<?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-31652440</id><updated>2009-10-14T09:34:53.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>for lo, that is how i roll</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>ju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431940690520548109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>192</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31652440.post-462043993817471702</id><published>2008-07-28T22:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:13:36.995-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><title type='text'>3, 2, 1: blast off</title><content type='html'>yeah, i realize i cheater cheated my way through the last 5 of this list of 30, but i guess that's what happens when you don't have a computer or any time to do anything in the final hours of life as you know it. meh, here's my final three...oh, and p.s. i'm already gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- the waaaaaaard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been said that boston is the place where misfits belong. i don't recall who said that, but it was said and i agree, and there's no exception to this rule in the mormon community. i love, love, love the randomness that exists in our relatively small group, and though this kind of self-contained community presents challenges from time to time, i'd take it over, ahem, other...wards...in...other...cities...any day. munch 'n' mingle aside, i'm sincerely going to miss that bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- skullvia, chreepy, and deathica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my roommates wicked (literally) awesome halloween names above (i'm ghoulie- he he). these peeps have already been stuck into a few posts on the list, but i have to give one final shout out to them. grills, you're awesome. i like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- and the most obvious thing ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all my incredible friends: you are boston to me. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welp, i guess that's it for boston huh? its been real, fer real. peace out (before i start crying again).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31652440-462043993817471702?l=juliehulet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/feeds/462043993817471702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31652440&amp;postID=462043993817471702' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/462043993817471702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/462043993817471702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-2-1-blast-off.html' title='3, 2, 1: blast off'/><author><name>ju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431940690520548109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14307980529244387742'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31652440.post-979766765436035901</id><published>2008-07-26T21:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:33:23.545-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><title type='text'>4: beat la</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SIveW4IhAFI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/u4zQtZwTpOY/s1600-h/Celts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227516277100183634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SIveW4IhAFI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/u4zQtZwTpOY/s400/Celts.jpg" 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/31652440-979766765436035901?l=juliehulet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/feeds/979766765436035901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31652440&amp;postID=979766765436035901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/979766765436035901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/979766765436035901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/2008/07/4-beat-la.html' title='4: beat la'/><author><name>ju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431940690520548109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14307980529244387742'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SIveW4IhAFI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/u4zQtZwTpOY/s72-c/Celts.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-31652440.post-2131984836643097858</id><published>2008-07-26T20:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:04:52.918-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><title type='text'>5: so indy</title><content type='html'>the campfire festival at club passim is one of the first boston activities i ever experienced way back when. basically a bunch of indy rockers get together and sit in a half circle on stage and take turns churning out melodies, and sometimes playing together. i know it sounds like a haven for tokers, but even drug frees like me enjoy the scene. also, passim serves some of the best mac'n'cheese this side of the mississippi. go there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31652440-2131984836643097858?l=juliehulet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/feeds/2131984836643097858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31652440&amp;postID=2131984836643097858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/2131984836643097858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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that, or death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to miss that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31652440-5818880266819054048?l=juliehulet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/feeds/5818880266819054048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31652440&amp;postID=5818880266819054048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/5818880266819054048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/5818880266819054048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/2008/07/6-battling-pink-robots.html' title='6: battling pink robots'/><author><name>ju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431940690520548109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14307980529244387742'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31652440.post-3134144447437877605</id><published>2008-07-22T22:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:51:08.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7: pahk ya cah</title><content type='html'>boston townies: the people you hate to love. sometimes in&lt;br&gt;conversations with these type i get so caught up in mentally noting&lt;br&gt;their accents that i completely miss everything they say. storing up&lt;br&gt;good phrases for future use requires quite a bit of mental energy, as&lt;br&gt;does remembering the many rules of townie speech; such as dropping the&lt;br&gt;r from the middle of the word (ha_va_d), or adding one to the end&lt;br&gt;(ideaR). lucky for me i&amp;#39;ve had quite a bit of practice through my&lt;br&gt;work, so i leave here prepared with a life skill that is sure to win&lt;br&gt;friends and influence people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31652440-3134144447437877605?l=juliehulet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/feeds/3134144447437877605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31652440&amp;postID=3134144447437877605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/3134144447437877605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/3134144447437877605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/2008/07/7-pahk-ya-cah.html' title='7: pahk ya cah'/><author><name>ju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431940690520548109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14307980529244387742'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31652440.post-7911663905459591768</id><published>2008-07-21T15:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T15:20:04.755-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><title type='text'>8: non-profit rocking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SITvB8qkxoI/AAAAAAAAEY8/9K2AWYtkcW8/s1600-h/Work+Halloween+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SITvB8qkxoI/AAAAAAAAEY8/9K2AWYtkcW8/s400/Work+Halloween+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225564284400223874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm really going to miss my co workers. especially duane (far left). and i can say that because i know he's the only one of them who reads this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31652440-7911663905459591768?l=juliehulet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/feeds/7911663905459591768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31652440&amp;postID=7911663905459591768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/7911663905459591768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/7911663905459591768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/2008/07/8-non-profit-rocking.html' title='8: non-profit rocking'/><author><name>ju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431940690520548109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14307980529244387742'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SITvB8qkxoI/AAAAAAAAEY8/9K2AWYtkcW8/s72-c/Work+Halloween+005.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-31652440.post-6809151055743529336</id><published>2008-07-20T22:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:52:37.130-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><title type='text'>9: sweet caroline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SIQHXZDL2QI/AAAAAAAAEY0/H12Qpc9Hcuo/s1600-h/RedSox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SIQHXZDL2QI/AAAAAAAAEY0/H12Qpc9Hcuo/s400/RedSox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225309566099249410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's hard to actually put down in words the joy of attending a red sox game, so i'll just let this picture or our happy faces do the explaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31652440-6809151055743529336?l=juliehulet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/feeds/6809151055743529336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31652440&amp;postID=6809151055743529336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/6809151055743529336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/6809151055743529336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/2008/07/9-sweet-caroline.html' title='9: sweet caroline'/><author><name>ju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431940690520548109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14307980529244387742'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SIQHXZDL2QI/AAAAAAAAEY0/H12Qpc9Hcuo/s72-c/RedSox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31652440.post-2753539328637063527</id><published>2008-07-20T22:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:36:40.369-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><title type='text'>10: eat up</title><content type='html'>why does food show up on this list so often? maybe because going out to eat is just what we do around here. plus, it's all so good! in honor of #10 on the list, and to avoid getting lazy and blogging one of these each day until i leave, i'll just list my top 10 favorite restaurants in boston (in order of preference):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/mr-crepe-somerville-2"&gt;mr. crepe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.aubonpain.com/"&gt;au bon pain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="www.annastaqueria.com"&gt;anna's taqueria&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.felipestaqueria.com/"&gt;felipe's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.oneworldcuisine.com/"&gt;cafe of india&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://boston.citysearch.com/profile/4745713"&gt;mr. bartley's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.spikesjunkyarddogs.com/"&gt;spike's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.vigaeatery.com/"&gt;viga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="bocagrande.ypguides.net"&gt;boca grande&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/greek-corner-restaurant-cambridge#hrid:PW2G-jj45spqXlZk6EjJSQ/query:greek%20corner"&gt;the greek corner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31652440-2753539328637063527?l=juliehulet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/feeds/2753539328637063527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31652440&amp;postID=2753539328637063527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/2753539328637063527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/2753539328637063527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/2008/07/10-eat-up.html' title='10: eat up'/><author><name>ju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431940690520548109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14307980529244387742'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31652440.post-5207732693704849986</id><published>2008-07-20T22:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:19:13.623-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><title type='text'>11: no he never returned</title><content type='html'>before moving to boston, riding the&lt;a href="http://mbta.com"&gt; T &lt;/a&gt;was such a novelty experience whenever i came to visit. thinking back on my feelings then, it's funny how quickly something i used to think was special became a source of never ending complaint as soon as it became a necessity in my life. there's probably a lesson to be learned from that, but i'm too tired to figure it out. the point is that i'll miss having a transportation system in my world that can actually get me from point a to point b without first having to use my car. no offense, &lt;a href="http://www.rideuta.com/"&gt;TRAX&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31652440-5207732693704849986?l=juliehulet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/feeds/5207732693704849986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31652440&amp;postID=5207732693704849986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/5207732693704849986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/5207732693704849986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/2008/07/11-no-he-never-returned.html' title='11: no he never returned'/><author><name>ju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431940690520548109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14307980529244387742'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31652440.post-2283662058077590356</id><published>2008-07-20T22:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:08:30.310-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><title type='text'>12: more lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*as it turns out, the blog count down has been misleading about the number of days i have left in boston. partly because i moved my departure date up, but also because frankly, i can't do simple math. good luck to me in business school. anyway, i'll have to post a few tonight to make up the difference. read: tonight's entries will be short and to the point.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number 12 belongs to the boston public library, which is not only the oldest library in the country, but is also an amazingly beautiful structure complete with lion statues and wall murals. i spent many a good hour at the bpl preparing for the gmat, of which at least 1/3 of my time was spent just staring at the walls and ceiling- not out of boredom, but out of complete awe for it's beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i once heard that because of the weight of the books, the bpl sinks into the ground a fraction of a fraction of an inch every year, but that could be a total lie. either way, feel free to spread it around or put it on your blog for everyone to read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31652440-2283662058077590356?l=juliehulet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/feeds/2283662058077590356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31652440&amp;postID=2283662058077590356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/2283662058077590356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/2283662058077590356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/2008/07/12-more-lies_20.html' title='12: more lies'/><author><name>ju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431940690520548109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14307980529244387742'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31652440.post-1847232470399426913</id><published>2008-07-19T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T00:09:32.311-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><title type='text'>13: and there are these trash piles in the ocean the size of texas...</title><content type='html'>considering the fact that about 1 out of every 7 of my latest blog posts is about the beach, it should come as no surprise for this to be included on the list. last saturday and today were both spent playing on the shore of nahant beach for hours on end, and have turned out to be some of my most favorite days i've ever had on the east coast.  if i were mayor, i'd declare every saturday to be a beach day. mayor? maybe governor. or president. whatever it takes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31652440-1847232470399426913?l=juliehulet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/feeds/1847232470399426913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31652440&amp;postID=1847232470399426913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/1847232470399426913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/1847232470399426913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/2008/07/13-and-there-are-these-trash-piles-in.html' title='13: and there are these trash piles in the ocean the size of texas...'/><author><name>ju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431940690520548109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14307980529244387742'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31652440.post-605720138174719295</id><published>2008-07-18T20:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:55:20.835-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><title type='text'>14: cape crusader</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;today i made my final voyage to cape cod for work and as i was driving down in my new car&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; i realized that, as is often the case when something becomes commonplace in life, i have taken for granted the opportunity i've had to travel to such a beautiful place every week, and get paid to do so. among the many reasons i love the east coast, cape cod is very near the top of the list and i'll  definitely be missing the beaches, the people, and the taco bell in hyannis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*pictures and blog forthcoming!&lt;/span&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/31652440-605720138174719295?l=juliehulet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/feeds/605720138174719295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31652440&amp;postID=605720138174719295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/605720138174719295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/605720138174719295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/2008/07/14-cape-crusader.html' title='14: cape crusader'/><author><name>ju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431940690520548109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14307980529244387742'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31652440.post-2154245027336828739</id><published>2008-07-17T15:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:38:52.095-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><title type='text'>15: it's no WSJ but...</title><content type='html'>as much as i complain about the poorly reported and often offensive articles in the metro, i really think i'll miss having the daily news delivered right to my hand as i walk through the subway turn-style each morning. i'm not ambitious enough to research the economy or world affairs on my own, so having the metro cut down and regurgitate associated press stories to me every day has helped me feel at least a little more in the know (even if only about sports and celebs- to which 78% of the paper is dedicated). it may be the world's crappiest newspaper, but every day it becomes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;worlds crappiest newspaper, and that makes it special to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in truth, the only thing i'll really miss about the metro is the daily crossword. now, if someone can tell me a 4-letter word for "dry watercourse", that would be great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31652440-2154245027336828739?l=juliehulet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/feeds/2154245027336828739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31652440&amp;postID=2154245027336828739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/2154245027336828739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/2154245027336828739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/2008/07/15-its-no-wsj-but.html' title='15: it&apos;s no WSJ but...'/><author><name>ju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431940690520548109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14307980529244387742'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31652440.post-5212928433689926744</id><published>2008-07-16T18:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:43:42.040-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><title type='text'>16: apples and bees</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SH6K6ZsFGwI/AAAAAAAAEYU/XCa5f4qeRas/s1600-h/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNTAuanBn%3F%3D-749257"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SH6K6ZsFGwI/AAAAAAAAEYU/XCa5f4qeRas/s320/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNTAuanBn%3F%3D-749257"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223765353729170178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;choosing where to eat based on high ratio of entertainment to food.&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31652440-5212928433689926744?l=juliehulet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/feeds/5212928433689926744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31652440&amp;postID=5212928433689926744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/5212928433689926744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/5212928433689926744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/2008/07/16-apples-and-bees.html' title='16: apples and bees'/><author><name>ju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431940690520548109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14307980529244387742'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SH6K6ZsFGwI/AAAAAAAAEYU/XCa5f4qeRas/s72-c/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNTAuanBn%3F%3D-749257' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31652440.post-7350505112250993643</id><published>2008-07-15T15:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:45:57.905-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><title type='text'>17: tbm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SH0MXW1xB2I/AAAAAAAAEYM/qZoJGUCh1tQ/s1600-h/Random+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SH0MXW1xB2I/AAAAAAAAEYM/qZoJGUCh1tQ/s400/Random+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223344738227259234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you've ever tried it, then you know why it made the list.&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/31652440-7350505112250993643?l=juliehulet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/feeds/7350505112250993643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31652440&amp;postID=7350505112250993643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/7350505112250993643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/7350505112250993643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/2008/07/17-tbm.html' title='17: tbm'/><author><name>ju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431940690520548109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14307980529244387742'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SH0MXW1xB2I/AAAAAAAAEYM/qZoJGUCh1tQ/s72-c/Random+011.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-31652440.post-7303382205328814337</id><published>2008-07-14T15:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T15:46:42.008-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><title type='text'>18: nothing compares to you</title><content type='html'>new england in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SHu5Pe1ctTI/AAAAAAAAEXk/Oij2PdJYyUQ/s1600-h/Regatta+Weekend+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SHu5Pe1ctTI/AAAAAAAAEXk/Oij2PdJYyUQ/s400/Regatta+Weekend+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222971868492641586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SHu5QiDLVMI/AAAAAAAAEX0/82H5EWsVpuU/s1600-h/Regatta+Weekend+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SHu5QiDLVMI/AAAAAAAAEX0/82H5EWsVpuU/s400/Regatta+Weekend+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222971886535398594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SHu6AOwXXEI/AAAAAAAAEX8/KQR6JupR2os/s1600-h/Regatta+Weekend+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SHu6AOwXXEI/AAAAAAAAEX8/KQR6JupR2os/s400/Regatta+Weekend+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222972705989942338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SHu6AkK_LpI/AAAAAAAAEYE/kccY5RBDe8E/s1600-h/Regatta+Weekend+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SHu6AkK_LpI/AAAAAAAAEYE/kccY5RBDe8E/s400/Regatta+Weekend+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222972711738748562" 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/31652440-7303382205328814337?l=juliehulet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/feeds/7303382205328814337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31652440&amp;postID=7303382205328814337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/7303382205328814337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/7303382205328814337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/2008/07/19-nothing-compares-to-you.html' title='18: nothing compares to you'/><author><name>ju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431940690520548109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14307980529244387742'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SHu5Pe1ctTI/AAAAAAAAEXk/Oij2PdJYyUQ/s72-c/Regatta+Weekend+039.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-31652440.post-1192725637905626780</id><published>2008-07-13T23:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T15:46:31.309-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><title type='text'>19: stays together</title><content type='html'>as a primary kid i had an arch enemy who lived down the street from me who once included the request "and please bless julie will die" at the end of his prayer in sunday school. i was terrified, of course, because if there was one thing we'd all been taught at that young age it was that God answers prayer. luckily for me, God can be selective about which prayers he answers and i've now lived long enough to turn this once traumatic situation into my favorite pre-prayer anecdote. because, well, every good prayer begins with a joke, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe not, but that's how it usually happens in my apartment. it's usually sylvia and me who can't stop laughing while christy stares us down and jessie sits quietly probably wondering if all mormons are this irreverent. eventually it quiets down enough for someone to inform me that it is once again &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;turn to pray (somehow it always is) and we commence with a bit more reverence (until sylvia feels the need to supplement the prayer with additional information). by the time the "amen" rolls around, we've usually come out alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i make light of this nightly tradition but in all seriousness, praying together as an apartment family is one of my favorite things about my living situation, and probably the biggest contributor to our household success. that and the fact that we're all so freaking cool. it's been a good lesson for me and above all things, this is the time spent with my roommates that i will miss the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31652440-1192725637905626780?l=juliehulet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/feeds/1192725637905626780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31652440&amp;postID=1192725637905626780' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/1192725637905626780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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woke&lt;br /&gt;up. beach, bbq, friends, more fun than one person can handle-and the&lt;br /&gt;extrordinary thing is that this isn't totally out of the ordinary. my&lt;br /&gt;life rules.&lt;p&gt;it's a harsh reality to know that my life will never be the same as it&lt;br /&gt;is now. i'm certainly hopeful for better things to come, but like that&lt;br /&gt;one guy once said, or wrote, (or maybe i dreamed it), "you can never&lt;br /&gt;go home again."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the lesson in this? just keep partying like it's 1999.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31652440-575956883423573449?l=juliehulet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/feeds/575956883423573449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31652440&amp;postID=575956883423573449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/575956883423573449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/575956883423573449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/2008/07/21-oops-i-did-it-again.html' title='20: oops, i did it again'/><author><name>ju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431940690520548109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14307980529244387742'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31652440.post-3333023482880798785</id><published>2008-07-11T12:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T15:46:08.647-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><title type='text'>21: hearting n.y.</title><content type='html'>some might say that if you've never experienced the fung-wah bus (china town boston to china town new york) then you've never truly lived. i say you've not only lived, but you've also increased your chances of living. i will not be missing the fung-wah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, proximity to new york (and relative ease of getting there) is definitely something worth missing. new york is one of those places that so many people dream of going to in their lifetime, and i've had the great fortune (or mis-fortune depending on the events that transpire during the trip) of going there multiple times. lucky for me, my final (pre-move) voyage to the big apple was amazing, leaving me with a good feeling towards the city. also, we didn't have to ride the fung-wah, so perhaps there is a correlation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SHelGwF7h8I/AAAAAAAAEWs/IPHio8hEatc/s1600-h/Natalie%27s+Camera+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SHelGwF7h8I/AAAAAAAAEWs/IPHio8hEatc/s400/Natalie%27s+Camera+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221823828366952386" 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/31652440-3333023482880798785?l=juliehulet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/feeds/3333023482880798785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31652440&amp;postID=3333023482880798785' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/3333023482880798785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/3333023482880798785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/2008/07/22-hearting-ny.html' title='21: hearting n.y.'/><author><name>ju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431940690520548109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14307980529244387742'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SHelGwF7h8I/AAAAAAAAEWs/IPHio8hEatc/s72-c/Natalie%27s+Camera+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31652440.post-3917574431267009928</id><published>2008-07-10T22:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T15:45:56.342-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><title type='text'>22: melting pot</title><content type='html'>it's funny how sometimes i can walk down the street in my own city and feel like a tourist with all of the different dialects being spoken all around me. i admit that when i first moved here i was uncomfortable in this position. however, i now see the diversity in boston as an amazing opportunity to learn about others and to see the magnitude of amazingness that is God's greatest creation. i'll miss this* daily occurrence in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*including this on the list of things i'll miss does not indicate a belief that diversity does not exist where i'm headed. on the contrary, i believe that school will probably afford me a lot of international interaction, but i doubt there is anyone who would (or logically could) argue that for the most part, utah is extremely homogeneous, and finding these opportunities might require a little effort on my part. at least more effort than walking to the local 7-11 for a slurpee**.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;**don't forget that friday, 7/11 is free slurpee day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31652440-3917574431267009928?l=juliehulet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/feeds/3917574431267009928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31652440&amp;postID=3917574431267009928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/3917574431267009928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/3917574431267009928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/2008/07/23-im-so-mad-right-now.html' title='22: melting pot'/><author><name>ju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431940690520548109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14307980529244387742'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31652440.post-3176668259728510847</id><published>2008-07-09T22:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T15:47:07.009-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><title type='text'>23: live deliberately</title><content type='html'>walden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31652440-3176668259728510847?l=juliehulet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/feeds/3176668259728510847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31652440&amp;postID=3176668259728510847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/3176668259728510847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/3176668259728510847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/2008/07/23-live-deliberately.html' title='23: live deliberately'/><author><name>ju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431940690520548109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14307980529244387742'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31652440.post-5695882823515940271</id><published>2008-07-09T10:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T15:47:07.009-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><title type='text'>a public service announcement</title><content type='html'>just a quick break from my regularly scheduled blogging to bring you an important announcement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our beloved king google has benevolently taken the security of the land into his own hands and developed a new tool enabling his faithful subjects to monitor activity in their accounts.  a quick glance to the bottom of your gmail screen will tell you when your account was last accessed, from where, and if it is currently open at another computer. to find out more, click &lt;a href="http://gmailblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/remote-sign-out-and-info-to-help-you.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis all for now. carry on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31652440-5695882823515940271?l=juliehulet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/feeds/5695882823515940271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31652440&amp;postID=5695882823515940271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/5695882823515940271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/5695882823515940271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/2008/07/public-service-announcement.html' title='a public service announcement'/><author><name>ju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431940690520548109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14307980529244387742'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31652440.post-7565827606317158423</id><published>2008-07-08T23:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T15:47:07.010-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><title type='text'>24: like sailors</title><content type='html'>this is not a post about my roommates, per se, because they probably&lt;br&gt;deserve a post that takes more than 5 minutes to write. this is just&lt;br&gt;about one aspect of my living situation that i&amp;#39;ll miss&lt;br&gt;dearly-swearing.&lt;p&gt;let me clarify up front; none of us go around cursing up a storm in&lt;br&gt;front of small children or anything, but sometimes the casual swearing&lt;br&gt;around this joint comes all too naturally. plus, we&amp;#39;ve all adopted the&lt;br&gt;parry&amp;#39;s heirarchy of swears (ask her about it sometime-it&amp;#39;s truly&lt;br&gt;fascinating), and generally keep it on the lowest tier, so none of us&lt;br&gt;should be going straight to hell. most often the swears are in context&lt;br&gt;of quotes, so that&amp;#39;s ok too, right? in fact, parry called me a jack&lt;br&gt;ass thrice tonight under the guise of quoting a canadian sitcom. Maybe&lt;br&gt;she meant jack ass eh?&lt;p&gt;11:55 so i better hurry up and publish so as to keep on the straight&lt;br&gt;and narrow. sorry dad for all the swearing. i learned it from mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31652440-7565827606317158423?l=juliehulet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/feeds/7565827606317158423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31652440&amp;postID=7565827606317158423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/7565827606317158423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/7565827606317158423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/2008/07/24-like-sailors.html' title='24: like sailors'/><author><name>ju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431940690520548109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14307980529244387742'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31652440.post-3903420871867524975</id><published>2008-07-07T14:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:52:55.855-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><title type='text'>25: "charles mgh: mass eye and ear infirmary"</title><content type='html'>the bus, the train, the walk, the crowds, the smell, the pain in my shoulders and neck, the heat, and the fact that i have to do it again at 5--but then the one moment each way that makes it all worth while:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SHJy-aUvAAI/AAAAAAAAEWg/FNz6w0gLDH0/s1600-h/Longfellow+Bridge+river+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SHJy-aUvAAI/AAAAAAAAEWg/FNz6w0gLDH0/s400/Longfellow+Bridge+river+view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220361334619570178" 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/31652440-3903420871867524975?l=juliehulet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/feeds/3903420871867524975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31652440&amp;postID=3903420871867524975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/3903420871867524975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/3903420871867524975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/2008/07/25-charles-mgh-mass-eye-and-ear.html' title='25: &quot;charles mgh: mass eye and ear infirmary&quot;'/><author><name>ju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431940690520548109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14307980529244387742'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Wt5wd28IKk/SHJy-aUvAAI/AAAAAAAAEWg/FNz6w0gLDH0/s72-c/Longfellow+Bridge+river+view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31652440.post-1291527445768663317</id><published>2008-07-06T17:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T17:48:57.324-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><title type='text'>26: a room with a view</title><content type='html'>this is kind of lame to be putting on my list of top 30's, but i just really love my bedroom. it's also heavily on my mind right now since i just awoke from a 3.5 hour nap, which was so needed after this weekend's many late night adventures. don't tell my roommates, but i've had the best bedroom in the house for these past 2 years. sure, the proximity to the main road makes it impossible to sleep past 6:30 am on saturday mornings, and yeah, my heater is the last on the rotation and rarely comes on in the winter, but it's been my safe haven for a long time and i'm going to miss it at least as much as the ice cream here. so i suppose that lame or not, it has it's place on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this blogging has made me tired. back for another 3.5!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31652440-1291527445768663317?l=juliehulet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/feeds/1291527445768663317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31652440&amp;postID=1291527445768663317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/1291527445768663317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31652440/posts/default/1291527445768663317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehulet.blogspot.com/2008/07/26-room-with-view.html' title='26: a room with a view'/><author><name>ju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02431940690520548109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14307980529244387742'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>