<?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-6301425</id><updated>2009-11-07T22:00:36.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JMB</title><subtitle type='html'>Jen Michalski Blog: Catchy </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04163728540160219294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>277</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301425.post-111982585488473627</id><published>2005-06-26T18:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T18:44:14.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><summary type='text'>for now. Thanks so much for reading.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/feeds/111982585488473627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6301425&amp;postID=111982585488473627' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111982585488473627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111982585488473627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/2005/06/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04163728540160219294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07954056001140625191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301425.post-111982567377705451</id><published>2005-06-26T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T18:43:24.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Play That Funky Music, W.G.</title><summary type='text'>Thanks, Linda for the tag. I love doing these lists but am actually not so good at them. The drill? List your favorite six current songs and then tag six others.My songs:Cocteau Twins - The Hollow MenRyan Adams - Winding WheelPavement - The HexxCoral - In the MorningDelgados - The Light Before We LandMogwai - Two Rights Make One WrongMy victims. Let's see your JACK:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/feeds/111982567377705451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6301425&amp;postID=111982567377705451' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111982567377705451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111982567377705451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/2005/06/play-that-funky-music-wg.html' title='Play That Funky Music, W.G.'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04163728540160219294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07954056001140625191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301425.post-111953729597341583</id><published>2005-06-23T10:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T10:34:55.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Webfessional</title><summary type='text'>What is your postsecret?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/feeds/111953729597341583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6301425&amp;postID=111953729597341583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111953729597341583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111953729597341583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/2005/06/webfessional.html' title='Webfessional'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04163728540160219294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07954056001140625191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301425.post-111953133325326240</id><published>2005-06-23T08:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T08:55:33.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Handsome Devil</title><summary type='text'>Here is a link to all of the cover stars from all of the singles and albums released by the Smiths.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/feeds/111953133325326240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6301425&amp;postID=111953133325326240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111953133325326240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111953133325326240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/2005/06/handsome-devil.html' title='Handsome Devil'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04163728540160219294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07954056001140625191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301425.post-111945639300524502</id><published>2005-06-22T11:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T12:06:33.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Bites</title><summary type='text'>K and I stumbled upon the premiere of The Real World VIII: Austin last night after the ball game. I'm not a big fan of the reality universe in general and had stopped watching Real World back at Hawaii, but after teasing glimpses of normalcy on Real World VII: Philadelphia, last season, I thought, what the heck. Besides, Austin has a great indie music scene and progressive values that seem to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/feeds/111945639300524502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6301425&amp;postID=111945639300524502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111945639300524502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111945639300524502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/2005/06/reality-bites.html' title='Reality Bites'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04163728540160219294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07954056001140625191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301425.post-111923427962469552</id><published>2005-06-19T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T22:24:39.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Capturing History</title><summary type='text'>We just got back from a long weekend at Gettysburg. I'm kind of a history geek and K is an avid ghost hunter, so Gettysburg offered the best of both worlds for us. Of course, both elements receive varying amounts of overkill in the town, judging by the number of tours and gift shops, but the idea of Gettysburg is really fascinating to me from a fiction standpoint. Here was a tiny town (pop. 2000?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/feeds/111923427962469552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6301425&amp;postID=111923427962469552' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111923427962469552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111923427962469552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/2005/06/capturing-history.html' title='Capturing History'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04163728540160219294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07954056001140625191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301425.post-111884572815704691</id><published>2005-06-15T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T10:28:48.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of  Sappy</title><summary type='text'>While Jeff has reminded me that I have yet to get a snowball this season, I have been busy indulging in other gulity pleasures, like downloading old Duran Duran (not the hits but the long, indulgent pieces full of bad Simon LeBon poetry) and Sunny Day Real Estate songs (there, I've said it: there's emo in the house). I'm not sure what my worst musical indulgence is; I like so many weird things I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/feeds/111884572815704691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6301425&amp;postID=111884572815704691' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111884572815704691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111884572815704691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/2005/06/sound-of-sappy.html' title='The Sound of  Sappy'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04163728540160219294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07954056001140625191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301425.post-111877086701778498</id><published>2005-06-14T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T13:41:07.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Reads</title><summary type='text'>Kudos to Salon for its Summer Reading Series. C and I were talking about this last week, kind of, about famous authors and what they're reading (for an example, check out Nick Hornsby's column in Believer magazine, "What I'm Reading"). But why famous authors? Why can't us not-so-famous authors or even nonauthors contribute? Do famous authors have better tastes, better influences, or just better </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/feeds/111877086701778498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6301425&amp;postID=111877086701778498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111877086701778498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111877086701778498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/2005/06/beach-reads.html' title='Beach Reads'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04163728540160219294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07954056001140625191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301425.post-111843364713162217</id><published>2005-06-10T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T16:04:31.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Know What Love Is</title><summary type='text'>I had a dream last night about someone who had a crush on me a while back. It was uncomfortable then, as he tore down my friends and relationships in the hope, I suppose, that I would come to my senses and see what I was missing with him, and it was similarly uncomfortable in the dream. To be fair to him, I know have acted similarly in the past. It's mind boggling when someone we see as a perfect</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/feeds/111843364713162217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6301425&amp;postID=111843364713162217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111843364713162217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111843364713162217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-wanna-know-what-love-is.html' title='I Wanna Know What Love Is'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04163728540160219294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07954056001140625191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301425.post-111833207364880032</id><published>2005-06-09T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T11:49:27.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Scholastic!</title><summary type='text'>Finally, after months of delay, C, LadyLitBlitz, and I had dinner! It was great to see LLB again after several years' lapse. I am happy to report she looks the same as when we last parted, that is, during college. Some people just age well, and LLB is one of them. It took C and I about an hour each way to get to the restaurant, so we had a lot to talk about, mostly books and literature. It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/feeds/111833207364880032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6301425&amp;postID=111833207364880032' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111833207364880032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111833207364880032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-scholastic.html' title='It&apos;s Scholastic!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04163728540160219294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07954056001140625191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301425.post-111823498815758878</id><published>2005-06-08T08:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T08:49:48.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Live!</title><summary type='text'>The Summer issue of JMWW is up! Enjoy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/feeds/111823498815758878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6301425&amp;postID=111823498815758878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111823498815758878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111823498815758878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/2005/06/we-are-live.html' title='We Are Live!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04163728540160219294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07954056001140625191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301425.post-111807248295183880</id><published>2005-06-06T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T11:49:09.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Family</title><summary type='text'>K, L, and I spent the weekend in Philly for Phillygirl's bachelorette party/bridal shower. We've anticipated the event for weeks, wondering whether "da family" would be as advertised. First off, we did some spa stuff at a salon in the northern suburbs of Philly, where Phillygirl's extended family has moved recently from the city. Lest you think loud, brash Italianess is confined to Phillygirl's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/feeds/111807248295183880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6301425&amp;postID=111807248295183880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111807248295183880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111807248295183880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/2005/06/da-family.html' title='Da Family'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04163728540160219294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07954056001140625191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301425.post-111780260554527947</id><published>2005-06-03T08:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T08:47:48.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fisher-Price Superstar</title><summary type='text'>I had a dream the other night that I was in a mall with my family and one of the stores we passed housed a weird church. My family wasn't interested in going inside, but I decided to take a peek, as it was set up caberet style with a stage in the far back. They were doing some time of musical review, and I noticed, much like in some plays, the actors were actually staked out in the audience and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/feeds/111780260554527947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6301425&amp;postID=111780260554527947' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111780260554527947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111780260554527947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/2005/06/fisher-price-superstar.html' title='Fisher-Price Superstar'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04163728540160219294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07954056001140625191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301425.post-111763332976016803</id><published>2005-06-01T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T09:42:09.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quiet Life</title><summary type='text'>I was prepared for another racuous holiday weekend in Canton, but it was surprisingly quiet, peaceful, with most of the obnoxious Cantonite neighors away somewhere else. I was talking to a school friend at another school friend's cookout, and she lamented the fact that our society has gotten too materialistic, that she longed for a simpler life for her children. God, I could just hug her. I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/feeds/111763332976016803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6301425&amp;postID=111763332976016803' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111763332976016803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111763332976016803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/2005/06/quiet-life.html' title='The Quiet Life'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04163728540160219294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07954056001140625191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301425.post-111703960917589390</id><published>2005-05-25T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T12:46:49.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming Publication</title><summary type='text'>My short story "The Situation" will appear in the June issue of Lily, up June 1st.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/feeds/111703960917589390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6301425&amp;postID=111703960917589390' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111703960917589390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111703960917589390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/2005/05/upcoming-publication.html' title='Upcoming Publication'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04163728540160219294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07954056001140625191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301425.post-111687643013324679</id><published>2005-05-23T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T15:27:10.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get connected</title><summary type='text'>I've gotten alot of e-mails today, which has been nice for a Monday, especially a cold, dreary one. Someone also called, a client, and I took a few rings to answer it because I always forget where I put the phone. For the upteemth time, I was asked by the caller whether he/she had awoken me. This was after lunch, mind you. I don't know whether it's because I don't answer the phone on the first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/feeds/111687643013324679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6301425&amp;postID=111687643013324679' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111687643013324679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111687643013324679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/2005/05/get-connected.html' title='Get connected'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04163728540160219294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07954056001140625191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301425.post-111669570266488911</id><published>2005-05-21T13:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T13:28:43.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Loot</title><summary type='text'>K took me to Ixia for dinner, a place I've always wanted to try. Ixia used to be Louie's Bookstore Cafe, but the owner of the Papermoon Diner bought the space and transformed it into an upscale urban restaurant, no jeans or t-shirts allowed. K had a couple of tiny mango martinis while I drank water like a good girl because of my cold (although I did get some complimentary champagne, it being my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/feeds/111669570266488911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6301425&amp;postID=111669570266488911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111669570266488911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111669570266488911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/2005/05/loot.html' title='The Loot'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04163728540160219294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07954056001140625191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301425.post-111642619747155146</id><published>2005-05-18T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T10:23:17.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Birthday and I Can Opine if I Want to</title><summary type='text'>Happy birthday to me,Happy birthday to me,At least I'm not forty,But it sucks to be thirty-three.I got a cold (my first one this year) and my period for my birthday. Thanks, self! On a brighter note, someone is taking me out to dinner tonight, and a surprise weekend getaway is in my near future. When I asked about the restaurant, K said the dress is "business casual." What on earth is that? Since</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/feeds/111642619747155146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6301425&amp;postID=111642619747155146' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111642619747155146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111642619747155146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-my-birthday-and-i-can-opine-if-i.html' title='It&apos;s My Birthday and I Can Opine if I Want to'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04163728540160219294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07954056001140625191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301425.post-111609051944883949</id><published>2005-05-14T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T13:08:39.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Bitch</title><summary type='text'>I'm waiting for K to come home from class so we can go over to my grandmother's and weed her garden. It's a beautiful day, and I'm looking forward to getting outside, although I'm a little tired now. I went for my quarterly bloodletting this morning at the Red Cross. I warned the plebotomist that my veins are hard to find well, because, I like to be helpful and I like to avoid unnecessary </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/feeds/111609051944883949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6301425&amp;postID=111609051944883949' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111609051944883949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111609051944883949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/2005/05/blood-bitch.html' title='Blood Bitch'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04163728540160219294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07954056001140625191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301425.post-111564186575234587</id><published>2005-05-09T08:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T08:31:06.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mother of All Disappointments</title><summary type='text'>I hope everyone had a nice mother's day. The weather was beautifulthis weekend, and I visited my family on the Eastern shore. Although I had a good time seeing my family, for some reason, I was unable to keep my anger in check. Well, I didn't come out and yell at anyone, but I just felt angry inside the whole time. I guess I forget that living in the city is different than living in the country, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/feeds/111564186575234587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6301425&amp;postID=111564186575234587' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111564186575234587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111564186575234587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/2005/05/mother-of-all-disappointments.html' title='The Mother of All Disappointments'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04163728540160219294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07954056001140625191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301425.post-111538832994489729</id><published>2005-05-06T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T10:05:29.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gore Tour</title><summary type='text'>I'm excited; the senior class at Hopkins has chosen Al Gore to be this year's graduation speaker. David, can you get me some tics? I hope big Al hits the treadmill before he comes, though. Being cheated out of the presidency seems to put some weight on you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/feeds/111538832994489729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6301425&amp;postID=111538832994489729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111538832994489729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111538832994489729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/2005/05/gore-tour.html' title='The Gore Tour'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04163728540160219294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07954056001140625191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301425.post-111512706527878732</id><published>2005-05-03T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T09:31:05.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>X</title><summary type='text'>Hard to believe that K and I will be celebrating our tenth anniversary tomorrow! We've agreed just to have a nice dinner somewhere, since K is wrapping up her finals this week and we'll both be out of town for mother's day. Any restaurant suggestions? It seems we've been everywhere in this crazy town after ten years. We want something quiet, eclectic, and casual. We eat all types of ethnic food, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/feeds/111512706527878732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6301425&amp;postID=111512706527878732' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111512706527878732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111512706527878732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/2005/05/x.html' title='X'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04163728540160219294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07954056001140625191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301425.post-111505864050635438</id><published>2005-05-02T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T14:38:43.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance</title><summary type='text'>My short satire piece, "The Movie Version of My Life," has been accepted by Failbetter.com for either their Summer or Fall issue. Yay! I had been very frustrated recently because this piece has been sitting on my desk for much longer than some of my more-recent pubs, and I was running out of ideas as to who might like it. But that is the great thing about publishing, namely that there will always</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/feeds/111505864050635438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6301425&amp;postID=111505864050635438' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111505864050635438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111505864050635438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/2005/05/acceptance.html' title='Acceptance'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04163728540160219294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07954056001140625191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301425.post-111499780286584952</id><published>2005-05-01T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T15:16:34.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fewer is Less</title><summary type='text'>We checked out the newly opened Tenpachi on Eastern Avenue in Fells Point and were seriously underwhelmed. Tenpachi is like an urban Hair Cuttery; no gimmicks; $11 haircuts (raised from $10 by the new management, sort of defeating the purpose of the name Tenpachi). What Tenpachi doesn't tell you upfront is that cheap haircuts mean keeping overhead down. What does keeping overhead down mean for a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/feeds/111499780286584952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6301425&amp;postID=111499780286584952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111499780286584952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111499780286584952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/2005/05/fewer-is-less.html' title='Fewer is Less'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04163728540160219294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07954056001140625191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301425.post-111427766985667189</id><published>2005-04-23T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T13:42:50.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crummy Birthday</title><summary type='text'>Last night we attended Crumblord's 3? birthday party and enjoyed ourselves immensely. It was a star-studded affair, and I was thrilled to finally meet Broad Sheet, JWER, and Messy Hair Girl. They were certainly grander in person: in fact, they were like Titans. The web, with all its two-demionsality, doesn't do them justice. Just wait until those hologram blogs come out! We also saw Cara, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/feeds/111427766985667189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6301425&amp;postID=111427766985667189' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111427766985667189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301425/posts/default/111427766985667189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmww.blogspot.com/2005/04/crummy-birthday.html' title='Crummy Birthday'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04163728540160219294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07954056001140625191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry></feed>