<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12884214</id><updated>2009-10-13T07:24:59.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>for a breath i tarry</title><subtitle type='html'>"From far, from eve and morning and yon twelve-winded sky, the stuff of life to knit me blew hither: here am I.  ...Now -- for a breath I tarry nor yet disperse apart -- take my hand quick and tell me, what have you in your heart."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>amelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490709508077740198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>300</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12884214.post-729193060985431936</id><published>2009-05-06T13:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:41:57.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just in case anyone has been curious.</title><content type='html'>for all practical purposes, essentially done with college.  three papers and a presentation stand between my receiving the diploma, in just a week and a half.  it's been a fun, full ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12884214-729193060985431936?l=forabreath.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/feeds/729193060985431936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12884214&amp;postID=729193060985431936&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/729193060985431936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/729193060985431936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-in-case-anyone-has-been-curious.html' title='just in case anyone has been curious.'/><author><name>amelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490709508077740198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00926761759621962061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12884214.post-1557558582196679733</id><published>2008-09-27T23:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:11:27.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>torn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;over this whole grad school thing.  I'm not sure that I'll be doing it, come this time next year.  The way this semester is going, I'm surprised sometimes that I have time to breathe -- but then, I never was one for that silly 'senior slide' notion.  Anyway, I'm still considering doing grad school next year, and if not then, perhaps in a year or two after graduation, so that I will have had a feel for teaching high school mathe.  I've already taught a few lessons in practicum -- I'm loving it thus far -- but that's one unique thing at one school, and it might be different when I student teach all spring or when I *gulp* find a job to teach after graduation.  Who knows?  perhaps I'll get sick of high school level mathe. and miss research so much that I decide I need to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to figure out if grad school is something that I want to do, or something that [seemingly] everyone else wants and expects me to do.  I know I'm not a selfless, altruistic martyr, but truly and honestly, I am so used to doing what is expected of me that I'm having a very hard time figuring this out.  I also know that, pretty much for the first time with a major decision, either way I go, someone or another is going to be disappointed in me over it, which bothers me.  Oh, and thanks in advance, I know I 'shouldn't care what other people think,' and I should 'just do what [I] want to do, and forget the rest of them,' but as I've just explained, I don't know what [I want to do] is, and, beneath the ever-sarcastic thick surface, I'm apparently secretly much too nice of a person [to forget the rest of them].  Sorry, that's just the standard line everyone throws at me over this.   I do appreciate feedback, but that's just one line I'm tiring of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll figure this whole thing out soon, and then we can go back to blog entries about ..  hmm.  fiction? drawings? poems?  random facts about me?  I don't know; I'll try to think of something for the next time I take the liberty of time between homeworks. &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/12884214-1557558582196679733?l=forabreath.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/feeds/1557558582196679733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12884214&amp;postID=1557558582196679733&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/1557558582196679733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/1557558582196679733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/2008/09/torn.html' title='torn.'/><author><name>amelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490709508077740198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00926761759621962061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12884214.post-6299724462439497125</id><published>2008-09-08T14:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:07:49.935-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ideal'/><title type='text'>news tidbits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;1. the Ideal's wedding:  I don't think his parents know that he and I can't be friends anymore.  However, I was the only person his dad hugged whilst welcoming people into the church before the ceremony.  After the reception, both his mom and dad expressed how happy they were that I could make it, and said they hoped I'd visit so that they'd see me soon.    I also got to talk with the Ideal during the reception.  Anyone who thought his wife having issues was behind it all, give yourself 5 points.  He said that maybe after things calmed down after the wedding, and she felt secure in married life, that we could perhaps be in contact again.  But it will never be the same.  [[And I'm a little disjointed over not having the option of being a friend of the *couple*, but.. ]]  Life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I donated my hair.  First short haircut since I was 8.  [[21 now...]]  First time my hair is shorter than Princess' hair.  First time I've had my hair professionally cut.  I had literally no idea what I was doing.  They kept asking what I wanted like I actually knew.  I left it in their hands.  [[Just short of chin length, for the curious.  And the&lt;a href="http://justdotchristina.mu.nu/"&gt; blogmother &lt;/a&gt;thinks it looks good.]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I'm in my senior year of college.  I'm in the Secondary Education program this year.  Three days a week, I drive an hour away to do practicum in a senior high school.  My teacher there has 2 blocks of PreCalc and 1 of Problem Solving Algebra for Freshman.  I'm having a blast there -- helping students, correcting, monitoring halls, etc. -- and I'll be teaching a mini lesson next week.  Fun!  In October, I present my research work [again] at a Math Conference; this time, one in Minnesota.  In December, I wrap up my mathe degree with my Senior Seminar presentation and paper.  During spring semester, I'll be student teaching, most likely in the Twin Cities.  Then, I graduate.  And then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  ...Grad school? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;--eek! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[any advice, ideae, or suggestions welcome.]]&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/12884214-6299724462439497125?l=forabreath.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/feeds/6299724462439497125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12884214&amp;postID=6299724462439497125&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/6299724462439497125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/6299724462439497125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/2008/09/news-tidbits.html' title='news tidbits'/><author><name>amelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490709508077740198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00926761759621962061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12884214.post-4744560958465740273</id><published>2008-07-02T20:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:05:05.460-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ideal'/><title type='text'>never could get the hang of wednesdays...</title><content type='html'>an e-mail i received an hour ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ame,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This might blind-side you a bit, but it's something that's been on my mind for a while and is being forced to the front more and more urgently.  Pardon the e-mail, but I wanted to try to choose my words wisely...  I rather doubt it worked, but it was worth a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The last time we talked, you were inquiring about coming down to visit me sometime, and I said I was just too busy for that.  That's true, but things are more complicated than that.  I'm sure you've noticed, but lately I've been distancing myself from you.  What you wouldn't know is that I've been distancing myself from all of my female friends.  Most of them, I think, have sort of expected it and understand, many of them are friendships that have been dying for some time.  But some of them just don't seem to get the significance of the fact that I'm getting married in less than a month.  I've had a couple conversations trying to explain things, and they have not gone well, but that doesn't matter.  The fact remains that I'm getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[Fiancee] is the love of my life.  She's the one I go to for everything and anything.  She is the very last person that I would want to hurt in any kind of way.  She's my one and only.  I have no business running around with another girl, whether it's hanging out for a weekend or just an afternoon.  Not because she's jealous, not because she doesn't trust me, and not because she doesn't trust you.  Simply because I cherish and respect her too much to ever give her even the shadow of a doubt about my faithfulness.  I've had a number of female friends through high school and college, and I have no regrets about that.  They've all helped to make me who I am today.  But I really can't be keeping other females as my close friends anymore.  Married life is challenging enough.  I can't let something so simple and so foolish come between [Fiancee] and I as the fact that my friends are potentially a threat to her.  I'm not saying that she wouldn't understand that we're just friends.  I'm saying that I'm not even going to ask her to understand.  She shouldn't have to.  I know how I'd feel if she were running around with a bunch of guys all the time even though I love her with all my heart and trust her completely, and I refuse to put her through that.  Spending a day with a girl other than [Fiancee] is uncomfortable for me and completely inappropriate for my situation, and I can only imagine how uncomfortable it would be for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As I mentioned above, you are not the only one with whom I've run into this.  I don't mean to be unkind, but I have to make sure you understand.  It's just plain not right for a (almost) married man to be spending his time with other girls.  I'm not going to pretend you don't exist and I'm not going to refuse to socialize when the opportunity presents itself, but I'm not going to try to keep a deep and important relationship going.  I can't be on the phone with girls all the time , and I can't be opening my e-mail to a whole list of messages from other girls.  That's just the way it is.  My place is with the guys.  That's a change that started a bit before I met [Fiancee] for various reasons, and as my relationship with [Fiancee] grew, my friendships with other girls waned even more.  They had to in order for me to continue to draw closer to [Fiancee], and now that our hearts are joining as one, there just isn't room for relationships with other girls both for my sake and for [Fiancee]'s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know this is probably coming out of nowhere, and I know this is probably the last thing you wanted to hear.  For that, I am sorry.  I don't want to burn any bridges or cause unnecessary hurt, but I need to be clear:  I'm getting married.  My heart, my time, my talents, and my self, are now hers as much as mine, and that needs to be evident beyond any doubt to everyone, and most importantly, to [Fiancee].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for understanding. &lt;br /&gt;God bless you richly,&lt;br /&gt;the Ideal"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12884214-4744560958465740273?l=forabreath.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/feeds/4744560958465740273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12884214&amp;postID=4744560958465740273&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/4744560958465740273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/4744560958465740273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/2008/07/never-could-get-hang-of-wednesdays.html' title='never could get the hang of wednesdays...'/><author><name>amelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490709508077740198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00926761759621962061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12884214.post-4539126949258536922</id><published>2008-06-06T16:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T16:17:18.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things You May Not Have Known About Me XXXI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;[[haven't done one of these in a while, have i...]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I haven't remembered a dream since age 7.&lt;br /&gt;2.  In that dream, there was a giant basilisk in my grade school [think Harry Potter, but before Harry Potter.  also, I didn't know the term basilisk then; but it applies].&lt;br /&gt;3.  Once every 3 years or so, I wake up with the sensation that I'm falling, but otherwise, I remember nothing.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Early yesterday morning [4.30 a.m.?] I woke up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;remembering a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  This dream didn't have any unrealistic indicators of slumber in it; there was nothing weird about it.  It was like everyday life.  And really, any dreams from before the basilisk one were realistic in quality as well.&lt;br /&gt;6.  In that most recent dream, I was going about my day and the news was delivered to me to get home as soon as possible.  And then I was told that my dad had died.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Imagine the grief. &lt;br /&gt;8. Then wake up and experience it -- the overwhelming emotion of it all, sweeping over you, drowning you, keeping you wide awake...&lt;br /&gt;9.  Finally, I got up for work around 6.00 a.m., and felt infinite relief and happiness as I saw my dad, sleeping on the couch [not in trouble with my mom, just dealing with allergy problems], and as I heard him snoring now and again whilst I washed my hair, ate breakfast, etc. &lt;br /&gt;10.  Some people might tell me I'm missing out on having wonderful dreams.  I think I'm much happier as I am, without ever remembering them.&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/12884214-4539126949258536922?l=forabreath.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/feeds/4539126949258536922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12884214&amp;postID=4539126949258536922&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/4539126949258536922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/4539126949258536922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-things-you-may-not-have-known-about.html' title='10 Things You May Not Have Known About Me XXXI'/><author><name>amelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490709508077740198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00926761759621962061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12884214.post-4993486081592708002</id><published>2008-05-06T15:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T15:53:13.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>from postsecret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h1Nab_s1BnY/SCDEn6MHgjI/AAAAAAAAABI/JopWg3gmEes/s1600-h/fear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h1Nab_s1BnY/SCDEn6MHgjI/AAAAAAAAABI/JopWg3gmEes/s320/fear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197370159899574834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;----Email Message-----&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Monday, May 05, 2008 2:19 AM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: intellectual woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an intellectual (and heterosexual) man, I'm more and more afraid I'll have to give up finding you- speak up! I'm looking and looking as best as I can, but I'm not seeing you right off....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12884214-4993486081592708002?l=forabreath.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/feeds/4993486081592708002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12884214&amp;postID=4993486081592708002&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/4993486081592708002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/4993486081592708002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/2008/05/from-postsecret_06.html' title='from postsecret'/><author><name>amelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490709508077740198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00926761759621962061'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h1Nab_s1BnY/SCDEn6MHgjI/AAAAAAAAABI/JopWg3gmEes/s72-c/fear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12884214.post-4608911816795987566</id><published>2008-04-27T23:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T23:13:47.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>squee!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Guess who leaves for California on Friday, in order to give a talk at a Math Conference Special Session in her research area?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...just a little bit 'scurred'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, it's the last two weeks of classes before finals.  Originally, I thought I'd get home Thursday of finals week, and get to hang out with the Ideal, Ish, etc. for about a day before they all graduate on Saturday.  However, there's the small matter of an Awards ceremony up here at college that Friday night of finals week, recognizing 2007-2008 Scholars of the College, that's putting a crimp in those plans...&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/12884214-4608911816795987566?l=forabreath.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/feeds/4608911816795987566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12884214&amp;postID=4608911816795987566&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/4608911816795987566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/4608911816795987566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/2008/04/squee.html' title='squee!...'/><author><name>amelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490709508077740198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00926761759621962061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12884214.post-3586849666803472502</id><published>2008-04-08T23:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T23:15:24.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bad news comes in how many...?</title><content type='html'>Some of you may recall &lt;a href="http://forabreath.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-hard-it-must-be.html"&gt;these &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://forabreath.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-how-hard-it-must-be-means.html"&gt;posts&lt;/a&gt; about my uncle Mick.  Mick and M.[[his wife, my aunt]] were actually around Minnesota a lot this past summer, so that Mick could get chemo and radiation treatment at Mayo clinic for his stomach cancer.  They're usually in Michigan, so you can imagine how much my g-ma, as well as my cousins [[two of their daughters, and their families / significant others]]  enjoyed having them nearby, as did the rest of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the school year started, they were back to Saginaw so M. could teach.  Mick still had regular appointments with his oncologists, and treatments, and tests.  We've heard some good reports and some bad reports these last few months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we heard from Mick.  He had a meeting with his oncologist.  At the last meeting, we learned the cancer had not spread to his liver, thankfully, although his continued drastic weight loss is still a problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this most recent meeting, we learned that the cancer has for certain spread to his pelvic region.  Mick and M. asked if anything could be done.  His oncologist mentioned something experimental, that not only wasn't guaranteed to work, he couldn't suggest that it would prolong life at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His oncologist estimates that he has 2 months to live, maybe less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this just 2-2.5 months after Hope, his younger sister, passed away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12884214-3586849666803472502?l=forabreath.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/feeds/3586849666803472502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12884214&amp;postID=3586849666803472502&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/3586849666803472502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/3586849666803472502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/2008/04/bad-news-comes-in-how-many.html' title='bad news comes in how many...?'/><author><name>amelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490709508077740198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00926761759621962061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12884214.post-5822242874210766556</id><published>2008-03-13T16:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T16:10:32.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what i do during classes:  junior year edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1Nab_s1BnY/R9mYMdKqg9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/ruJ8Sze2GG0/s1600-h/class+sketches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h1Nab_s1BnY/R9mYMdKqg9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/ruJ8Sze2GG0/s320/class+sketches.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177336586394305490" 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/12884214-5822242874210766556?l=forabreath.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/feeds/5822242874210766556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12884214&amp;postID=5822242874210766556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12884214.post-336226194650067411</id><published>2008-03-10T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T20:03:03.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>for a root canal tomorrow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12884214-336226194650067411?l=forabreath.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/feeds/336226194650067411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12884214&amp;postID=336226194650067411&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/336226194650067411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/336226194650067411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/2008/03/yay.html' title='yay'/><author><name>amelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490709508077740198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00926761759621962061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12884214.post-6801279149291172978</id><published>2008-02-26T18:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T18:51:54.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>slowly but surely</title><content type='html'>internally [[well, not so internally anymore, i guess]] freaking out over my senior seminar.  so far, it's been narrowed down to 'related to the research i'm doing with my professor.'  beyond that?  not a clue.  and that scares the Type A in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12884214-6801279149291172978?l=forabreath.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/feeds/6801279149291172978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12884214&amp;postID=6801279149291172978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/6801279149291172978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/6801279149291172978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/2008/02/slowly-but-surely.html' title='slowly but surely'/><author><name>amelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490709508077740198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00926761759621962061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12884214.post-7210940007603688382</id><published>2008-02-22T13:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T14:01:08.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerning the recent events of Ish and Cap'n Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;This is one of the reasons why I never agreed with Ish's opinion that the Ideal and my situation was exactly like her experience with Cap'n Jack -- the Ideal and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't do drama&lt;/span&gt;.  We never dated, we never had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; of their issues, and we're. actually. still. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;.  [[and really good friends, at that.]]  Cap'n Jack and Ish broke up close to two years ago.  And they still can't communicate / handle each other.   Any attempt by the one to bring about friendship with the other results in *DRAMA* in a rather big, pathetic way.  Thank God neither the Ideal nor I are like that. &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/12884214-7210940007603688382?l=forabreath.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/feeds/7210940007603688382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12884214&amp;postID=7210940007603688382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/7210940007603688382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/7210940007603688382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/2008/02/concerning-recent-events-of-ish-and.html' title='Concerning the recent events of Ish and Cap&apos;n Jack'/><author><name>amelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490709508077740198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00926761759621962061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12884214.post-561946224622640448</id><published>2008-02-19T13:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T13:14:25.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>this makes me so incredibly sad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.commonties.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/daythemusicdied.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.commonties.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/daythemusicdied.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found it on commonties.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12884214-561946224622640448?l=forabreath.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/feeds/561946224622640448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12884214&amp;postID=561946224622640448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/561946224622640448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/561946224622640448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-makes-me-so-incredibly-sad.html' title='this makes me so incredibly sad.'/><author><name>amelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490709508077740198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00926761759621962061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12884214.post-5194909918303657967</id><published>2008-02-04T12:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T12:56:15.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>requiescat in pacem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Hope.&lt;br /&gt;1953-2008. &lt;br /&gt;no longer suffering; taken home to heaven Sunday morning.&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/12884214-5194909918303657967?l=forabreath.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/feeds/5194909918303657967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12884214&amp;postID=5194909918303657967&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/5194909918303657967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/5194909918303657967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/2008/02/requiescat-in-pacem.html' title='requiescat in pacem'/><author><name>amelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490709508077740198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00926761759621962061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12884214.post-1091570339385400515</id><published>2008-01-31T12:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T12:19:30.157-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a how-to guide to life:  submissions wanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;how do you say good-bye to someone, for life?&lt;br /&gt;as in,&lt;br /&gt;what do you say to someone who's dying, and fast?&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/12884214-1091570339385400515?l=forabreath.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/feeds/1091570339385400515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12884214&amp;postID=1091570339385400515&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/1091570339385400515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/1091570339385400515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-to-guide-to-life-submissions-wanted.html' title='a how-to guide to life:  submissions wanted'/><author><name>amelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490709508077740198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00926761759621962061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12884214.post-8301570207742078910</id><published>2008-01-02T15:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T15:15:23.745-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ideal'/><title type='text'>the ideal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;status: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;engaged&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12884214-8301570207742078910?l=forabreath.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/feeds/8301570207742078910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12884214&amp;postID=8301570207742078910&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/8301570207742078910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/8301570207742078910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/2008/01/ideal.html' title='the ideal...'/><author><name>amelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490709508077740198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00926761759621962061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12884214.post-6928176665198657006</id><published>2007-12-05T17:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T18:12:22.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Couple More Things that begin with the letter 'P'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Postal -- as in the service.&lt;br /&gt;and... Package!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my surprise and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;delight, upon checking my mailbox this morning, and finding a package slip that resulted in this display of festivity: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1Nab_s1BnY/R1c8SeEDz8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/DTifTvRYOE8/s1600-h/miscs+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1Nab_s1BnY/R1c8SeEDz8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/DTifTvRYOE8/s320/miscs+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140643787672113090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h1Nab_s1BnY/R1c7xOEDz6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/MSd6MCxDbsA/s1600-h/miscs+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h1Nab_s1BnY/R1c7xOEDz6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/MSd6MCxDbsA/s320/miscs+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140643216441462690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1Nab_s1BnY/R1c8-eEDz9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/prdp0jI0Y-0/s1600-h/miscs+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1Nab_s1BnY/R1c8-eEDz9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/prdp0jI0Y-0/s320/miscs+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140644543586357202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So I'd like to say a huge thank you to my beloved &lt;a href="http://justdotchristina.mu.nu/"&gt;blogmom&lt;/a&gt; for these! [[And she calls to mind a few more P's... Precious,  Pretty, Priceless, Practically Perfect in every way, ...]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicious!  Thank you again; you completely and utterly made my day.  Happy Christmas, Christina, and God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and hugs,&lt;br /&gt;da blogdaughter.&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/12884214-6928176665198657006?l=forabreath.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/feeds/6928176665198657006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12884214&amp;postID=6928176665198657006&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/6928176665198657006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/6928176665198657006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/2007/12/couple-more-things-that-begin-with.html' title='A Couple More Things that begin with the letter &apos;P&apos;'/><author><name>amelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490709508077740198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00926761759621962061'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h1Nab_s1BnY/R1c8SeEDz8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/DTifTvRYOE8/s72-c/miscs+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12884214.post-7755867913182432583</id><published>2007-12-04T11:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T11:41:26.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that begin with the letter 'P' [[and other reasons fa wanted me to post]]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;1. Pinwheel cookies. &lt;br /&gt;2. Papers -- for Discrete, for Analysis, for Speech, for Research.&lt;br /&gt;3. Presentations -- for Speech (2), for Discrete, for Research.&lt;br /&gt;4. Projects -- for Geometry, for Research, for Discrete.&lt;br /&gt;5. Posters -- for Research.&lt;br /&gt;6. Problems for homework -- for Discrete (2), for Analysis, for Geometry.&lt;br /&gt;7. Phinals -- for Geometry (take-home), for Discrete, for Analysis.  [[forgive the alternate spelling for the list's sake.]]&lt;br /&gt;8. Putnam -- as in, I took it this past Saturday.  I'm still brain-dead from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress doesn't begin with a 'P', but stressed is what I am ... what doesn't kill us makes us stronger, right?&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/12884214-7755867913182432583?l=forabreath.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/feeds/7755867913182432583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12884214&amp;postID=7755867913182432583&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/7755867913182432583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/7755867913182432583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/2007/12/things-that-begin-with-letter-p-and.html' title='Things that begin with the letter &apos;P&apos; [[and other reasons fa wanted me to post]]'/><author><name>amelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490709508077740198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00926761759621962061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12884214.post-2752128799013879098</id><published>2007-11-05T16:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T16:34:59.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what i learned in math class today...</title><content type='html'>professor quotation:  'learning all this stuff just for the exam is like dating just for the sex... that's my favourite analogy.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12884214-2752128799013879098?l=forabreath.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/feeds/2752128799013879098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12884214&amp;postID=2752128799013879098&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/2752128799013879098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/2752128799013879098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-i-learned-in-math-class-today.html' title='what i learned in math class today...'/><author><name>amelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490709508077740198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00926761759621962061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12884214.post-5043649545188393505</id><published>2007-11-05T16:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T16:11:04.171-06:00</updated><title type='text'>California</title><content type='html'>It's official; I'm going to San Diego in January, to that math conference.  My abstract was accepted for the student poster section.  I've made plane and hostel arrangements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in case anyone was concerned, my sister is going to come with me.  We'll go to the zoo, see some sights, and attend to my mathy-ness.   In addition, two of my professors are going; my research advisor, and the math coordinator.  The latter has already asked that Princess and I reserve an evening to dine with her -- her treat.  The former, upon hearing he'd been beat, asked for another night, saying he'd bring along some of his research team.  It should prove to be a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12884214-5043649545188393505?l=forabreath.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/feeds/5043649545188393505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12884214&amp;postID=5043649545188393505&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/5043649545188393505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/5043649545188393505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/2007/11/california.html' title='California'/><author><name>amelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490709508077740198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00926761759621962061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12884214.post-3001152765815591215</id><published>2007-10-17T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T16:56:45.030-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ideal'/><title type='text'>a taste of my monday, as per an amusing conversation on tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;the ideal:  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I won't be on long... but how  are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ame: better than  yesterday&lt;br /&gt;       how are you?&lt;br /&gt;the ideal: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;better than yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;              you first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ame: i woke up at 5 am with  cramps that lasted till i went to bed last night. i wanted to die.&lt;br /&gt;       your turn&lt;br /&gt;the ideal: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;may have failed a fine arts  quiz, 50% on a German quiz, got hit by a homework dump truck, class for 7 hours,  work for 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;              you win, by the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;for the record, i'm better now&lt;/span&gt;. [[also, perhaps unsurprisingly, i thought his monday sounded just as bad.]]&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/12884214-3001152765815591215?l=forabreath.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/feeds/3001152765815591215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12884214&amp;postID=3001152765815591215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/3001152765815591215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/3001152765815591215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/2007/10/taste-of-my-monday-as-per-conversation.html' title='a taste of my monday, as per an amusing conversation on tuesday'/><author><name>amelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490709508077740198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00926761759621962061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12884214.post-84887114832320758</id><published>2007-10-03T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T23:36:23.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>much more important than the emotional baggage i usually leave around here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;This year, I'm doing research with a math professor, my adviser.  He introduced me to the material, and then gave me about 6 problems, saying he hoped we'd have one of them done by sometime in spring.  He disproved one conjecture and immediately replaced it with something else.  Of the revised list of six, we've finished three, and are working on more.  [[He keeps alternating between being happy about progress and worried about running out of problems.]]  Personally, on one note, I've proved a corollary to a theorem of his, which felt pretty darn cool.  At some point, I should write more about the research on here.  I've done more than just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the amount of progress, my prof. brought up the subject of math conferences.  He had been thinking we'd get to one in the spring, where I'd present, but now he's thinking about as early as this month.  He did a bit more checking, and discovered three or four possible conferences this year.  The one he's pushing for the most?  The &lt;a href="http://www.ams.org/amsmtgs/2109_intro.html"&gt;National Joint AMS-MAA Conference&lt;/a&gt; in San Diego, 6-9 January. [[That's right.  California.]]  There, I'd probably be displaying a poster of my research, not giving a talk, but I'd get to meet his fellow research group members, who work/teach in California, and I'd get to hear any of a number of Big Math Talks.  Because, yes, I'm a geek like that, and I've heard all around how students don't often get to national conferences, and any chance offered should probably be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one MAA option in Minnesota this October, and there's one MAA option in April, again in Minnesota. MAA conferences are more focused on teaching; AMS conferences are more focused on research, so he was quick to point out that there's an AMS conference in May in Claremont, CA, where his research group &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; get to present a whole section of talks on their resarch focus [[in which case, if I attend, I'll get to present along with the woman from whose masters thesis I was working -- *gulp*]].  The last isn't set in stone yet, however -- they may not get a slot for the series of talks -- and it is right before finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently thinking of going to the national conference.  In San Diego, California.  I've never been west of Minnesota.  I've never been on a plane. &lt;br /&gt;Any input?  Anyone??&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/12884214-84887114832320758?l=forabreath.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/feeds/84887114832320758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12884214&amp;postID=84887114832320758&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/84887114832320758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/84887114832320758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/2007/10/much-more-important-than-emotional.html' title='much more important than the emotional baggage i usually leave around here...'/><author><name>amelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490709508077740198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00926761759621962061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12884214.post-7960505213701504400</id><published>2007-10-01T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T17:56:44.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>descriptions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's about 5'6" (ish), grey/blue eyes, long blond hair.  Slender build.  Dresses "girly" but in a modest way....&lt;br /&gt;she's sweet, caring, has a bit of a stubborn streak&lt;br /&gt;a mix of introvert and extrovert&lt;br /&gt;she's smarter than she gives herself credit for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/12884214-7960505213701504400?l=forabreath.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/feeds/7960505213701504400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12884214&amp;postID=7960505213701504400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/7960505213701504400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/7960505213701504400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/2007/10/descriptions.html' title='descriptions.'/><author><name>amelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490709508077740198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00926761759621962061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12884214.post-9079238011721981329</id><published>2007-09-20T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T09:52:32.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i love todays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Few things could beat a kind of day like today.   Today is one of those days where I don't have anything until my research meeting with my professor at 3.  So, naturally, I got up at 6 -- or at least, I woke up at 6.  A storm was brewing, and I lay there for nearly an hour, listening to the thunder, and the rain, the noise fading in and out as it moved away from us and the next segment came in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7, I got up and did my laundry.  Done by 9.  Now I'm just waiting for the flatmates to head off to class so I can shower without having to worry about them needing the bathroom.  The storm is still going strong -- my roommate so desperately wants class to be canceled -- and every time I hear another peal, or the strong downpour of rain, I grin.  I can't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to shower and research -- and packing for going home for the weekend...&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/12884214-9079238011721981329?l=forabreath.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/feeds/9079238011721981329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12884214&amp;postID=9079238011721981329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/9079238011721981329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/9079238011721981329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-love-todays.html' title='i love todays'/><author><name>amelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490709508077740198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00926761759621962061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12884214.post-8610823770356398266</id><published>2007-09-18T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T17:47:06.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>well-deserved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;My family doesn't watch a lot of regular TV shows.  Mostly, it's movies -- whether on TV, or put in by us -- or the classical music channels.  Within the past year or two, I introduced House into the family; that's a regular one now.  My mom occasionally puts on CSI whilst correcting.  As far as mainstays go, 60 Minutes has always been watched, every Sunday. [[We get mad, actually, when football games are still on, impeding the viewing of 60 Minutes.]]  The only other regular hit in our living room was Law &amp;amp; Order.  Personally, I can't watch it anymore, unless it's a rerun, because my dose of Law &amp;amp; Order requires Jerry Orbach.  Can't and won't have it any other way. I think he's grand, for so many reasons.  Thus, it warms the cockles of my heart to see&lt;a href="http://tv.msn.com/tv/article.aspx?news=276323&amp;amp;GT1=7703"&gt; this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12884214-8610823770356398266?l=forabreath.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/feeds/8610823770356398266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12884214&amp;postID=8610823770356398266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/8610823770356398266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12884214/posts/default/8610823770356398266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forabreath.blogspot.com/2007/09/well-deserved.html' title='well-deserved'/><author><name>amelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490709508077740198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00926761759621962061'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>