow: hidden !important;zoom: 1;}.onion_embed img {border: 0 !important;}.onion_embed a {display: inline;}.onion_embed a.img {float: left !important;margin: 0 5px 0 0 !important;width: 66px;display: block;overflow: hidden !important;}.onion_embed a.img img {border: 1px solid #222 !important;;width: 64px;;padding: 0 !important;;}.onion_embed h2 {line-height: 2px;;clear: none;;margin: 0 !important;padding: 0 !important;}.onion_embed h3 {line-height: 16px;font: bold 16px arial, sans-serif !important;margin: 3px 0 0 0 !important;padding: 0 !important;}.onion_embed h3 a {line-height: 16px !important;;color: rgb(0, 51, 102) !important;font: bold 16px arial, sans-serif !important;text-decoration: none !important;display: inline !important;;float: none !important;;text-transform: capitalize !important;}.onion_embed h3 a:hover {text-decoration: underline !important;color: rgb(204, 51, 51) !important;}.onion_embed p {color: #000 !important;;font: normal 11px/ 11px arial, sans-serif !important;;margin: 2px 0 0 0 !important;;padding: 0 !important;}.onion_embed a {display: inline !important;;float: none !important;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;img src="http://statistics.theonion.com/b/ss/theonionprod/1/H.6--NS/1234567?pe=lnk_d&amp;amp;pev2=Daddy%20Put%20In%20Bye-Bye%20Box&amp;amp;pev1=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.theonion.com%2Fcontent%2Fnews%2Fdaddy_put_in_bye_bye_box%3Futm_source%3DDistributed%26utm_medium%3DEmbedded%252BHTML%26utm_campaign%3DWidgets" style="display: none;" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-509796229561434922?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/509796229561434922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=509796229561434922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/509796229561434922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/509796229561434922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2008/03/saddest-onion-article.html' title='saddest Onion article'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-6072687151961352526</id><published>2008-03-14T23:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T23:43:19.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>books.</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, I am a reader. Have been since elementary school, when I would hide under the covers and read every Babysitter's Club, Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys and Boxcar Children book. Every one. I love reading, and I keep an active wishlist on Amazon that is basically my lifetime reading list. I tend to read several books at once as my attention span and patience only goes so far. Now, that is not to say that I haven't read books continuously, all the way through. I have. The most recent example is "In the Heart of the Sea," by Nathaniel Philbrick. But I think we've talked about that book already. Another one that we talked about was "The Dead Beat," about obituaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what I am currently reading, in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Three Cups of Tea" -- reading this as part of the Community Seminar at the school where I am student-teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Undaunted Courage" -- to gain insight into the Lewis and Clark expedition, which I was planning to teach, but my cooperating teacher taught instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Flags of Our Fathers" -- borrowed from the social studies department for lack of books to entertain me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "London: A Biography" -- very good book told from interesting perspectives. A work in progress. Very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Holocaust" -- by Martin Gilbert. very good. very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Harry Potter" -- don't remember which one. The fourth? It's by my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "The People's History of the United States" -- now more than ever, supplementary material for lesson plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the books I've most recently cracked open. This doesn't include the books back in South Carolina, on the shelves, waiting to be finished. Including David McCullough's "John Adams," which I started reading six years ago, freshman year. I'm about 2/3 of the way through that one. There is an HBO mini-series based on that book right now. So it's been that long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-6072687151961352526?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/6072687151961352526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=6072687151961352526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/6072687151961352526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/6072687151961352526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2008/03/books.html' title='books.'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-7303070606389530617</id><published>2008-03-10T00:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T00:51:48.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE this song.</title><content type='html'>SO romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in a sappy mood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r4igbsU1kZc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r4igbsU1kZc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-7303070606389530617?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/7303070606389530617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=7303070606389530617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/7303070606389530617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/7303070606389530617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-love-this-song.html' title='I LOVE this song.'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-1233112350462137447</id><published>2008-03-09T18:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T19:00:19.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What American accent do YOU have?</title><content type='html'>So I was searching for an online site to give Web quizzes (Survey Monkey? QuizYourFriend?) for my students, and I stumbled upon this little gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What American accent do you have?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;The Midland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 80%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;"You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent."  You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas.  You have a good voice for TV and radio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;The Inland North&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 70%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;The South&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 65%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;The West&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 53%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;The Northeast&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 52%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 47%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Boston&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 19%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;North Central&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 15%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_american_accent_do_you_have"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What American accent do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-1233112350462137447?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/1233112350462137447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=1233112350462137447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/1233112350462137447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/1233112350462137447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-american-accent-do-you-have.html' title='What American accent do YOU have?'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-5024113432303751022</id><published>2008-02-27T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:39:14.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate love</title><content type='html'>Stolen from J. Christina. But just had to share with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tr4n6z4Fzw8&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tr4n6z4Fzw8&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-5024113432303751022?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/5024113432303751022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=5024113432303751022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/5024113432303751022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/5024113432303751022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2008/02/chocolate-love.html' title='chocolate love'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-1675212849006109973</id><published>2008-02-24T10:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T10:51:53.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>February break 2008 reflected</title><content type='html'>I liked this break. I needed it. And now, on the Sunday before school starts again and I face the teenagers again, I feel like I'm ready to go back. I've seen and experienced new things. I've re-energized myself and I feel refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a little recreational reading -- always good for the body and mind -- and relaxed. Caught up on sleep. Had time to get out! It was good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-1675212849006109973?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/1675212849006109973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=1675212849006109973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/1675212849006109973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/1675212849006109973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2008/02/february-break-2008-reflected.html' title='February break 2008 reflected'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-5669765580396346630</id><published>2008-02-24T10:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T10:49:18.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to London (or London 2008) post 4</title><content type='html'>In the end, I'm glad I lived dangerously and made a trip back to London. I saw some sights that I didn't know were important or noteworthy, but after two classes in British history, I saw the error of my ways and saw things more clearly and with more appreciation this time around. I walked around Brick Lane, I saw Whitechapel in a different light. I watched British TV, which I didn't have before. So it was a good trip. Enlightening, exhilarating and refreshing. Wanderlust sated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-5669765580396346630?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/5669765580396346630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=5669765580396346630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/5669765580396346630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/5669765580396346630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-to-london-or-london-2008-post-4.html' title='Back to London (or London 2008) post 4'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-5780078465691932602</id><published>2008-02-24T10:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T10:45:22.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to London (or London 2008) post 3</title><content type='html'>I wrote the following on the plane. I knew it was going to snow heavily on Friday, when I was supposed to land in Boston, so I was anticipating a delay, but there wasn't. But the troubles began on route, around Nova Scotia/Maine, when the captain first mentioned that there was snow in Boston. So this is what I wrote toward the end of the plane ride. Note that we were supposed to arrive in Boston around 5:20 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 5:25 Eastern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain has been announcing that there is very little visibility (1/2 mile) in Boston and that we are being held at a location about 30 minutes north of the city and are in line to land because there is quite a line. Now, the captain has announced that Boston Logan is closed and we are first in line to land when it opens. We are now waiting for the airport to close. We are supposed to be on the ground right now. He said that we have "plenty of time" to wait -- I'm guessing he's referring to fuel -- but I'm sure there are people who are making connections and whatnot, so this does not bode well for them. On the other hand, the airport is closed right now, so no planes are going or leaving. Fun times. On the other hand, it's at least good that we're in the air, not in London, where we would've been stuck until god knows how long. On the other hand, under what circumstances would we need to divert to another airport so that we won't run out of fuel? I mean, we've been in the air for about eight hours now. Turning off laptop and continue to read "Undaunted Courage" by Stephen Ambrose. I can feel that plane descending. Good sign? 5:32 Eastern.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-5780078465691932602?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/5780078465691932602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=5780078465691932602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/5780078465691932602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/5780078465691932602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-to-london-or-london-2008-post-3.html' title='Back to London (or London 2008) post 3'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-3441165947810693366</id><published>2008-02-24T10:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T10:42:47.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to London (or London 2008) post 2</title><content type='html'>First of all, Virgin Atlantic is amazing. The flight attendants were friendly. We had a choice of wines for dinner (even in economy) free of charge. They gave out these flight packets that had an eye mask, socks, toothbrush and toothpaste. Its safety procedures video is actually a little cartoon animation, so it was fun. I'm not sure whether it'll be fun after the initial newness wears off, but it was cool. Customs went smoothly, as did the journey to the hotel. I had been debating whether to go directly to Leicester Square from the airport because I wasn't sure I had enough time to make it to the hotel, which was in Bayswater, in time to also make it to the TKTS booth to buy some rush tickets for that night (Wednesday). I actually got there in time to buy and eat breakfast. And the line wasn't that long anyway, seeing as how it was around freezing. But I won't bore you with details. I'll attempt to tell the story with photos and videos. I actually took a few video clips, but there is no sound. But it should tell the story just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R8GOdnnVZeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3Ta9S34Z9ls/s1600-h/P2190010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R8GOdnnVZeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3Ta9S34Z9ls/s320/P2190010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170570486699353570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* So this is how far consumerism has gone. There is an iPod vending machine at the international terminal at Logan Airport. It's crazy. I think there was a guy who was actually buying things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R8GOeHnVZfI/AAAAAAAAAEw/lh8r00Qk1IE/s1600-h/P2210079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R8GOeHnVZfI/AAAAAAAAAEw/lh8r00Qk1IE/s320/P2210079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170570495289288178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Ruins of the London Wall that used to surround the city. One of the many things on my list of things to see that I didn't get to the last time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R8GOeXnVZgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Y171AVrbubI/s1600-h/P2210062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R8GOeXnVZgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Y171AVrbubI/s320/P2210062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170570499584255490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* I've also been wanting to get a photos of just how far that "gap" is at Bank, which has a curved platform, so the gap is definitely more noticeable and scarier. Note where the doors (red) are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R8GOennVZhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WcDQyf-HYEA/s1600-h/P2200026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R8GOennVZhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WcDQyf-HYEA/s320/P2200026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170570503879222802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Also stood in queue for cheap theater tickets. Saw Gilbert and Sullivan's "Pirates of Penzance." Very funny, even though I felt asleep. It was the night I got in town. I was exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R8GOfHnVZiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FmLkfd8w--M/s1600-h/P2210047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R8GOfHnVZiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FmLkfd8w--M/s320/P2210047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170570512469157410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Also wanted to see Monument, the memorial to the Great Fire of 1666. I didn't know what the "monument' was for the last time I was there until it was too late. But this time, it was closed until next year because of restoration work. But I saw this plaque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw Sarah Chang in concert, where she played Shostakovich's first violin concerto. There were so many Koreans at the concert that night. But she was really good, especially in the scherzo and passacaglia. Anyway, lots of curtain calls. Afterward, she signed copies of her new CD and also some programs. I don't have good pictures from the concert. Just a video of the curtain call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-3441165947810693366?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/3441165947810693366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=3441165947810693366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/3441165947810693366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/3441165947810693366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-to-london-or-london-2008-post-2.html' title='Back to London (or London 2008) post 2'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R8GOdnnVZeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3Ta9S34Z9ls/s72-c/P2190010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-2586936987563713049</id><published>2008-02-24T10:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T10:18:50.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to London (or London 2008) post 1</title><content type='html'>So, on a whim, I bought plane tickets to London. Now, let me qualify. There wasn't a need to "get away" from "someone." Or "something." Recently, I've been feeling claustrophobic. I needed to get out of the country. Fulfill my wanderlust and see what's out there. So Montreal happened. But even after booking Montreal hotel rooms, I still felt restless. I began to look for plane tickets. Anywhere that I would be able to make a case to the parents, even though they did say (when I finally told them about said wanderlust) that I'm too old for them to tell me what to do. (YES! dance with joy. There IS life out there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had in mind a few places. A cruise, perhaps, to the Bahamas? Sydney, Australia? New Zealand? In the end, I checked prices for a cruise (nothing. well, it IS the winter) and Sydney ($3,000 for just the flight! well, it is summer there.) I also checked flights for London. I've been wanting to return, and if the price is right, it seems like this might be as good a time as any. It's not bad. I found plane tickets on Virgin Atlantic on Student Universe for less than what I paid two and a half years ago, and back then, I bought those tickets literally three months in advance. This time, I got it a week and a half before the flight. So it's really happening. Hotel costs actually isn't bad at all. I found a hotel from STA Travel that, for two nights, costs less than what some hotels charge for one. So I will leave Boston on Feb. 19, arrive in London at 7:15 a.m. Wednesday and leave London around 2:40 on Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-2586936987563713049?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/2586936987563713049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=2586936987563713049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/2586936987563713049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/2586936987563713049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-to-london-or-london-2008-post-1.html' title='Back to London (or London 2008) post 1'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-6638089295145841253</id><published>2008-02-24T09:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T10:18:02.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Montreal photos/video -- Montreal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R8GHAHnVZaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/oudJ-56uVYk/s1600-h/P2170140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R8GHAHnVZaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/oudJ-56uVYk/s320/P2170140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170562283311818146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* this is part of the Montreal skyline on the way out of the city. Didn't make it to Mount Royal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R8GHAXnVZbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GKUqde_FRRM/s1600-h/P2170048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R8GHAXnVZbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GKUqde_FRRM/s320/P2170048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170562287606785458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Complexe Desjardins, part of the underground city that's basically a huge mall, where the hotel was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R8GHBHnVZcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/TioqGRgczrw/s1600-h/P2170084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R8GHBHnVZcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/TioqGRgczrw/s320/P2170084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170562300491687362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* a real, live porcupine! at the Biodome, where the Montreal Olympic park is converted into four ecosystems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-21cc5be08c6f47f9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D21cc5be08c6f47f9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331686754%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49E6856AEBEB7820E4D4B2E16015F24B55F0EA08.2C734266DABDD3B55DA29449BCD5C62565474289%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D21cc5be08c6f47f9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3ekzmho--Lgrjafv9b-bypDkvuI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D21cc5be08c6f47f9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331686754%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49E6856AEBEB7820E4D4B2E16015F24B55F0EA08.2C734266DABDD3B55DA29449BCD5C62565474289%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D21cc5be08c6f47f9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3ekzmho--Lgrjafv9b-bypDkvuI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;* video of real penguins! swimming! at the Biodome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R8GHBnnVZdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/v98oOL7rDHI/s1600-h/P2170039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R8GHBnnVZdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/v98oOL7rDHI/s320/P2170039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170562309081621970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Notre Dame Basilica. Really crazy, huh? Too bad they made us sit through 30 minutes of pointless, bad acting in the guise of informational video/light show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-6638089295145841253?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=21cc5be08c6f47f9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/6638089295145841253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=6638089295145841253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/6638089295145841253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/6638089295145841253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2008/02/montreal-photosvideo-montreal.html' title='Montreal photos/video -- Montreal!'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R8GHAHnVZaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/oudJ-56uVYk/s72-c/P2170140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-315643882196813162</id><published>2008-02-18T21:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T09:52:57.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Montreal trip photos -- Burlington, VT</title><content type='html'>Went to Montreal Saturday and Sunday. Stopped at Burlington, VT, for lunch on the way up. The SURPRISE was that I didn't know Lake Champlain was RIGHT THERE even though my cooperating teacher mentioned in a class that he learned to scuba dive in Lake Champlain in college. It was GORGEOUS. So clear, pristine. Anyway. Pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R8GEhXnVZYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RtyToHmjfDg/s1600-h/P2160004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R8GEhXnVZYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RtyToHmjfDg/s320/P2160004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170559556007585154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R8GEhnnVZZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DH_u2k-_Z_E/s1600-h/P2160010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R8GEhnnVZZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DH_u2k-_Z_E/s320/P2160010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170559560302552466" 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/10113213-315643882196813162?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/315643882196813162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=315643882196813162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/315643882196813162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/315643882196813162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2008/02/montreal-trip-photos-burlington-vt.html' title='Montreal trip photos -- Burlington, VT'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R8GEhXnVZYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RtyToHmjfDg/s72-c/P2160004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-695896854716063741</id><published>2008-02-11T01:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T01:25:45.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It ain't in PA</title><content type='html'>I saw this on one of my flights hither and yonder this past year and just now scanned it in. This is from the US Airways in-flight magazine for September 2007. Note where they put the pin for Syracuse, NY. It not only illustrates the need to know geography, but a need for COPY EDITORS. Hurrah. Click to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R6_pZXnVZXI/AAAAAAAAADw/HXKq-9gokws/s1600-h/Syracuse+map+enlarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R6_pZXnVZXI/AAAAAAAAADw/HXKq-9gokws/s400/Syracuse+map+enlarge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165603919662245234" 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/10113213-695896854716063741?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/695896854716063741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=695896854716063741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/695896854716063741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/695896854716063741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-aint-in-pa.html' title='It ain&apos;t in PA'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R6_pZXnVZXI/AAAAAAAAADw/HXKq-9gokws/s72-c/Syracuse+map+enlarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-4921827440200469576</id><published>2008-01-26T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T20:10:45.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new drinking game!</title><content type='html'>Every time anyone on CNN says "the best political team on television," take a shot. Every time Wolf Blitzer says it, two shots. Play this on any election night, and you'll get wasted by the time all the votes are counted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slate magazine agrees with me that &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2181779"&gt;this little slogan of CNN's is ridiculous&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-4921827440200469576?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/4921827440200469576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=4921827440200469576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/4921827440200469576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/4921827440200469576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-drinking-game.html' title='new drinking game!'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-6510263177180733727</id><published>2008-01-22T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:47:00.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so here's something creepy ...</title><content type='html'>and really coincidental ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mere three hours ago or so I was reading a story in the San Francisco Chronicle about the debate raging over the Associated Press' pre-written obit for &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005453/"&gt;Britney Spear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005453/"&gt;s&lt;/a&gt;. Now, a lot of newspapers pre-write obits; this is no secret. But most write them for old people of renown in the region or nation, whatever the coverage area is. You get the idea. VERY FEW -- and I would say almost none -- write obits for really young people. But apparently the AP feels there is a need to be prepared as it was NOT when &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/find?s=nm&amp;amp;q=Anna+Nichole+Smith&amp;amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=0"&gt;Anna Nicole Smith&lt;/a&gt; died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, I think it's a good call to be prepared no matter who you're obitting (is that a word?), but I also have concerns about how you would go about choosing "disturbed celebrities" who might die. By pre-writing their obits, is the paper pegging the person as a danger to oneself or others? Would that lead to a self-fulfilling prophecy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story about the raging debate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/c/a/2008/01/22/MNM2UILKO.DTL" target="_blank"&gt; http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin&lt;wbr&gt;/article.cgi?file=/c/a/2008/01&lt;wbr&gt;/22/MNM2UILKO.DTL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, what's creepy is that three hours after I read that story about the big debate about the Britney obit, I read that &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005132/"&gt;Heath Ledger&lt;/a&gt; had died at age 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the obit: &lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/news/la-na-ledger23jan23,0,2214665.story?coll=la-home-center" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/news/la-na-ledger23jan23,0,2214665.story?coll=la-home-center&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-6510263177180733727?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/6510263177180733727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=6510263177180733727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/6510263177180733727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/6510263177180733727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-heres-something-creepy.html' title='so here&apos;s something creepy ...'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-1661900578551217130</id><published>2008-01-22T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:11:46.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>painting</title><content type='html'>I feel an urge to paint. I think I'm going to start painting this week. Acrylics on canvas, probably. Abstract, most likely. Just dabbing on paint as the mood fits me. These urges to paint/draw come and go, and I haven't had one since London, when I bought a sketch book. But it is time to go back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-1661900578551217130?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/1661900578551217130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=1661900578551217130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/1661900578551217130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/1661900578551217130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2008/01/painting.html' title='painting'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-3211590802377552548</id><published>2008-01-21T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T11:16:30.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Barack Obama meets SF Chron editorial board</title><content type='html'>So I've tried to avoid bringing politics to my blog, but I think this one is interesting because this is the first time I've come across video of a meeting between an editorial board and a 2008 presidential candidate. I know that Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama met with the Des Moines Register board before its endorsement, but I didn't see a video of it. In any case, I'm not saying that there aren't video of other editorial board meetings with candidates; this is the first one I've personally come across. And I don't know why I put in so many qualifiers just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Members of the San Francisco Chronicle editorial board met Obama the Thursday before the Nevada caucuses. They talked about experience, policy, "internal fortitude," race relations in the United States, etc. The sound is a bit low because the board didn't have mics; it's about 50 minutes. (And I don't know how to resize that video player.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.brightcove.tv/playerswf" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="initVideoId=1381682549&amp;amp;servicesURL=http://www.brightcove.tv&amp;amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://www.brightcove.tv&amp;amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;amp;autoStart=false" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="bcPlayer" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swliveconnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" height="412" width="486"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-3211590802377552548?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/3211590802377552548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=3211590802377552548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/3211590802377552548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/3211590802377552548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2008/01/barack-obama-meets-sf-chron-editorial.html' title='Barack Obama meets SF Chron editorial board'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-1387871975544462392</id><published>2008-01-06T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T12:53:45.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarkozy to wed Bruni</title><content type='html'>So The Associated Press is reporting that &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/europe/01/06/france.sarkozy.ap/index.html?iref=mpst"&gt;French President Sarkozy&lt;/a&gt; (is he a modelizer?) is engaged to be married to his girlfriend Carla Bruni next month. They've been dating for only about a month. Isn't it a bit soon? And he just get divorced? I'm not raising this question in terms of morality -- I'm raising this question in terms of practicality -- shouldn't they see each other more before they decide? Anyway. I have my doubts. And his approval ratings are dropping as the economic situation decreases. Link to &lt;a href="http://www.lejdd.fr/cmc/societe/20081/sarkozy-bruni-mariage-imminent_83915.html"&gt;Le Journal du Dimanche&lt;/a&gt;'s story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT: I embedded the links because they ran off the page.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-1387871975544462392?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/1387871975544462392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=1387871975544462392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/1387871975544462392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/1387871975544462392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2008/01/sakozy-to-wed-bruni.html' title='Sarkozy to wed Bruni'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-1311725659249480762</id><published>2008-01-06T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T12:50:49.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>grammar is important!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R4O387Fm-bI/AAAAAAAAADo/SfZYqiaJXuA/s1600-h/donuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R4O387Fm-bI/AAAAAAAAADo/SfZYqiaJXuA/s320/donuts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153164655923231154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy geez. There is more here: http://www.themishmash.com/2008/01/flunked-signs-y.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R4E5BrFm-ZI/AAAAAAAAADU/dtF18VOi-Dc/s1600-h/donuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-1311725659249480762?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/1311725659249480762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=1311725659249480762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/1311725659249480762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/1311725659249480762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2008/01/grammar-is-important.html' title='grammar is important!'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R4O387Fm-bI/AAAAAAAAADo/SfZYqiaJXuA/s72-c/donuts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-677040412150670793</id><published>2008-01-03T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T10:59:11.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my very first vote!</title><content type='html'>I cast my very first vote (ever!) today. It was for the South Carolina Democratic primary. yay! I should've gotten them to make a copy of it for me. So exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-677040412150670793?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/677040412150670793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=677040412150670793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/677040412150670793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/677040412150670793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-very-first-vote.html' title='my very first vote!'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-6936133920142009714</id><published>2008-01-01T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T01:27:54.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2008!</title><content type='html'>Happy 2008, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Keep a daily journal of: things I ate, things to do and things I bought. Hopefully this will help me eat healthier, procrastinate less and control spending. I need specific goals and expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. graduate with a master's degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. pass the MTEL and MELA-O test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. find a long-term job so I will no longer be just an intern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four goals. Very simple. And very achievable. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-6936133920142009714?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/6936133920142009714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=6936133920142009714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/6936133920142009714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/6936133920142009714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008!'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-1379894568817893215</id><published>2007-12-31T08:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T08:39:34.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>let's review! resolutions 2006!</title><content type='html'>So I was reading these resolutions, and I found it hard to believe that I actually wrote them. The prose doesn't sound like mine, yet these all make sense, so a little gnome hadn't been writing it for me. So there you go. Let's do a quick review, shall we?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eat more vegetables.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;OK. This happened. Kinda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. To aid the first resolution, I bought a cookbook so I can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;make new foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I don't know what cookbook that was. But I do have another one, and I've been trying things out of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Write papers and finish projects AT LEAST one day in advance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;PFFFFT. Yeah, right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shred all papers with sensitive information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Yup. Although I probably don't do it as often as I should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. As a result of No. 3, I will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;get better grades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;eh. the spring semester was good, but the fall was just OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Learn how to vibrato &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on my cello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;That kinda happened. I played "Allegro" on my cello with vibrato at the spring concert, but my new cello teacher and I didn't continue with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Play a real piece &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on the cello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I'm on my way. Almost done with Suzuki Book 1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motivate thyself to do as you plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. For example, tonight, because of my crappy day, I just wanted to go home and sleep. What did I do? I checked the news, replied to e-mail, made guacamole and called James. And decided to write my resolutions after reading Albert's on Facebook, the death knell to all tasks productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Yeah ... I still get depressed and decide to sleep it off or something similar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pass the MTEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I actually completely forgot about the MTEL until this fall. So it obviously didn't happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pass other qualifying exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; needed to get out of grad school by next spring other than the inquiry paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I trained for the MELA-O, but I don't have the results of my exam yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-1379894568817893215?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/1379894568817893215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=1379894568817893215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/1379894568817893215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/1379894568817893215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/12/lets-review-resolutions-2006.html' title='let&apos;s review! resolutions 2006!'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-2867727710519068412</id><published>2007-12-13T04:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T04:20:32.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is me right now.</title><content type='html'>I got it from here: http://www.campusgrotto.com/the-all-nighter.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R2D5TO2gYjI/AAAAAAAAACo/lhy5QlZtgzA/s1600-h/all-nighter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R2D5TO2gYjI/AAAAAAAAACo/lhy5QlZtgzA/s400/all-nighter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143384883256648242" 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/10113213-2867727710519068412?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/2867727710519068412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=2867727710519068412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/2867727710519068412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/2867727710519068412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-me-right-now.html' title='this is me right now.'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R2D5TO2gYjI/AAAAAAAAACo/lhy5QlZtgzA/s72-c/all-nighter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-4305182205183458364</id><published>2007-12-11T04:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T05:03:16.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the mid-week report</title><content type='html'>I am officially behind schedule. I blame Ted and his amusing antics. But seriously, though, this is not good. I spent waaaay too much time on the "learning from students" assignment. There was no page minimum or maximum, but the "model" paper the prof. gave us was five pages. Mine is seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the next thing on the list is the oral history project, which I've been putting off since I actually completed the interviews, which was a feat in itself seeing as how avoiding having to interview people is one reason I got out of reporting in the first place. But I digress. A few moments ago, in a case of brain fart, I thought I could actually pull this off and finish my awesome unit plan Thursday night/all day Friday ... but it dawned on me that NO. It MUST be done Thursday because I have to go to school on Friday. So that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R15gLu2gYiI/AAAAAAAAACg/wBwTA7balAE/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R15gLu2gYiI/AAAAAAAAACg/wBwTA7balAE/s320/scan0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142653579175158306" 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/10113213-4305182205183458364?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/4305182205183458364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=4305182205183458364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/4305182205183458364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/4305182205183458364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/12/mid-week-report.html' title='the mid-week report'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R15gLu2gYiI/AAAAAAAAACg/wBwTA7balAE/s72-c/scan0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-770022500803005867</id><published>2007-12-10T20:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T20:53:23.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyonce has hit a new low</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/SKwGjXbwpUs" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/SKwGjXbwpUs" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, let me just say that I like Beyonce just fine. I liked her much better when she was in Destiny's Child, but she's still OK in my book. With that said, what the hell is she doing shilling for DirecTV!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever her old low was, this was below that. This HD DirecTV commercial is so bad. The worst part is in the beginning when she bends down and says "and let me upgrade YOU to the best channels in HD." What is that supposed to even mean?! And the "upgrade" necklace? Shudder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-770022500803005867?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/770022500803005867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=770022500803005867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/770022500803005867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/770022500803005867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/12/beyonce-has-hit-new-low.html' title='Beyonce has hit a new low'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-3867370970958693835</id><published>2007-12-10T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T20:08:14.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roomba!</title><content type='html'>I LOVE Roombas. And I've been wanting one for at least a year. I got my mom a Roomba. And now I have a Roomba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone, meet Ted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R13isO2gYgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CReird3fySk/s1600-h/PC110008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R13isO2gYgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CReird3fySk/s200/PC110008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142515599055806978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at Ted go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R13is-2gYhI/AAAAAAAAACY/l28gQRg-0xU/s1600-h/PC110003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R13is-2gYhI/AAAAAAAAACY/l28gQRg-0xU/s200/PC110003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142515611940708882" 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/10113213-3867370970958693835?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/3867370970958693835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=3867370970958693835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/3867370970958693835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/3867370970958693835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/12/roomba.html' title='Roomba!'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R13isO2gYgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CReird3fySk/s72-c/PC110008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-9187921968604545823</id><published>2007-12-09T22:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T22:17:23.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is it. this is the decision. and I still don't know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R1yvQO2gYdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bbnhrlBUXm0/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R1yvQO2gYdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bbnhrlBUXm0/s400/scan0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142177567949742546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer needed by tomorrow. drafted acceptance letter. too scared, too undecided, too unsure to send it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-9187921968604545823?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/9187921968604545823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=9187921968604545823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/9187921968604545823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/9187921968604545823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-it-this-is-decision-and-i-still.html' title='this is it. this is the decision. and I still don&apos;t know.'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R1yvQO2gYdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bbnhrlBUXm0/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-8800822613672314543</id><published>2007-12-04T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T19:24:00.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>semi-annual things to do</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year again ... crunch time! And here is a list I just wrote and posted to my wall of assignments or projects I need to complete on or before Wednesday, Dec. 12, with a few exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 10-day history unit plan (general outline completed)&lt;br /&gt;* oral history project (interviews conducted)&lt;br /&gt;* learning from students (interviews conducted)&lt;br /&gt;* SIT summary (seminar attended)&lt;br /&gt;* focused observation (a little screwed there)&lt;br /&gt;* MELA-O certification observation No. 1&lt;br /&gt;* MELA-O certification observation No. 2&lt;br /&gt;* history final essay drafts&lt;br /&gt;* finish reading for history&lt;br /&gt;* buy thank-you plant (Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;* Christmas presents (not sure when that's going to happen)&lt;br /&gt;* journal No. 9 -- focused observation summary&lt;br /&gt;* journal No. 10 -- pre-prac experience eval&lt;br /&gt;* organize portfolio&lt;br /&gt;* thank you note for MELA-O coordinator&lt;br /&gt;* Christmas cards????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think that it just LOOKS bad. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-8800822613672314543?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/8800822613672314543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=8800822613672314543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/8800822613672314543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/8800822613672314543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/12/semi-annual-things-to-do.html' title='semi-annual things to do'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-4528773622692027236</id><published>2007-11-22T02:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T02:13:29.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>photos from Miami -- Manatee mailboxes</title><content type='html'>While in Miami, I took a jaunt to Key West. On the way there, I stopped by Sombrero Beach. The windy road that led up to it was lined with expensive-looking beach houses -- and several of them had these awesome mailboxes. I took some photos on the way back. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R0Ur94MCpCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dqGuSbxndgo/s1600-h/P7300267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R0Ur94MCpCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dqGuSbxndgo/s320/P7300267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135559292140823586" 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/10113213-4528773622692027236?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/4528773622692027236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=4528773622692027236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/4528773622692027236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/4528773622692027236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/11/photos-from-miami-manatee-mailboxes.html' title='photos from Miami -- Manatee mailboxes'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R0Ur94MCpCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dqGuSbxndgo/s72-c/P7300267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-4211114363304228267</id><published>2007-11-21T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T09:37:02.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yorkshire pudding party!</title><content type='html'>Some time last week, I made &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yorkshire_pudding"&gt;Yorkshire puddings&lt;/a&gt; because I've been craving it. It's simple, really. Some milk, eggs, flour and salt. Mix it all together. Let it sit for an hour. Bake in super-hot muffin pan with hot oil. The Brits eat it with gravy with their Sunday roast, but I drizzled it with honey. Yum. And this is one of the reasons why I switched back to Blogger. I have photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R0RB0YMCpAI/AAAAAAAAABA/kGZtbA6Movk/s1600-h/Yorkshire+pudding+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R0RB0YMCpAI/AAAAAAAAABA/kGZtbA6Movk/s320/Yorkshire+pudding+5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135301843211166722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R0RB1IMCpBI/AAAAAAAAABI/WUc-pDmayAA/s1600-h/Yorkshire+pudding+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R0RB1IMCpBI/AAAAAAAAABI/WUc-pDmayAA/s320/Yorkshire+pudding+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135301856096068626" 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/10113213-4211114363304228267?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/4211114363304228267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=4211114363304228267&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/4211114363304228267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/4211114363304228267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/11/yorkshire-pudding-party.html' title='Yorkshire pudding party!'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0O76peg7k5A/R0RB0YMCpAI/AAAAAAAAABA/kGZtbA6Movk/s72-c/Yorkshire+pudding+5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-5809848182502214808</id><published>2007-11-20T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T21:11:00.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Back to Blogger. Spent the last two hours manually transferring my posts from WordPress. Hopefully I can post photos properly now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-5809848182502214808?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/5809848182502214808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=5809848182502214808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/5809848182502214808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/5809848182502214808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-6244312805455044638</id><published>2007-11-20T07:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:58:40.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another kink in the ball of yarn</title><content type='html'>or some idiom like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call Monday afternoon as I was peacefully napping in preparation for my paper extravaganza (which is what I should be doing right now ... I'm almost halfway there!). It is the Boston Globe, telling me that they would like to interview me. When would I be available for two rounds of interviews with three different people? This is the moment I have been waiting for for so long. I've applied to the Globe two years before to no success, so I should be jubilant, right? But this just throws another wrench into the LIFE CRISIS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-6244312805455044638?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/6244312805455044638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=6244312805455044638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/6244312805455044638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/6244312805455044638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-kink-in-ball-of-yarn.html' title='another kink in the ball of yarn'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-4555694035863547810</id><published>2007-11-17T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:58:37.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life. CRISIS.</title><content type='html'>I am going through a minor life crisis right now that will culminate in a MAJOR LIFE CRISIS in March. I can't go into too much detail right now because I have a crapload of stuff to do (including worrying about said life crises), but it is about my &lt;strong&gt;fork in the road&lt;/strong&gt; and the way I &lt;strong&gt;screwed myself over&lt;/strong&gt; despite specific attempts not to. I might have burned one or two bridges with more to come. But I'll have to elaborate later. Just wanted to let you all know that I have been in emotional and personal turmoil daily for the past week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-4555694035863547810?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/4555694035863547810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=4555694035863547810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/4555694035863547810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/4555694035863547810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-crisis.html' title='life. CRISIS.'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-1519143325600927668</id><published>2007-11-13T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:59:20.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>test photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://inthiscorner.wordpress.com/files/2007/11/jellyfish.jpg" alt="jellyfish" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-1519143325600927668?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/1519143325600927668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=1519143325600927668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/1519143325600927668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/1519143325600927668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/11/test-photo.html' title='test photo'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-380627263307814522</id><published>2007-10-30T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:58:27.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Gear -- a tiny, tiny car!</title><content type='html'>So "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Top_Gear_%28current_format%29"&gt;Top Gear&lt;/a&gt;" is one of my favorite shows. It's three British guys talking about cars and test-driving cars -- old, new, cheap, expensive (mostly expensive) -- they race them, they build them, they re-build them. They invite celebrities to come and drive around their racetrack and get timed and get their times listed on the celebrities board. It's pretty awesome. This is a segment from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[youtube=http://youtube.com/watch?v=HYtro7PnBA8]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-380627263307814522?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/380627263307814522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=380627263307814522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/380627263307814522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/380627263307814522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/10/top-gear-tiny-tiny-car.html' title='Top Gear -- a tiny, tiny car!'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-4275687676495409127</id><published>2007-10-20T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:58:25.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this little girl is too cute! (and "Britain's Got Talent")</title><content type='html'>So I've been watching old American Idol clips on YouTube, and this little gem popped up on the sidebar. Connie Talbot, a 6-year-old, totally impressed Simon Cowell on "Britain's Got Talent" when she sang "Somewhere Over the Rainbow." He said she was "pitch perfect." And anyway, there's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ant_%26_Dec" target="_blank"&gt;Ant and Dec&lt;/a&gt;, who are pretty famous in Britain. Imagine competing against a 6-year-old. I've known there was a "Britain's Got Talent," but I've never looked into it, and it seems like that was a mistake on my part. Paul Potts, the guy who eventually won, sang operas and was pretty good. He's got amazing, but he's not bad. Videos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QWNoiVrJDsE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the semi-finals:&lt;br /&gt;[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWyile34-Hg]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the finals:&lt;br /&gt;[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7Uhgm5Ox9Q]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The competition, Paul Potts, singing "Nessun Dorma:"&lt;br /&gt;[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1k08yxu57NA&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K_5W4t_CBzg]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-4275687676495409127?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/4275687676495409127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=4275687676495409127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/4275687676495409127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/4275687676495409127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-little-girl-is-too-cute-and.html' title='this little girl is too cute! (and &quot;Britain&apos;s Got Talent&quot;)'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-5927121597173780670</id><published>2007-10-15T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:58:23.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephen Colbert takes over for Maureen Dowd</title><content type='html'>Stephen Colbert of the &lt;a href="http://www.comedycentral.com/shows/the_colbert_report/index.jhtml" target="_blank"&gt;Colbert Report&lt;/a&gt; -- and fellow South Carolinian (woo!) &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/10/14/opinion/14dowd.html?ex=1350014400&amp;amp;en=d01aa8aa6034f85f&amp;amp;ei=5124&amp;amp;partner=digg&amp;amp;exprod=digg" target="_blank"&gt;wrote an op-ed column&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/ref/opinion/DOWD-BIO.html" target="_blank"&gt;Maureen Dowd&lt;/a&gt; this week. Even though I'm not a big fan of his show, the column is pretty amusing. This is my favorite bit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Second, winning the Nobel Prize does not automatically qualify you to be commander in chief. I think George Bush has proved definitively that to be president, you don’t need to care about science, literature or peace. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-5927121597173780670?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/5927121597173780670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=5927121597173780670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/5927121597173780670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/5927121597173780670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/10/stephen-colbert-takes-over-for-maureen.html' title='Stephen Colbert takes over for Maureen Dowd'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-1515415716359081711</id><published>2007-10-11T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:58:20.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>story of a failure on Japan's welfare system</title><content type='html'>This story is from The New York Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/10/12/world/asia/12japan.html?_r=1&amp;amp;hp&amp;amp;oref=slogin" target="_blank"&gt; http://www.nytimes.com/2007/10/12/world/asia/12japan.html?_r=1&amp;amp;hp&amp;amp;oref=slogin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man who starved to death after his town's welfare system cut him off from benefits was found in his home. He dreamed of eating rice balls. His last diary entry read: “My belly’s empty. I want to eat a rice ball. I haven’t eaten rice in 25 days.” His town, Kitakyushu, has a welfare system that was touted to be the model, but this man's story was not the first. Two others preceded him in the last three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the second page, where the reporter wrote the neighbors' reactions. This one jumped out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“He may have starved to death, but I believe he reaped what he sowed,” Mr. Kita said. “He was still young, so he could have taken on any job to feed himself.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. Kita — who had once seen corpses in his job as a general contractor — had guessed from the stench that his neighbor had died. He had watched swallows fly out of the broken house with greenbottle flies in their beaks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-1515415716359081711?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/1515415716359081711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=1515415716359081711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/1515415716359081711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/1515415716359081711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/10/story-of-failure-on-japans-welfare.html' title='story of a failure on Japan&apos;s welfare system'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-2406725207698258779</id><published>2007-10-10T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:58:18.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ketchup fried rice</title><content type='html'>So this might SOUND disgusting and weird, but it is REALLY good and very simple to make. My mom made this a couple of times, and I've made it several times. It's filling, especially if you add stuff to it. I like corn. You might prefer shrimp or pork or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketchup Fried Rice&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;cooked rice&lt;br /&gt;ketchup&lt;br /&gt;salt&lt;br /&gt;pepper&lt;br /&gt;oil&lt;br /&gt;optional: canned sweet corn, shrimp or a meat of your choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROCEDURE:&lt;br /&gt;* Cook the rice according to instructions or taste. I, being Asian, use a rice cooker. Make enough for however many people you're feeding. Leftovers are great even the next day.&lt;br /&gt;* In a hot skillet or saucepan -- this works best in a nonstick pan -- drizzle about 2 tablespoons of oil and wait for it to heat up&lt;br /&gt;* Add your rice. If you have a lot of rice, add it gradually.&lt;br /&gt;* stir around so if doesn't burn, but I like a little crunchiness&lt;br /&gt;* squeeze a liberal amount of ketchup over the rice, until it turns orange-pink&lt;br /&gt;* taste. add more ketchup if needed&lt;br /&gt;* add your extra ingredient. If you're using raw seafood or meat, I suggest pre-cooking it&lt;br /&gt;* add salt and pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-2406725207698258779?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/2406725207698258779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=2406725207698258779&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/2406725207698258779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/2406725207698258779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/10/ketchup-fried-rice.html' title='ketchup fried rice'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-2681380788020649121</id><published>2007-09-25T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:58:16.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Novak Djokovic -- player impressions</title><content type='html'>So the world No. 3 tennis player &lt;a href="http://www.atptennis.com/3/en/players/playerprofiles/?playernumber=D643" target="_blank"&gt;Novak Djokovic&lt;/a&gt; (Joe-koh-vich) imitates other players on the tour. It's hilarious. The thing is, he's a great tennis player, to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at U.S. Open, &lt;a href="http://www.sonyericssonwtatour.com/2/players/playerprofiles/Playerbio.asp?PlayerID=310137" target="_blank"&gt;Maria Sharapova&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.atptennis.com/3/en/players/playerprofiles/?playersearch=Nadal" target="_blank"&gt;Rafael Nadal&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bKj4PdWrK-o]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U.S. Open, Sharapova:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=guvyjrmNJP8]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atptennis.com/3/en/players/playerprofiles/?playernumber=R485" target="_blank"&gt;Andy Roddick&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.atptennis.com/3/en/players/playerprofiles/default.asp?playersearch=Lleyton" target="_blank"&gt;Lleyton Hewitt&lt;/a&gt;, Nadal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qR9pj6Op_KU]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-2681380788020649121?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/2681380788020649121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=2681380788020649121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/2681380788020649121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/2681380788020649121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/09/novak-djokovic-player-impressions.html' title='Novak Djokovic -- player impressions'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-7181016540326530826</id><published>2007-09-24T20:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:58:14.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>first Woot! -- a Roomba!</title><content type='html'>I successfully bought my first &lt;a href="http://www.woot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Woot!&lt;/a&gt; product today, and it's the infamous (famous? notorious?) Roomba! I've been wanting a Roomba for awhile, but it seems that they always offer it when I'm broke. Well, no more! I can only afford one right now, so it's going to my parent's place. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an iRobot Roomba Discovery SE: &lt;a href="http://www.woot.com/Blog/BlogEntry.aspx?BlogEntryId=2939"&gt;http://www.woot.com/Blog/BlogEntry.aspx?BlogEntryId=2939&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-7181016540326530826?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/7181016540326530826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=7181016540326530826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/7181016540326530826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/7181016540326530826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-woot-roomba.html' title='first Woot! -- a Roomba!'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-6319408907062420230</id><published>2007-09-19T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:58:11.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Punctuation is powerful. (Please, remember the period.)</title><content type='html'>Saw this on Digg. As a copy editor, I had to post it. It's too true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://inthiscorner.wordpress.com/files/2007/09/punctuation-is-powerful.jpg" title="punctuation-is-powerful.jpg"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/29921412@N00/354975371/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-6319408907062420230?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/6319408907062420230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=6319408907062420230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/6319408907062420230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/6319408907062420230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/09/punctuation-is-powerful-please-remember.html' title='Punctuation is powerful. (Please, remember the period.)'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-9029029015323654799</id><published>2007-09-19T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:58:09.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tennis and cello</title><content type='html'>so two funny (in different ways) stories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I had my first tennis lesson last night since high school. It's free with my membership, so why not? Let me just say that I have really terrible reflexes, and I remember during one lesson in high school, I got hit by a ball three times. So this foray back into the impact sport world is a big step. Last night, we learned the forehand and backhand, and the teacher was tossing up balls to hit backhands. It's my turn, and I stepped up to the service line and waited for the ball. It bounced high. I reached out to get it. It hit me in the left eye. I saw stars. One large, white star followed by smaller, shiny stars. My eye is OK, but I had blurry vision for awhile. And I have a faint black eye, where my brow bone is, which is where it hit. But it was a tennis ball, so it really covered the entire eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my first cello lesson of the semester, and since my old teacher went to Honolulu for a symphony job, there is a new teacher. I already knew that she got her master's from USC, and when the music director wrote in an e-mail that she's from South Carolina, I discounted it as a typo. Well, get this. It wasn't a typo. My new teacher's husband's father (her father-in-law), is the president of a local university in my town, and it is the same university where my high school yearbook adviser's husband is a provost. In fact, my cello teacher said, my adviser and her husband sent a wedding present.  Crazy, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-9029029015323654799?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/9029029015323654799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=9029029015323654799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/9029029015323654799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/9029029015323654799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/09/tennis-and-cello.html' title='tennis and cello'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-7160662718662405186</id><published>2007-09-18T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:58:04.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Guys at the Emmys</title><content type='html'>I actually watched the Emmys on Sunday, and even though I'm not a big fan of "Family Guy," I really loved the opening act that Stewie and the dog did. Hilarious. Here it is, in case you missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HrzKyopCls4]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-7160662718662405186?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/7160662718662405186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=7160662718662405186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/7160662718662405186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/7160662718662405186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/09/family-guys-at-emmys.html' title='Family Guys at the Emmys'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-7453316428908501503</id><published>2007-09-17T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:58:02.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicente Fox: Bush was "cockiest guy I've ever met"</title><content type='html'>In his new book, former Mexican president Vicente Fox calls President Bush the "&lt;a href="http://politicalticker.blogs.cnn.com/2007/09/17/former-mexico-pres-calls-bush-cockiest-guy-ive-ever-met/" target="_blank"&gt;cockiest guy I've ever met&lt;/a&gt;" and says that Bush's Spanish was at grade-school level.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-7453316428908501503?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/7453316428908501503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=7453316428908501503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/7453316428908501503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/7453316428908501503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/09/vicente-fox-bush-was-cockiest-guy-ive.html' title='Vicente Fox: Bush was &quot;cockiest guy I&apos;ve ever met&quot;'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-3395887854123048987</id><published>2007-09-13T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:58:00.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chongas</title><content type='html'>So in Miami, there is a -- how would I say it -- phenomenon called the chonga. A chonga, &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=chonga" target="_blank"&gt;according to the Urban Dictionary&lt;/a&gt;, is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A girl of &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Hispanic"&gt;Hispanic&lt;/a&gt; origin, usually between the ages of 12 and 19, but sometimes as young as 8. Primarily found in Miami (most famously, in &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Hialeah"&gt;Hialeah&lt;/a&gt;), the chonga is known for her cheap form of dress, a combination of the so-called &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=gangsta"&gt;gangsta&lt;/a&gt; look and that of a prostitute, but can vary between the two. She wears ridiculously large hoop earrings large enough to be bracelets, which are usually gold and have their name written in them, and diamond studs high up on her ears. ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The definition goes on and on. I was introduced to this thing at the Herald, which apparently had a story about the girls (&lt;a href="http://inthiscorner.wordpress.com/files/2007/09/chongalicious-in-herald.pdf" title="chongalicious-in-herald.pdf"&gt;chongalicious-in-herald.pdf&lt;/a&gt;) who had a video on YouTube called "Chongalicious," a parody of Fergie's song. Apparently, these girls are not chongas themselves but are drama students at a local high school. Telemundo also did a rather long package on it. Other chongas (or not?) followed with their own videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the "Chongalicious" video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uVHdqmN7-XE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Telemundo package:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BcNrL_HRz0A]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-3395887854123048987?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/3395887854123048987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=3395887854123048987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/3395887854123048987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/3395887854123048987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/09/chongas.html' title='chongas'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-3675453127176733467</id><published>2007-09-12T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:57:57.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex the crazy-smart parrot has died</title><content type='html'>Alex knew numbers up to 6 and can identify 50 objects and seven colors and shapes. &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=14293868&amp;amp;sc=emaf" target="_blank"&gt;Alex was awesome.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Alex in action:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XcLLk-r1aSs]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-3675453127176733467?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/3675453127176733467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=3675453127176733467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/3675453127176733467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/3675453127176733467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/09/alex-crazy-smart-parrot-has-died.html' title='Alex the crazy-smart parrot has died'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-6730569914983804822</id><published>2007-09-12T20:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:57:55.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave Britney Alone! (and Boston)</title><content type='html'>I am back in Boston. I have been for the past week and a half. I've just been having some Internet issues. And I just haven't gotten around to it. Anyway. There will be more of Miami. But first, this YouTube video I saw on &lt;a href="http://www.digg.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Digg&lt;/a&gt;. It's a Britney Spears fan's plea to just LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE! Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kHmvkRoEowc]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-6730569914983804822?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/6730569914983804822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=6730569914983804822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/6730569914983804822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/6730569914983804822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/09/leave-britney-alone-and-boston.html' title='Leave Britney Alone! (and Boston)'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-4576958259134330932</id><published>2007-09-03T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:57:52.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>home</title><content type='html'>I'm home. After driving 13 hours on I-95 through two car accidents -- a car fire and a collision -- and torrential rains from Daytona Beach through Savannah, I am home. I've cleaned out my car and semi-organized my clips. I am leaving for Boston tomorrow because classes start at 9 a.m. on Tuesday. Should be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-4576958259134330932?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/4576958259134330932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=4576958259134330932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/4576958259134330932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/4576958259134330932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/09/home.html' title='home'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-1737916087444701677</id><published>2007-08-31T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:57:50.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more red!</title><content type='html'>more comments about the giant clock:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Next week I'm installing bigger, redder clock that says, ‘It's&lt;br /&gt;bulldog time!!!'" Bulldog is the early Sunday edition.&lt;br /&gt;* "Hey (insert person here), do you know what time it is? Because I can tell you!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-1737916087444701677?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/1737916087444701677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=1737916087444701677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/1737916087444701677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/1737916087444701677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/08/more-red.html' title='more red!'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113213.post-7291731521444974776</id><published>2007-08-31T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:57:47.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>red-light district</title><content type='html'>The newsroom has been blessed with a new digital clock the width of 1 1/2 ceiling tiles that hangs over the copy desk and glows bright red. I mean, it's a good three feet, if not four, and it hangs about a foot from the ceiling. It's just a clock and nothing else -- in big, red numbers. It's so bright, in fact, that it has turned the cubicles under it red, and it is so big and conspicuous, in fact, that people cannot help but exclaim over it. Some excerpts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Talk about working in a red-light district!"&lt;br /&gt;* "10:00 never looked so bright."&lt;br /&gt;* "It's 9 o'clock!" (or whatever time it happens to show)&lt;br /&gt;* "Anyone know what time it is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story behind the giant clock is that its predecessor was not synched to the computers, and we didn't know we were late because the clock was always 10 minutes behind. Now, THAT clock's predecessor was synched to the computers, but it broke. So now the paper has installed the new one, which is synched to the clock. Nobody, apparently, anticipated such a monstrosity of a clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it clock business had to happen the ONLY day I was late to work. I showed up after battling school traffic, walked in and made a snarky comment about the giant clock. Then, one of the copy eds looked up and said, "yup. It is 4:34." Crap. Four minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a picture of this clock, and I'll post it as soon as I figure out how to not make it poster-sized. :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113213-7291731521444974776?l=watermelonsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/7291731521444974776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113213&amp;postID=7291731521444974776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/7291731521444974776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113213/posts/default/7291731521444974776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermelonsinging.blogspot.com/2007/08/red-light-district.html' title='red-light district'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www2.bc.edu/~kuoye/aw/Versailles%20photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
