<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467</id><updated>2011-07-29T00:02:51.498-07:00</updated><category term='Social Media'/><category term='beginnings'/><category term='Music To My Ears'/><category term='technology'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='Video Fun'/><category term='University of Oregon'/><category term='adventure list'/><category term='books'/><category term='LinkedIn'/><category term='sports'/><category term='Random Thoughts'/><category term='Read This'/><category term='games'/><category term='Greek Life'/><category term='art'/><category term='Advertising'/><category term='snow'/><category term='Facebook'/><title type='text'>The Guy Said: Honey, You're a Funny Girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-1716219882933553821</id><published>2011-01-19T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T22:13:32.378-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Read This'/><title type='text'>Read This And _______</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's the thing. I read, a whole lot. And I'm not just talking about all the Google Reader and Gawker action I get into at work. I mean actual, hard-cover books, magazines, and piles of newspapers. I believe that I am single-handedly keeping the print industry alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always want to tell people about these things that I read, but my A.D.D. (I'm convinced I have it) prevents me from doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here you go. A first stab at a KVB book review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Super-Sad-True-Love-Story/dp/1400066409"&gt;Super Sad True Love Story&lt;/a&gt;, by Gary Shteyngart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set in post-literate America, (with a beginning in Rome), this story follows sad old(er) man Lenny and the purported love of his life, 24-year-old boyish-bodied, shallow and retail-addicted Eunice. To be brief, it has elements of books like &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Giver-Lois-Lowry/dp/0385732554/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1295762204&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Giver&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Brave-New-World-Aldous-Huxley/dp/0060850523/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1295762255&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Brave New World&lt;/a&gt;, but in a world that is much more familiar to us. Many things strike me as frightening in this book - but, knowing me, I'm probably not scared at the normal things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; frighten me is that, in this book, the United States is in the shitter. We're deeply in debt to China. The dollar is pegged to the yuan and therefore almost meaningless, the mashup of the Department of Homeland Security and TSA (here called the American Restorative Authority) is more invasive than ever, and there are massive Halliburton-like companies involved in intricate government conspiracies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should frighten me, but because the only political science class I took was the one that all the athletes  took, it doesn't bother me as much as the other aspect of post-literate America depicted here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready? Here it is. In this book, people communicate largely by apparat, small electronic devices that cool and trendy people wear around their necks. (Older, less hip people have more obsolete tablet-like models.) Their data streams (including credit scores and things like "Male Hotness" and "Fuckability" levels) are easily viewed by the people in their immediate vicinity, and comments made on these levels are instantly connected to your personal data stream. Lenny has a hard time dealing with all this, and would prefer to read actual books, but has to keep up appearances with all the young people at his office, so he tries very hard to read all the data he can. Everything you could ever need is on these apparat devices, from news to work alerts. (Start sounding familiar?) People broadcast their lives without paying attention to the people who are physically there. Young women ignore their friends and browse online shops all day. Everyone is consumed by their technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrifying, right? And I'm not even getting into the (truly a bit odd) love story bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/07/27/books/27book.html"&gt;NY Times Book Review&lt;/a&gt; said: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;In recounting the story of Lenny and Eunice in his antic,  supercaffeinated prose, Mr. Shteyngart gives us his most powerful and  heartfelt novel yet — a novel that performs the delightful feat of  mashing up an apocalyptic satire with a genuine supersad true love  story."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I say: It made me want to live without my iPhone, Facebook, Twitter, or a computer for a week. (Clearly didn't last very long, but you get my drift.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-1716219882933553821?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/1716219882933553821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=1716219882933553821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/1716219882933553821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/1716219882933553821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2011/01/read-this-and.html' title='Read This And _______'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-1464998031935132040</id><published>2011-01-18T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T22:19:05.463-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure list'/><title type='text'>The Adventure List: Tahoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Next up for the Adventure List - a Tahoe trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A few friends were putting together a trip for MLK weekend, and I was allowed to tag along. Now, keep in mind my cold-weather wardrobe consists of sweatshirts and Uggs, and I haven't participated in any winter sports outside of snowball fights since I was 8 years old. But, after snagging lots of awesome (read: 1970s) hand-me-downs from my mother and filling my suitcase with wool and fleece (heretofore unfamiliar to me, the warmest-blooded person in the world), I was off to the mountains!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Our crew consisted of 9 people - 3 boys and 6 girls - in one large, fabulous house in Tahoe City. (I know this sounds like a "Real World: Tahoe" situation, but it was much more civilized than that. I promise.) We lucked out with incredible weather - tons of snow on the ground to play in, but clear, sunny skies - and I even attempted some winter sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Remember when I said I liked making lists? Yeah, I wasn't kidding. Below are things I found out about my friends and myself on this specific adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Things I am good at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;- Cooking for a large group of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;- Snow tubbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;- Wearing fur blankets as a coat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;- Drinking wine in front of a fireplace (especially while wearing said fur blanket as a coat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;- Snow-shoeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;- The Soulja Boy "Crank That" dance on Kinect for XBOX on level easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;- Jenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Things I am not good at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;- Finding the not-cinnamon jelly beans in a giant jar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;- Playing pool (I blame my depth perception, or lack of understanding of basic physics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;- Movie trivia about movies that are not 10 Things I Hate About You or Wedding Crashers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;- Skiing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;- Shooting an air soft handgun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;- The Soulja Boy "Crank That" dance on Kinect for XBOX on level tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;- Skiing (yes, there is a reason it's on the list twice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Discovering the things I am not good at was sad (although at times hilarious). But discovering the things I am good at was exciting (and also, at times, hilarious). I didn't want to come back to the city - who would, with piles of snow up to your armpits? - but at least I came back knowing that I had a group of friends I can call on for a night of shooting practice and snow tubbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-1464998031935132040?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/1464998031935132040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=1464998031935132040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/1464998031935132040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/1464998031935132040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2011/01/adventure-list-tahoe.html' title='The Adventure List: Tahoe'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-2262455212416436850</id><published>2011-01-13T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T22:55:28.704-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginnings'/><title type='text'>The Adventure List: The Beginning</title><content type='html'>I have now lived in San Francisco for almost exactly two years. Two years of painfully high rent (that comes with a stunning view of the Bay Bridge from my bed). Two years of extraordinarily steep hills, every single day (but my ass has never been in better shape). And, ever since I moved in - two flew-right-by years ago - there are some things I keep saying I want to do, but haven't ever made the move to do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the New Year gave me some inspiration, as it always seems to do. I made a list. (I like lists. A lot, actually.) I made a list of things I wanted to do, places I want to visit, and restaurants I wanted to try in 2011. (Yes, restaurants. Have you been to San Francisco? A new one opens about every five minutes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I sent that list to a group of my friends in the area with the following instructions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Read over the list&lt;br /&gt;2. Tell me which ones you want to do&lt;br /&gt;2a. Suggest more!&lt;br /&gt;3. Once I get a final list, I'll email you and set dates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've gotten a great list together, and even started on some of the things! Haven't decided yet if I'll blog about every single one, but thought I'd start it off with the first thing I checked off my list: the 25 Years of Pixar exhibit at the Oakland Museum of California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't intend to dive into the list so quickly, but I found out that it was the last weekend, so decided to kickstart the adventure. Amy and I bought tickets for Saturday night and BARTed over to the Lake Merrit station in Oakland. When we got to the museum, it was buzzing, even though it was 6:30 pm. Lots of babies in strollers, kids toddling around, and people like me and Amy feeling 10 years old - in the best way possible. And who wouldn't, surrounded by Woody, Buzz, Nemo, and the rest of the Pixar crew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were strictly no cell phones or cameras allowed inside the exhibit, so I don't have anything to show off here. But I can tell you this - I was grinning like you wouldn't believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something got me about the exhibit. I realize it's not "fine art," but I could relate to it on a personal level. We see the finished products on the big screen, and are sucked into the emotions of the story, because they truly are great stories. And sometimes, when we're wrapped up in the plot, we miss the incredible artistry and creativity that goes into these major films. All that was brought out into the open at the exhibit. There were early sketches of characters, colorscripts that show the color schemes of each major scene, sculptures of the characters used for 3D modeling - all kinds of tangible things that have to happen before the computer design of the movie can take place. It made me see some of my old favorite movies in a new light. I saw them as art, instead of a nostalgic guilty pleasure. (The little kids running around squealing "waaalllll-eeeeeee" made for a pretty fun atmosphere, too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think it was an excellent start to the 2011 Adventure List. Hopefully I'll keep trying new things, and shedding light on old things. Hope some of you will come along for the ride!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-2262455212416436850?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/2262455212416436850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=2262455212416436850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/2262455212416436850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/2262455212416436850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2011/01/adventure-list-beginning.html' title='The Adventure List: The Beginning'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-3706483345774706091</id><published>2010-08-19T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T21:44:06.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Tech?</title><content type='html'>I have this friend. She's also a coworker. She also is a tech geek to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every move she makes, she checks in on Foursquare, which then updates her Facebook and her Twitter - both of which show up in my respective feeds. And we're talking about every. move. If something cool happens at the office - cool presentation, random mariachi band, whatever - there is an immediate post on her Tumblr and accompanying photos and/or video, as appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's a nice mid-day distraction to see where she had lunch. But sometimes, I wonder - why do we need to share this much? It's starting to detract from our actual relationships. What's my best friend from grade school doing now? Well, her Facebook status said something about taking a break from her job (listed on LinkedIn as working in a development office) to go on a 2 week trip to the Philippines to visit her family - which I then saw pictures of. And, 6 friends got married this summer - didn't make it to the ceremonies, but saw the videos online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever happened to staying in touch the normal way? Why is it now a cold, de-personalized stream of text and code? What ever happened to, you know, hearing the voices of the people you care about once in a while? We are biologically created to crave human interaction - in the flesh. But we have now mutated to get the same emotional reactions out of a text message that we used to get from holding hands. Technology claims to make it easier to bring us closer together, but really it just seems to be making it easier for us to exist apart. And our communication is missing the thoughtfulness that it had before technology made it easy to type a "143" to your significant other to say "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm thinking about taking a break from some of it. Calling instead of writing an email. Sending congratulations flowers instead of a text message. Getting together for coffee instead of trading wall posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... I'll probably still check in on Foursquare when I get to the coffee shop. Gotta get that badge, you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-3706483345774706091?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/3706483345774706091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=3706483345774706091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/3706483345774706091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/3706483345774706091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2010/08/too-much-tech.html' title='Too Much Tech?'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-1491642868636472111</id><published>2010-08-15T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:24:35.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic Fail.</title><content type='html'>I'm starting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  can make excuses, but that's just pathetic. So I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if you're interested, I've been working my tail off (can you believe it's already been two years since I started this job?!), traveling to find sun (did you know that it's San Francisco's coldest summer in 40 years?) and reading 80 pounds of newspaper and magazines (why yes, it IS my personal quest to keep print alive).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note - you can keep your Kindles, Nooks, iMaxis, and whatever else you can think of to put content on. Nothing will compare to paging through a magazine and imagining yourself in the photo spreads, or watching the bookmark move through the novel you try to read in five-minute spurts before falling asleep. You hear that? Nada. And it's not just me saying this, it's those clever folks at McSweeney's too. Read it if you don't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mcsweeneys.net/2010/8/11flowers.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-1491642868636472111?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/1491642868636472111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=1491642868636472111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/1491642868636472111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/1491642868636472111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2010/08/epic-fail.html' title='Epic Fail.'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-4075643617195601034</id><published>2009-01-02T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:45:18.147-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>A New Year, a New Post</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'll admit it. I got lazy. Sometimes, there are things in life that fall by the wayside, and blogging was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an interesting couple of months for me: adjusting to a new job, a new living situation, a new city (sort of), new people, and a very new lifestyle. I know I'm beyond lucky to have the job that I have, especially these days, and I'm even luckier to have fantastic, supportive family and friends, but sometimes a girl needs some time to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, a new year brings new resolve. Isn't it amazing how the turn of a calendar page can be so inspiring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so with that, here are my resolutions for '09. Feel free to call me out on them if you notice me not fulfilling anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do something creative every day.&lt;br /&gt;Although I work in a (very) creative field and company, my actual job isn't. (When you try to get "creative" with estimates and invoices, shit goes wrong.) And I've realized that I miss creativity, and I need more of it to feel whole. So whether that comes in the form of blogging, busting out the camera, or journaling, I'll work the other side of my brain a little every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Work smarter, not harder.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally getting the hang of my job-- the learning curve was steep, to say the least. Now that I've learned things the hard way, it's time to figure out which way is the hard way, then avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to the gym at least 3 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, everyone says they want to get in shape in the new year. (That's why going to the gym in the first week of January is always a bad idea-- waaaay too crowded.) But I've realized that working out, for me, is more about working out the frustrations of the day, spending time on me with no distractions, and getting more energy. Seriously, it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Connect with old friends who have moved back to the Bay.&lt;br /&gt;The great thing about coming back to the Bay Area is that my roots are here. I know people all over, if I would only branch out and call them up more often. San Francisco is sort of a new city for me (since I grew up in Los Altos and now live in Berkeley), so it will be fun to continue to find "new" friends to explore with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bring my lunch to work at least 3 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;This just has to do with spending less money and saving more, in order to do the next two things on my list....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Find an apartment. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to get serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Travel to see some old friends.&lt;br /&gt;This one, at least, is pretty easy to keep! I have friends to visit in Chicago, New York, Phoenix, LA, San Luis Obispo, Copenhagen, Italy, Austria, and (soon) Guatemala. I'm making more money now, and I still get the restless, need-to-be-flying-somewhere urges. The only problems are a) how to best use my personal/vacation days and b) where should I go first?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it. 7 things I'm going to do this year. Or at least until I get lazy again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-4075643617195601034?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/4075643617195601034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=4075643617195601034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/4075643617195601034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/4075643617195601034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-post.html' title='A New Year, a New Post'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-5558829474003041499</id><published>2008-10-06T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:59:33.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28 Days.</title><content type='html'>Less than a month to go until what some have claimed to be the most important American presidential election in our lifetimes. 28 days, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The economy is in the toilet. People can't afford to drive to work-- but they've probably lost their jobs anyways. Many can't afford healthcare, or even a place to live. This is America, the land of dreams and prosperity, and we can't even take care of our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think that our politicians, especially those running for "leader of the free world," would understand which issues are important to us, which ones are worthy of their time to discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no. Instead, we get bickering about who voted which way and for what reasons, who doesn't regularly read a newspaper, who goes to what church, or who can't use a computer. Barack Obama articulated this problem in his book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Audacity of Hope&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, what's troubling is the gap between the magnitude of our challenges and the smallness of our politics--the ease with which we are distracted by the petty and trivial, our chronic avoidance of tough decisions, our seeming inability to build a working consensus to tackle any big problem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you're deciding to vote, please: stop paying attention to what shade of lipstick is on the pig. Get to know what the candidates actually support, or what changes they will actually make. Please. Our country needs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And for a much more articulate argument, see this post by James Fallows: http://jamesfallows.theatlantic.com/archives/2008/10/our_capacity_for_selfgovernmen.php)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-5558829474003041499?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/5558829474003041499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=5558829474003041499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/5558829474003041499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/5558829474003041499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2008/10/28-days.html' title='28 Days.'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-4565042365635434786</id><published>2008-10-01T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:50:15.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>And they say caffeine is bad for you...</title><content type='html'>I am a total believer in the afternoon coffee. Maybe I don't get enough sleep, or maybe I just like rattling off my Starbucks order. Either way, I'm usually just looking for a little pick-me-up to get me through the last few (or several) hours of the work day. This is expected to come from the caffeine, but today I got another little jolt along with my latte, courtesy of Starbucks's long-running "The Way I See It" campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those who are still looking for jobs, or who are stuck in jobs that they hate, or who are still trying to figure out what they want to do with their lives, I give you Mr. Keith Olbermann, of (former) Sportscenter and MSNBC anchor desk fame. (Based on this background, I'm pretty sure he knows what he's talking about.) Hope you like it as much as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The world bursts at the seams with people ready to tell you you're not good enough. On occasion, some may be correct.&lt;br /&gt;But do not do their work for them.&lt;br /&gt;Seek any job; ask anyone out; pursue any goal. Don't take it personally when they say 'no' -- they may not be smart enough to say 'yes.' "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-4565042365635434786?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/4565042365635434786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=4565042365635434786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/4565042365635434786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/4565042365635434786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-they-say-caffeine-is-bad-for-you.html' title='And they say caffeine is bad for you...'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-3305171003520720326</id><published>2008-09-16T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:46:53.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, YOU'RE my number one.</title><content type='html'>Just a quick post for now. Life is busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy may be my new favorite YouTube video. For one, it's a great song. But also, I love the attention to detail: not only does he know every word and give us coordinated dance moves, but he also has wardrobe changes! It's clear that he put a lot of work into this, which can only be the answer to my question: why aren't there more of him?! Hope this brings a little groove to your workday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IhJz834d1mg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IhJz834d1mg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-3305171003520720326?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/3305171003520720326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=3305171003520720326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/3305171003520720326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/3305171003520720326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-youre-my-number-one.html' title='No, YOU&apos;RE my number one.'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-6676256759524679083</id><published>2008-08-26T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:54:32.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music To My Ears'/><title type='text'>On a scale from 1 to T-Pain, Jesse McCartney?</title><content type='html'>This video reminds me of the scene in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dreamgirls&lt;/span&gt; when the little white boy singer records Eddie Murphy/Jimmy Early's high-powered song, "Cadillac." But he doesn't just steal it, he changes it into a sweet little slow jam, complete with blond back-up singers in puffy dresses, and robs it of all its soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 40 or 50 years to today. Look at what Jesse McCartney has been covering on tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m4TKeJRraVo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m4TKeJRraVo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it sad that I kind of like it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-6676256759524679083?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/6676256759524679083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=6676256759524679083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/6676256759524679083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/6676256759524679083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-scale-from-1-to-t-pain-jesse.html' title='On a scale from 1 to T-Pain, Jesse McCartney?'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-5678946682382580096</id><published>2008-08-11T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:55:09.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advertising'/><title type='text'>I could make a gold medal pun. But I won't.</title><content type='html'>I heard somewhere today (most likely on some NBC outlet) that advertisers have spent $1 billion on advertising during the Olympics. Some are decidedly better than others, and here are some of my favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up: Yeah, obviously I'm going to like the Nike spot. The song (by The Killers) is one I've enjoyed for a while, and it goes well with the clips of incredible victories and tragic defeats showcased in the ad. Extra points for featuring Prefontaine. Interesting, though, that a mega apparel brand like Nike focuses on the intangibles-- "Everything you need is already inside"-- instead of on the gear. But kudos for highlighting the passion of sport and the emotions of athletes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pit0zG1vswM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pit0zG1vswM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second: This just made me go "awwwww." Coca-Cola usually has pretty good ads, and I just think that this one is cute. I could only find a video of the instrumental music, and I'm pretty sure there was one with narrative/song lyrics about building their own Bird's Nest. If you find it, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVMvWXUkAiM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVMvWXUkAiM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly: This has nothing to do with commercials, and everything to do with making fun of people's outfits. Which is one of my favorite pastimes. Check out &lt;a href="http://streetbonersandtvcarnage.com/blog/street-boner-olympics-opening-ceremony/"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt; for a hilarious rundown of the clothing choices displayed during Friday night's Parade of Nations. As for me, I'm going to sit in front of my TV until I can watch Michael Phelps swim again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-5678946682382580096?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/5678946682382580096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=5678946682382580096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/5678946682382580096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/5678946682382580096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-could-make-gold-medal-pun-but-i-wont.html' title='I could make a gold medal pun. But I won&apos;t.'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-6439428534624360090</id><published>2008-07-29T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:15:56.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advertising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music To My Ears'/><title type='text'>Target wins me over again.</title><content type='html'>I have always admired Target's ads. "Hello/goodbuy" is timeless, recognizable, and has long legs. Love the way they use normal household products to create artsy images and a high-end feel. So obviously, I think that the new TV spot for their new dorm line is great. It includes a song I love, even though I can't understand the lyrics ("Calabria," by Enur), cool dance moves I long to imitate, and a furnished dorm room that turns me an intense shade of envy-green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eOUl6pzQBtI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eOUl6pzQBtI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-6439428534624360090?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/6439428534624360090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=6439428534624360090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/6439428534624360090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/6439428534624360090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2008/07/target-wins-me-over-again.html' title='Target wins me over again.'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-2148297855949056182</id><published>2008-07-16T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:32:47.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom has set in.</title><content type='html'>Discovered a new favorite website, thanks to my &lt;a href="http://kzgrbs.wordpress.com/2008/07/08/word-salad/"&gt;cousin Kristen's blog&lt;/a&gt; post from a few days ago. &lt;a href="http://wordle.net"&gt;Wordle.net&lt;/a&gt; lets you input a bunch of text, pick fonts and colors and (sort of) layouts, and--poof--creates a really cool text-based graphic out of all your words! I messed around with it a little bit and came up with a few. My one major gripe is that you can't easily save the resulting image as a JPEG or even a PDF, you just have to screen-shot it. Which is clearly too complicated for me. But I, being the Internet geek that I am, made what I thought was a pretty clever Wordle... check it out &lt;a href="http://wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/72338/RICKROLLED."&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is, I think, a nicer way of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rickroll"&gt;Rickrolling &lt;/a&gt;someone...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-2148297855949056182?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/2148297855949056182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=2148297855949056182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/2148297855949056182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/2148297855949056182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2008/07/boredom-has-set-in.html' title='Boredom has set in.'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-4534017517774245482</id><published>2008-06-26T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T12:09:35.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Genuine TV. No, not reality. Genuine.</title><content type='html'>Reality TV has its place and time. Like when nothing else is on and you want to watch Rob and Big and their misadventures with a mini horse. Or when you want to make yourself feel superior to the white trash on MTV's "Engaged &amp;amp; Underaged." Or when you find yourself strangely attracted to Bret Michaels's guy-liner... but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, along with many TV writers, am afraid that quality TV is dying out. Which is why I get jump-up-and-down-in-my-chair excited when one of my favorite shows comes back for its summer season-- TBS's "My Boys." The stories of PJ, a late-20s female sportswriter covering the Chicago Cubs, and her circle of guy friends, are infinitely easy to relate to. So much so that not only do I want to be their friends, but I can see clear similarities between PJ and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my favorite part about this show is that the dialog (which I can never figure out how to spell correctly) doesn't sound like the writers are trying too hard to sound current, or hip, or trendy. In fact, the characters sound like real people. There are no contrived sayings, or Sex and the City-style puns and quips. (Not that I don't love Sex and the City, because I do, but come on, the only reason people talk like that is because we've watched too many episodes of SATC.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, in last season's episode titled "The Douchebag Intervention," the crew notices a change in their friend Brendon. He has become more... "arrogant?" "No." "Cocky?" "No, not really." "Douche-?" "Yes, DEFINITELY." This use of one of my favorite, slightly inappropriate terms for what is previously known as a tool, made me feel like the writers had been sitting around a group of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not convinced, check out this clip from the premiere of the second season. Wait for the scene when PJ and Stephanie are in the airplane bathroom. Notice her mid-sentence ADD ("Oooh, lotion") and her description of how she asked Bobby to Italy ("And then I might have said dude.") When my roommate and I saw this, we agreed that PJ and I are waaay too similar.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it for yourself &lt;a href="http://www.tbs.com/video/0,,146804%7C340865%7C,00.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and check out the next episode tonight on TBS at 9:30!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-4534017517774245482?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/4534017517774245482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=4534017517774245482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/4534017517774245482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/4534017517774245482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2008/06/genuine-tv-no-not-reality-genuine.html' title='Genuine TV. No, not reality. Genuine.'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-8436503368081019035</id><published>2008-06-09T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:45:50.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Closet Hippie is Pissed.</title><content type='html'>I have an alter ego. She is a hippie. She enjoys tie dye, flowy skirts, and being barefoot. She would let the ocean be her hair stylist every day if she could. She has always wanted a brightly colored Volkswagen van, except for the terrible gas mileage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine how pissed she was to see this ad for the Honda Odyssey. Groovy music, psychedelic artwork, and all for a boring, soccer mom-style minivan. Not cool, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0A3fSXSxIo0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0A3fSXSxIo0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-8436503368081019035?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/8436503368081019035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=8436503368081019035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/8436503368081019035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/8436503368081019035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-closet-hippie-is-pissed.html' title='My Closet Hippie is Pissed.'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-4538900646412893028</id><published>2008-05-21T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T09:44:08.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music To My Ears'/><title type='text'>He's Mine</title><content type='html'>Just watched a great video of one of my favorite performers, Jason Mraz, singing his "new" song, "I'm Yours." I say "new" like I don't believe it because I've been listening to the song for a few years now, it's one of my favorites, but he is only now releasing it on a studio album. I've had the opportunity to meet both Jason and Toca (his drummer that kind of looks like Mr. T) in person, and they were that special kind of music star that are actually as nice to their fans as you hope they will be. So I have no problem promoting Jason Mraz's new album, "We Sing. We Dance. We Steal Things," that comes out June 9th. Love the song. Love the singer. Love sharing it with all of you! (And thanks to my dear friend Emily at &lt;a href="http://vinylmixtape.blogspot.com"&gt;The Vinyl Mixtape&lt;/a&gt; for making me aware of all of these great videos!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EDA4QKviZvQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EDA4QKviZvQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-4538900646412893028?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/4538900646412893028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=4538900646412893028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/4538900646412893028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/4538900646412893028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2008/05/hes-mine.html' title='He&apos;s Mine'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-3280689476000018955</id><published>2008-05-05T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T09:35:55.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Fun'/><title type='text'>Monday Morning Video Fun</title><content type='html'>Just saw this video on El Gaffney's blog (check out the full post &lt;a href="http://elgaffney.blogspot.com/2008/05/acdc-like-youve-never-seen-before.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) and it totally made my Monday morning so much better. Apparently there is a dance battle going on between Miley Cyrus and this crew, via YouTube videos. I haven't seen the Miley video yet, but I think this one wins, due to its many A-list cameos (Lindsay Lohan, Chris Brown, Adam Sandler, Diana Ross, and the Jabawockees crew). Check it out if you need a 7-and-a-half minute escape from reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UA7dEWKAT7Y&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UA7dEWKAT7Y&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-3280689476000018955?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/3280689476000018955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=3280689476000018955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/3280689476000018955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/3280689476000018955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2008/05/monday-morning-video-fun.html' title='Monday Morning Video Fun'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-4332465537092783773</id><published>2008-04-20T22:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T22:32:59.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greek Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Media'/><title type='text'>What? TV doesn't portray reality? No way...</title><content type='html'>I am experiencing a lull in my Netflix queue. Nothing's leaving and nothing new is getting to me. There is only one explanation for this: I currently have at home all 3 discs of the first season of &lt;a href="http://abcfamily.go.com/abcfamily/path/section_Shows+Greek/page_Detail"&gt;Greek&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.abcfamily.com/"&gt;ABC Family&lt;/a&gt; series, currently in the second part of its first season, follows the lives of a group of college students in different (fictional) fraternities and sororities at the fictional Cyprus-Rhodes University. Real-life Greek students seem to be split on the issue. At the outset,  I was against the idea of a show about Greek life that uses a red keg cup as its logo. But one "maybe I'll just watch one episode to see how bad it is" viewing spurred more. And now I'm hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is not a post about how the show misrepresents fraternities and sororities, as I could go on forever about details big and small that they get wrong--and, sometimes, right. The show is true to life in the sense that in any Greek community, there will be people that go to the extreme with the party lifestyle, and there will be people who live in moderation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However. The show gets something wrong on not only in portraying Greeks, but simply in portraying modern college students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell phones and texting are only minimally shown. Computers are only used in an academic sense. No one uses any form of instant messaging, or even vaguely references the Internet. Social media doesn't even seem to exist. And how realistic is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I've seen, college students are always communicating in some form that does not necessarily include face-to-face contact. And sometimes, they are talking face-to-face AND communicating to someone else in another manner. They are connected to each other in dozens of ways, and Greek just doesn't ring true to me in that aspect. And if you ask me, the writers are missing out on some great potential plot twists. Why not have the dean find out about an illegal function via Twitter, or a ZBZ sister get dumped on Facebook? Situations like that happen in real collegiate and Greek life, so why not show it on TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go. The new episode is on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-4332465537092783773?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/4332465537092783773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=4332465537092783773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/4332465537092783773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/4332465537092783773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-tv-doesnt-portray-reality-no-way.html' title='What? TV doesn&apos;t portray reality? No way...'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-6838362283844262603</id><published>2008-04-15T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T15:18:16.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Fun'/><title type='text'>Obsession.</title><content type='html'>It takes a lot for me to actually spend 99 cents on an iTunes song rather than steal it from one of my friends. This is one of those songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Brown (18-year-old phenom) and Jordin Sparks (last season's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Idol &lt;/span&gt;winner) sang their hit duet, "No Air," on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Idol&lt;/span&gt; results show last week. It's hot. So hot that I sat on the floor next to the TV so I could be closer to it. (I don't care if that makes me a cougar, he's 18 and he's amazing!) It's refreshing to see young entertainers who actually have talent, and who clearly have fun doing their jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the clip below, and try not to love the song. (Also, note Chris Brown's new star tattoo behind his right ear. Rihanna, 19-year-old phenom rumored to be his girlfriend, also got a new star tattoo down her back. They're totally doing it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VMSRxKwbMdQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VMSRxKwbMdQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-6838362283844262603?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/6838362283844262603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=6838362283844262603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/6838362283844262603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/6838362283844262603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2008/04/obsession.html' title='Obsession.'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-8534405949001030436</id><published>2008-04-15T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:02:07.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of Oregon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greek Life'/><title type='text'>Millenial Insights</title><content type='html'>This term, I'm one of two teaching assistants in a class at the University of Oregon called Values-Based Leadership. I helped conceptualize and implement this class, and it's great to see it finally come into existence. The title sounds vague, I know, but what I prefer to call it is the Greek Leadership class. Open to new members of the University's fraternity and sorority community, this small class is helping freshmen begin to understand how they can be leaders in their chapters and on campus, by investigating their own personal leadership styles, exploring other styles, and discussing issues for our community. I have seldom met such an impressive group of 18-20 year olds. No, seriously. They blow my mind with some of their insights and comments about what leadership is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm so excited to see how they develop over the next 7 weeks. We have assigned to them a final project of a 3-5 minute documentary video about some issue that pertains to the Oregon Greek community. Today, we helped them brainstorm a list of topics, and seeing their wheels start turning was fantastic. To give them an idea of what such a video could look like, our director showed this video from Kansas State University. While it doesn't directly talk about Greek Life at all, it is A) a unique way to present information, and B) gives some quality insights into today's millenial students. Check it out below, and I'll post class updates from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dGCJ46vyR9o&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dGCJ46vyR9o&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-8534405949001030436?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/8534405949001030436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=8534405949001030436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/8534405949001030436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/8534405949001030436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2008/04/millenial-insights.html' title='Millenial Insights'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-792394176297299191</id><published>2008-04-07T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:00:30.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LinkedIn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Do Social Media Make You Schizophrenic?</title><content type='html'>Right now on Facebook, I "had a perfect spring term weekend."&lt;br /&gt;On AIM, I'm "finance project, then dinner out with ali"&lt;br /&gt;On Twitter, I'm "&lt;span class="entry-title entry-content"&gt;      Blogging about social media kind of feels like a form of existentialism. I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="currently"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On LinkedIn, I'm struggling to find a job.&lt;br /&gt;And I have an entirely different personality on Blogger, mainly because I'm allowed way more characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As social media continue to explode, we suddenly have dozens, sometimes even hundreds, of different ways to express who we are. I'm not even going to list all of the ways social networks allow today's consumer to display information, because there are just way too many. But as a student of social media, it is interesting to note the different ways people tweak their personalities depending on which social medium they are using.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, Facebook is strictly for my friends, and people in my immediate (in real life) social circle. My status frequently includes current song lyrics that reflect my mood or plans, details about what I'm doing that week/weekend, or shout-outs to friends on their birthdays. AIM is the same, just a free way to talk to many people at once. My buddy list is solely people I know and have reason to talk to on a regular basis. My away messages, then, are pretty similar to my Facebook statuses-- what I'm doing, when I'm doing it, and how I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I conduct myself differently in different areas of the Internet. I just started using Twitter, and I've found it more interesting to "follow" people I don't actually know, but who share my interests. With only 140 characters to craft your statement, it feels less creepy to follow someone via Twitter than to follow them on Facebook, with its over-sharing capabilities. So my "tweets" generally have more to do with what's happening in my chosen industry than anything about my emotions. And on LinkedIn, I'm just trying to job hunt, so I limit myself to professional information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managing all this information about myself can be daunting, and it does feel as if I have multiple personalities. Does anyone else feel this way? Is there a way that companies could capitalize on this in any way? Definitely good questions for the Web 2.0 age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-792394176297299191?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/792394176297299191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=792394176297299191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/792394176297299191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/792394176297299191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-social-media-make-you-schizophrenic.html' title='Do Social Media Make You Schizophrenic?'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-8191417922389352089</id><published>2008-04-06T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:00:54.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Thought of the Day</title><content type='html'>Why is coffee you make at home never as good as coffee you have at restaurants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not talking coffee shops, that's a given that it's going to be better. I mean restaurants like your favorite brunch spot, where you can order large amounts of carbs and fats and grease to start off your day. (My personal favorite? Eggs benedict and home fries.) I think it's because when I ask for cream, I actually get cream in all its fat-full glory, whereas at home, I'm health-conscious and just splash in some fat-free milk. Which is basically water. And at restaurants, they have those handy packets of Splenda, which always seems to get my heart racing a little more quickly than actual sugar does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in conclusion: Coffee at restaurants tastes better. Because I put bad-for-me shit in it. Next question: Is it worth it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-8191417922389352089?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/8191417922389352089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=8191417922389352089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/8191417922389352089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/8191417922389352089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-thought-of-day.html' title='Random Thought of the Day'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-158338216075083498</id><published>2008-03-07T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:12:41.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Fun'/><title type='text'>Part 2</title><content type='html'>In case the videos aren't working from the previous post, here are just straight links:&lt;br /&gt;Interview: http://www.comedycentral.com/colbertreport/videos.jhtml?videoId=163295&lt;br /&gt;Duet: http://www.comedycentral.com/colbertreport/videos.jhtml?videoId=156643&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-158338216075083498?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/158338216075083498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=158338216075083498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/158338216075083498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/158338216075083498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-2.html' title='Part 2'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-1460156825219886094</id><published>2008-03-07T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:02:21.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Fun'/><title type='text'>New(s) Habits</title><content type='html'>Morning rituals. Many people have them. For many, the morning is about waking up, eating breakfast, and absorbing that day's news. They may read the paper, watch the local morning news, or listen to NPR while they make their oatmeal. Sometimes this news consumption doesn't happen until they're on their way to work or school--grabbing a paper to read on the subway, sifting through online headlines on their iPhone on the train, or switching on the local newscast on the radio in the car. Either way, many people use "reputable" news sources to start their day, so that they are informed about the changes that have happened in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of these people. Except for that I'm a college student, and a senior, at that. My ritual is a little bit different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this morning, for instance. Woke up without an alarm around 10:30 am (it's Friday, I don't have class, and my paper isn't due until 3pm). Checked my email and my Facebook, then read the latest posts on Perez Hilton. Analysts will note this as an interesting pattern. First, I care about me. Then, I care about what's happening to my friends. Next, I care about finding out gossip about people I don't even know, or who may not even be important in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I make breakfast (granola and yogurt require no cooking) and my coffee (strong). Once I've woken up a little bit, I can actually focus on important news. Contrary to popular belief, college students DO pay attention to serious world matters. Technology (God bless it) has made this even easier. I have set up my iGoogle homepage to give me headlines from the New York Times, BBC World News, the Wall Street Journal, and Rolling Stone. The New York Times emails me a newsletter of all important political articles regarding the Democratic primaries. It lets me get an idea of what's going on, quickly. I'll read articles I find interesting (Hilary's campaign spent $5,000 on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doughnuts?!?&lt;/span&gt;), which inevitably link to more articles, blog posts, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, I don't even get that far. Because my iGoogle homepage also has links to the previous night's episodes of The Colbert Report. And I love him. I always feel like I'm getting some actual news from him (although I usually get more substantial news from The Daily Show with Jon Stewart), and I love his satire. (Yes, it IS satire, he didn't actually have a life-long dream of having a hot dog lunch with President Bush.) He always has interesting guests on, as well. Mike Huckabee's campaign got the boost it needed to stay in the race a little bit longer after he and Stephen played air hockey with puzzle pieces of the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Stephen had Grammy-award winning singer John Legend on the show. If you've read my blog before (hi, Dad), you know that John appeared in will.i.am's "Yes We Can" video for Barack Obama. Legend's commentary on what true patriotism is smart, informed, and modern. No matter who you support, you'll find it's true. Check out the interview here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="videoId=163295" src="http://www.comedycentral.com/sitewide/video_player/view/default/swf.jhtml" quality="high" bgcolor="#cccccc" name="comedy_central_player" allowscriptaccess="always" allownetworking="external" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="316" width="332"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the guy's got talent. And, surprisingly, so does Stephen Colbert! Here's the next segment, of the classic Paul McCartney-Michael Jackson duet, "The Girl is Mine." Happy news-reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="'videoId=" 156643="" src="%27http://www.comedycentral.com/sitewide/video_player/view/default/swf.jhtml%27" quality="'high'" bgcolor="'#cccccc'" name="'comedy_central_player'" allowscriptaccess="'always'" allownetworking="'external'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" pluginspage="'http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'" align="'middle'" height="316" width="332"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-1460156825219886094?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/1460156825219886094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=1460156825219886094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/1460156825219886094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/1460156825219886094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2008/03/news-habits.html' title='New(s) Habits'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-3625922849489559394</id><published>2008-02-27T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:12:31.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Cop-Out Post</title><content type='html'>After filling out one of these at least once a week in middle school, I never really got anymore emails of the "fill out these questions and send it to your friends!" variety. Until yesterday. With no class today, I figured I'd do some soul-searching (however shallow or deep), and post it here. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. What is your occupation?  &lt;b&gt;student/blogger/professional procrastinator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. What color are your socks right now?  &lt;b&gt;flesh colored... I'm barefoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;3. What are you listening to right now?  &lt;b&gt;an iTunes playlist my friend Sarah made... currently playing Amos Lee "Night Train"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was the last thing that you ate?  &lt;b&gt;vanilla yogurt with vanilla &amp;amp; almond granola from Trader Joe's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5. Can you drive a stick shift?  &lt;b&gt;I refuse to try. When I drive, my attention is either on a) the road or b) the radio. A stick shift is too much to handle. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?  &lt;b&gt;Turquoise or very bright yellow&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/b&gt;7. Last person you spoke to on the phone?  &lt;b&gt;Not including the drunk dials I got at 1:30 and 2:20 am... my friend Sarah, last night.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;9. How old are you today?  &lt;b&gt;21&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite drink?  &lt;b&gt;Nonfat vanilla latte from Peet's Coffee &amp;amp; Tea. Or a really good glass of pinot!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your favorite sport to watch?  &lt;b&gt;Baseball and college basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;12. Have you ever dyed your hair?  &lt;b&gt;Just recently gave into blonde highlights... The lack of sunshine in Oregon turned my hair brown.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Pets?  &lt;b&gt;Have a cat at home, will one day get a dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;14. Favorite food?  &lt;b&gt;Red meat and chocolate.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Last movie you watched?  &lt;b&gt;Ocean's 13, but Michael Clayton is up next on my Netflix&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite Day of the year?  &lt;b&gt;A sunny day with the freedom to do anything I want. And Christmas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 17. What do you do to vent anger?  &lt;b&gt;Bitch to one of my friends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What was your favorite toy as a child?  &lt;b&gt;My plastic Play-Skool birthday cake with snap-on frosting that you could "cut" apart! (Can you tell cake is a theme in my life?) The dress-up drawer was a big draw too.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 19. What is your favorite season?  &lt;b&gt;Spring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Hugs or kisses?  &lt;b&gt;Depends on who they're coming from&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Cherry or Blueberry?  &lt;b&gt;Cherry. I'm the kind of person that will only eat the red gummy bears out of the bag.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When was the last time you cried?  &lt;b&gt;When my brother totaled my car 2 and a half weeks ago and I didn't know where he was.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What is on the floor of your closet?  &lt;b&gt;My laundry bag, a clothes hamper full of shoes, and a plastic set of drawers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite smells?  &lt;b&gt;Gardenia, Tuberose, Jasmine, and Christmas trees&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Least favorite smell?  &lt;b&gt;Anything that smells bad?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Who inspires you?  &lt;b&gt;Oprah. (Yeah, I said it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 32. What are you afraid of?  &lt;b&gt;Ants, birds, scary movies.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers?  &lt;b&gt;Plain, with grilled pineapple. I'm also learning to love bacon cheeseburgers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Favorite car?  &lt;b&gt;Large, black Range Rovers. (Environment, shmenvironment.) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite cat breed?  &lt;b&gt;I like them all, but the hairless ones or excessively fluffy ones bug me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="Ih2E3d"&gt; 36. Number of keys on your key ring?  &lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;37. How many years at your current job?  &lt;b&gt;almost 4... graduating in June!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Favorite day of the week?  &lt;b&gt;Sunny Fridays with nothing to do&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. How many states have you lived in?  &lt;b&gt;2: California and Oregon. And London, for 6 weeks.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 40. Do you think you're funny? &lt;b&gt;I sometimes don't know if people are laughing WITH me or AT me. Either one is fine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-3625922849489559394?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/3625922849489559394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=3625922849489559394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/3625922849489559394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/3625922849489559394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2008/02/cop-out-post.html' title='The Cop-Out Post'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-6608414111921496362</id><published>2008-02-05T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:04:21.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Fun'/><title type='text'>Super Tuesday Trumps Super Bowl Sunday</title><content type='html'>I realize that, as an advertising student, I should be all over the Super Bowl ads: which ones I loved (Tide To Go, FedEx pigeons, Justin Timberlake Pepsi), which ones disappointed (pretty much any Budweiser/Bud Lite ads), etc. But, as much fun as making fun of stupidity is, there is a much greater topic to be discussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Super Tuesday. The day when 20 states vote in the presidential primary elections. In this toss-up of an election year, Obama and Hilary have been essentially trading wins back and forth. But with 20 states voting in one day, this one can't end in a draw. My one gripe is that I'm currently registered to vote in the state of Oregon, which doesn't hold its primary until May, so I may not make as much of a difference. Many of you, however, can, and absolutely should. I don't care what side you're on, what color your state is, or how lazy you are. Just get out and vote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need a little push from some celebrity endorsers, I have just the thing. Although this video is clearly in support of Barack Obama, the message is still inspirational. We have the power to change our country, but you can only use that power if you get out and VOTE. If for no other reason, do it for me-- I can't vote until May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2fZHou18Cdk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2fZHou18Cdk&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-6608414111921496362?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/6608414111921496362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=6608414111921496362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/6608414111921496362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/6608414111921496362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-tuesday-trumps-super-bowl-sunday.html' title='Super Tuesday Trumps Super Bowl Sunday'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-5984711627342811101</id><published>2008-02-03T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:04:21.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Fun'/><title type='text'>I Love Parodies, Part 2</title><content type='html'>As a pretty frequent listener of Top 40 radio stations, the same songs get played out quickly. Granted, there are ones you will listen to no matter what ("Buy You a Drank" is one of them for me), but some just get old really fast. Jim Jones' "We Fly High" has definitely had its moment, but now it's just annoying. (You can only yell "BWAALLLIIIIIINNN" so many times before you're over it.) Thankfully, some white boys have parodied it to great success. Maybe I like it because I like parodies, or maybe it's because it reminds me of something my younger brother and his friends would do, or even have done already. Either way, it makes me willing to listen to the song again, which the artist can't complain about too much. My favorite parts: the fact that the boys are wearing Hollister and North Face--not urban by ANY means; and they included a token black guy. Enjoy it for yourself, below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1738069&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1738069&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-5984711627342811101?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/5984711627342811101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=5984711627342811101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/5984711627342811101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/5984711627342811101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-love-parodies-part-2.html' title='I Love Parodies, Part 2'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-3916863359333824959</id><published>2008-02-02T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:12:31.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Does a Guitar Make You Sexy?</title><content type='html'>There must be some unwritten rule that all male singer-songwriters that I like must be somewhat odd-looking. (See: &lt;a href="http://www.orbitcast.com/archives/john-mayer.jpg"&gt;John Mayer&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.frontiertouring.com.au/artists/Morrison_06/JamesMorrison.jpg"&gt;James Morrison&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ecorazzi.com/wp-content/themes/roundedv2/oceana_large/Jason_Mraz_lrg.jpg"&gt;Jason Mraz&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://a.abcnews.com/images/Nightline/ap_james_blunt_070920_ms.jpg"&gt;James Blunt&lt;/a&gt;. Also note that their names must start with J.) Maybe it's so that people will take their music seriously because they're not traditionally attractive men. This is akin to Jessica Alba saying she doesn't use her looks to get parts because she is a "serious actress." But maybe it's because these men were shy and insecure in high school because of their looks, so none of the girls wanted them, so they joined the band, picked up a guitar, and then spent all their time locked in their rooms writing moody songs about the girls who don't want them because they're in the band. Seems to have worked out in the end, don't you think? They serve as a lesson for high schoolers everywhere: the boys in the band will end up being hotter than the boys on the football team. Band boys, have faith. Girls, take note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-3916863359333824959?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/3916863359333824959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=3916863359333824959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/3916863359333824959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/3916863359333824959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2008/02/does-guitar-make-you-sexy.html' title='Does a Guitar Make You Sexy?'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-3067815990986671714</id><published>2008-01-23T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:04:21.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Fun'/><title type='text'>10 Things I Miss About Heath</title><content type='html'>If you've been living under a rock recently, you should probably sit down. I have some tragic news: Heath Ledger has died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not living under a rock, then you already know this sad fact. And you also know that his death is speculated to be a result of an accidental overdose, due to mixing prescription and over-the-counter sleeping pills. You also know that he has a sweet 2-year-old daughter, Matilda, who will never know her father. You also know that he was nominated for a Best Actor Oscar for his performance as Ennis Del Mar in the ground-breaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brokeback Mountain&lt;/span&gt; in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember Heath in his breakout role as Patrick Verona in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10 Things I Hate About You&lt;/span&gt;, one of the great teen movies of my time. (My 19-year-old brother has called it "one of the most underrated films in cinematic history.") He was the mysteriously sexy, but still sweet, teen heartthrob that even my mother loved. As many members of the media have pointed out, he could have been one of the great actors of our time, and his early death and career have been compared to that of the late great James Dean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, in memoriam, I give you this, my favorite Heath Ledger movie moment. May he rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BIW7WXPb-dc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BIW7WXPb-dc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-3067815990986671714?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/3067815990986671714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=3067815990986671714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/3067815990986671714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/3067815990986671714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2008/01/10-things-i-miss-about-heath.html' title='10 Things I Miss About Heath'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-8224684077893761906</id><published>2008-01-21T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:04:22.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Fun'/><title type='text'>News Flash: Kids are Idiots</title><content type='html'>This Australian news clip is making its way around the blogs today. Some kid had a party when his parents were out of town. Big surprise. Except this party got out of hand, with kids damaging the cars of both the neighbors and the police. But the kid feels no remorse, gives attitude to the newscaster, and claims that he would do it all again because all his friends say it was the best party ever. My favorite part is when he won't take off his sunglasses because he says "they're famous." Check out the video for yourself, it's worth a good laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xc0CB6URrV0&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xc0CB6URrV0&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-8224684077893761906?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/8224684077893761906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=8224684077893761906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/8224684077893761906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/8224684077893761906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2008/01/news-flash-kids-are-idiots.html' title='News Flash: Kids are Idiots'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-6337947665560215114</id><published>2008-01-20T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:12:17.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of Oregon'/><title type='text'>Dance Marathon, Part 2</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update on the aftermath of Dance Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two articles in local Eugene papers about the event, if you're one of those people that likes their news unbiased and proofread. (Reporting, shmeporting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oregon Daily Emerald&lt;/span&gt;'s piece is &lt;a href="http://media.www.dailyemerald.com/media/storage/paper859/news/2008/01/14/News/Good-Moves.Great.Cause-3150802.shtml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Next, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Register-Guard&lt;/span&gt;'s piece is &lt;a href="http://registerguard.com/csp/cms/sites/dt.cms.support.viewStory.cls?cid=48387&amp;amp;sid=4&amp;amp;fid=1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another benefit of the articles in legit news sources is that they have pictures. But nothing can top this picture that ended the slideshow that was shown in the last minutes of the 15 hours of Dance Marathon 2008. It captures a DM dancer in all her glory: sweaty, wearing shades she found on the stage and beads she got from the Morale Director, fully experiencing a dancing delirium, and loving every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0Dk2RZbzJU/R5QmxP0aVTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-wdYBOqhcpE/s1600-h/dance+marathon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0Dk2RZbzJU/R5QmxP0aVTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-wdYBOqhcpE/s200/dance+marathon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157790100747867442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, that is me. And yes, it was hour 14 of dancing. Don't judge me.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-6337947665560215114?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/6337947665560215114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=6337947665560215114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/6337947665560215114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/6337947665560215114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2008/01/dance-marathon-part-2.html' title='Dance Marathon, Part 2'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0Dk2RZbzJU/R5QmxP0aVTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-wdYBOqhcpE/s72-c/dance+marathon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-2528405576617929654</id><published>2008-01-13T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:12:17.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of Oregon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Fun'/><title type='text'>A Shameless Pat on My Back</title><content type='html'>Last night, I participated in one of my favorite philanthropic events: the University of Oregon's Dance Marathon, a 15-hour dance party to raise money for the Children's Miracle Network. This incredibly worthy cause provides funding to hospitals (in our case, Sacred Heart Medical Center in Eugene and Doernbecher Children's Hospital in Portland) to buy  equipment for their neo-natal intensive care units. Local families who have benefited from the services that CMN provides came to DM and shared their incredible stories. One set of twin boys ran circles around their mother onstage as she told of their heart failure and teensy size as a result of their 3-months-too-early birth. Without the CMN-funded equipment, they would not have survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the promotional video the DM crew made of last year's event, the first ever event of its kind on the Oregon campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pc_zYjqnBQ8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pc_zYjqnBQ8&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I wore jeans and flip flops, had a great time, ended up exhausted, and helped raise $17,800.&lt;br /&gt;This year, I wore workout shorts and tennis shoes, had an amazing time, ended up with blisters and a stiff back, and helped raise $32,000-- and the money is still coming in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6:30 am to make it to my 7:15 check-in time, and pretty much didn't stop moving until midnight. If you think I was actually dancing uninhibited the whole time... well, you're close to correct. First, everyone learns the Morale Dance, a big line dance that is performed once an hour, partially to keep track of the hours and partially to get everyone doing the same thing at once to, you guessed it, boost morale. Here is a practice video of this year's dance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XhNsP9xv0VE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XhNsP9xv0VE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different DJs played sets, dance instructors taught us how to salsa and waltz, three different UO dance teams performed, a high school a capella group sang, and we played various games. But in between all of that, we were dancing and dancing and dancing. The only time I sat was when I was going to the bathroom and when I was putting Band-Aids on my feet to prevent blisters. (That didn't work.) I may be sore today, but getting together with a huge group of people for such a great cause was a blast. I felt so proud when they announced the total at the end of the night, because I know that all of that money is going directly into my community. Plus, I can never turn down a dance party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where's my Advil?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-2528405576617929654?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/2528405576617929654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=2528405576617929654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/2528405576617929654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/2528405576617929654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2008/01/shameless-pat-on-my-back.html' title='A Shameless Pat on My Back'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-456705385957704534</id><published>2008-01-04T22:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T22:31:21.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting Apathy</title><content type='html'>I fully believe that ignorance and apathy are diseases. Curable, but still, diseases. And with the presidential primary elections rapidly approaching, I felt myself coming down with a bit of ignorance. I knew vaguely who I wanted to vote for, but I needed to know more to feel better about my vote. But although I love researching things, I am also very lazy. I didn't want to slog through dozens of newspaper columns and heavily spun candidate websites. I wanted quick synopses, a yes or no, for or against, for every issue I cared about. I even wanted someone to look at me, take note of my beliefs, and then tell me who to vote for. (Yes, I'm that lazy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, such a place exists! &lt;a href="http://glassbooth.org"&gt;Glassbooth.org&lt;/a&gt; not only tells you, succinctly, where each candidate stands on each issue (with voting records and quotes to back it up), but--wait for it--THERE IS A QUIZ TO TELL YOU WHO TO VOTE FOR. Genius. It's a little more complex than the Cosmo quiz (thankfully). First, you assign points to how important various issues are to you, and then you answer questions as to how strongly you support or oppose various issues. Then, poof! In less than five minutes, you have a candidate to vote for. Or at least research further, if you're nerdy like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. Now you have absolutely NO reason to shirk your civic duty. Learn! Vote!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-456705385957704534?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/456705385957704534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=456705385957704534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/456705385957704534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/456705385957704534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2008/01/fighting-apathy.html' title='Fighting Apathy'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-8106614538897000813</id><published>2008-01-03T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T14:30:43.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Go To the Movies</title><content type='html'>With a month off of school and a plethora of Oscar hopefuls flooding the multiplexes in time for the holiday season, I get a lot of good movie-watching done over the break. Some were on DVD, since I sometimes have an aversion to leaving the house, some were second viewings, and some were first-runs in the theaters. As the TV writers' strike doesn't seem to have an end in sight, these may be some acceptable substitutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/i/images/in-the-land-of-women-poster-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/i/images/in-the-land-of-women-poster-0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the Lan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d of Women&lt;/span&gt;: Starring Adam Brody (whom I miss dearly since I stopped watching The O.C. three years ago), and Meg Ryan (and her overinflated lips). Like a combination of a little bit of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Garden State&lt;/span&gt; and a little bit of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Graduate&lt;/span&gt;, it features a love triangle between a mom (Ryan), her daughter (Kristen Stewart, looking somewhat like a heroin addict), and the new boy next door (Brody). Props to supporting characters of the crazy grandmother and the precocious little sister, non-props to scenes featuring Brody in a tshirt and basketball shorts... I love him, but his legs are just too skinny to wear that look. A good movie for a dreary day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a0/Simpsons_final_poster.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a0/Simpsons_final_poster.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Simpsons Movie&lt;/span&gt;: I've never been an avid watcher of the TV show, but I always get a kick out of the implicit social commentary. Putting the town of Springfield under a giant dome was a good way to make the TV series expandable for the big screen. The "Spider-Pig" sequence was the only thing I was familiar with from the trailer, and even that paid off and was actually funny. Good for some mindless laughs, even if you're not intimately familiar with the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.firstshowing.net/img/juno-poster2-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.firstshowing.net/img/juno-poster2-big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juno&lt;/span&gt;: Pregnancy seems to be excessively trendy these days, even when unexpected. As my best friend put it, "Abortions are totally out." Even though this plot revolves around the unplanned pregnancy of a 16-year-old high schooler (who is NOT Jamie-Lynn Spears), the protagonist is seen as selfless, not scandalous. Michael Cera (of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Superbad &lt;/span&gt;fame) is adorably dorkish as the "totally boss" Paulie Bleeker, and Ellen Page has a breakout performance as the title character. (Although seeing her tiny body with a pregnant belly is kind of painful.) The writing of Diablo Cody is the kind that makes me re-vow to write my own screenplay someday, and the teen dialogue is refreshingly believable. (One of my pet peeves is when writers are completely out of touch with teen and twenty-something slang.) This feel-good indie has been recognized with Golden Globe nominations for Best Actress, Best Picture (Musical or Comedy), and Best Screenplay, all of which are deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2007/10/16/27-dresses-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2007/10/16/27-dresses-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;27 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;: Shameless romantic comedy featuring the lovely Katherine Heigl and the very pretty James Marsden. Jane (Heigl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; has been a bridesmaid 27 times, and has the closet full of ugly dresses to prove it. Kevin (Marsden) is the "Commitments" writer for the fictional New York Journal, and is assigned to cover the wedding of Jane's sister to the man that Jane secretly loves. Fairly predictable plot, but just when it starts to get a little too corny, writer Aline Brosh McKenna throws in a sarcastic line that perfectly cuts through the cheesiness. The people are pretty, Heigl's Jane is easy to root for, and I'm a sucker for wedding movies with happy endings. A great chick flick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bugmusic.com/media/images/superbad-bigposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.bugmusic.com/media/images/superbad-bigposter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Superbad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;: The second viewing of this member of the Judd Apatow dynasty of films is just as good as the first. Love Seth, Evan, and McLovin, could do with less of the cops. Again, the writing captures how high schoolers really speak to one another (but with considerably more swearing than in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juno&lt;/span&gt;), and has some very believable sequences, which doesn't always happen in high school coming-of-age comedies. Favorite lines include the infinitely repeatable "Chicka chicka yeaaaah," and the not-as-repeatable "No one's gotten a hand job in cargo shorts since 'Nam." Great for mindless entertainment, or maybe a drinking game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-8106614538897000813?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/8106614538897000813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=8106614538897000813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/8106614538897000813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/8106614538897000813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2008/01/lets-go-to-movies.html' title='Let&apos;s Go To the Movies'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-4961657252351446372</id><published>2007-12-27T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T16:38:19.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear John</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://johnmayer.com/media/images/blog/IMG00231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://johnmayer.com/media/images/blog/IMG00231.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've gotten some great advice from John Mayer in the past. (Not personally, of course, although I can dare to dream.) For instance, at his concert in June, he warned us ladies to stay away from guys who wear their hats at an angle. He even made the connection that the angle of the hat corresponded directly to how much of a dick the guy is. Great advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, John is helping us out by attempting to define the modern douche-bag, along with a helpful image demonstrating what one may look like. If you are curious as to his definition, check it out &lt;a href="http://johnmayer.com/blog#1985"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Let it be your guide. He's never steered me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Kate/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-4961657252351446372?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/4961657252351446372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=4961657252351446372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/4961657252351446372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/4961657252351446372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2007/12/dear-john.html' title='Dear John'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-587990816207310570</id><published>2007-12-21T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T21:41:08.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Christmas Present Ever</title><content type='html'>In honor of one of my favorite holidays, here is the best way to pass the time after you've opened your Christmas presents... or the time spent in anxious anticipation of said presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado, I present: make your own ugly Christmas sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weloveholidaysweaters.wehatesheep.com/"&gt;http://weloveholidaysweaters.wehatesheep.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all, and happy knitting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-587990816207310570?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/587990816207310570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=587990816207310570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/587990816207310570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/587990816207310570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2007/12/best-christmas-present-ever.html' title='Best Christmas Present Ever'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-6857549196462181347</id><published>2007-12-18T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:04:22.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Fun'/><title type='text'>Is This Your Biggest Problem?</title><content type='html'>There is a crisis happening on the Internet and in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perez Hilton's YouTube account got suspended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe me, see &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8H7uRbbH2Bo"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt; of the celebrity gossip blogger himself, detailing why his account was suspended and why it's such a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that what he does on his gossip site is actually what he does for a living, and this could cause some problems with his job, but isn't there something better he could be doing than whining on YouTube, ABOUT YouTube? He claims that he drives more traffic to YouTube than anyone else on the Internet, so why doesn't he use his power to inform his millions of readers about something that even marginally matters? Don't get me wrong, reading Perez is one of my guilty pleasures, but sometimes there is more to life than a website not letting you post Liza Minnelli's drunken on-stage ramblings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-6857549196462181347?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/6857549196462181347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=6857549196462181347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/6857549196462181347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/6857549196462181347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2007/12/is-this-your-biggest-problem.html' title='Is This Your Biggest Problem?'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-506670071774064509</id><published>2007-12-15T23:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T23:31:23.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Love: The Office, and Parodies.</title><content type='html'>By this year, everyone has seen the "Elf Yourself" website, created last year by OfficeMax. (Or is it Staples? I can never remember. Leaves you questioning the success of their branding, doesn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you may not be familiar with OfficeMax's smaller competitor, Dunder Mifflin, a paper company based in the Northeast. In an effort to stay up to date with its "big-box" competitor, DM has come out with their own twist on "Elf Yourself" -- "&lt;a href="http://www.gnomeyourself.com/"&gt;Gnome Yourself&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Dunder Mifflin is the fictional paper company on which the TV show "The Office" is based. Which makes "Gnome Yourself" that much more fun, since in addition to putting your own face on an elf, you can "gnome" characters from the show, and send them to your friends. Dwight and Creed make especially creepy gnomes, while Toby's just looks sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So spread some holiday cheer, but make sure the people you spread it to are Office fans... otherwise they might not get it. But it's quick, it's easy, and it feels good... that's what she said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-506670071774064509?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/506670071774064509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=506670071774064509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/506670071774064509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/506670071774064509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2007/12/things-i-love-office-and-parodies.html' title='Things I Love: The Office, and Parodies.'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-1235802292160913152</id><published>2007-12-08T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T15:19:24.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Fun'/><title type='text'>YouTube Will Take Over the World.</title><content type='html'>YouTube has announced that it is partnering with a couple hardware makers to make posting videos to its site that much easier. Casio is one of the major manufacturers, with its new Exilim camera that comes with YouTube-specific uploading software. It also records videos in settings that are already set to upload perfectly to the specifications of YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, it's a nice feature, and you get a cool little YouTube sticker on your camera, but is it really that innovative? Based on the large amount of crap that ends up on the internet, it can't be all that hard to simply upload a video to YouTube. It seems like this feature will be used largely by suburban moms who want to put videos of school pageants online for extended family to watch. Or they will be used by college students to more easily record and post videos while they are still drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this new partnership, I forsee more gems like this making their way onto the Internet for all to see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8FdxjyE5F3w&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8FdxjyE5F3w&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-1235802292160913152?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/1235802292160913152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=1235802292160913152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/1235802292160913152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/1235802292160913152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2007/12/youtube-will-take-over-world.html' title='YouTube Will Take Over the World.'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-7266761387165464173</id><published>2007-12-06T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:04:22.002-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Fun'/><title type='text'>Collaboration is a Beautiful Thing</title><content type='html'>Nothing to really comment on here. My obsession with John Mayer is pretty widely known, so there's really no explanation as to why I so thoroughly enjoy this clip. I think the fact that he can basically just jump in with another band, sing his own song AND mix in another hit song speaks to his talent as an artist. You would never see Britney Spears doing that... but then again, there are a lot of things you would never see her doing. Like being a responsible citizen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enjoy this clip of John Mayer singing a mash-up of "Waiting on the World to Change" and Alicia Keys's "No One."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XPjZdTbKo5A&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XPjZdTbKo5A&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-7266761387165464173?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/7266761387165464173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=7266761387165464173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/7266761387165464173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/7266761387165464173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2007/12/collaboration-is-beautiful-thing.html' title='Collaboration is a Beautiful Thing'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-5035457794896625400</id><published>2007-12-02T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T14:18:28.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Didn't I Think of This?</title><content type='html'>I have discovered my dream job. Sadly, someone is already doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean Aiken, a 25 year old from Canada, has decided that he doesn't know what his passion in life is, at least not in terms of what he wants to do for a living. So he had the incredible idea of doing a different job each week, for one year. Of course, he is chronicling this adventure in a blog, called &lt;a href="http://www.oneweekjob.com"&gt;One Week Job&lt;/a&gt;. The way the media world is working right now, he will most likely have a book deal at the end of the year, and then will probably sell the rights to his story to some major Hollywood production company, who will probably make it into a movie starring Shia LeBoeuf or Zac Efron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the outcome of this adventure, it sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me. This guy gets to travel the country, meet lots of different people, try out 52 different careers, and just write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is the way life should be. In our ADD-ridden culture, people move from job to job frequently. So why not make a permanent career out of it? The advertising world, with its seemingly revolving door system of hiring and firing, scares the crap out of me. Our grandparents had the same jobs for 50 years, but do those kind of careers exist anymore? The job market drastically changed from our grandparents' generation to our parents' generation, and who knows what will happen with ours. Variety is the spice of life, and I think this guy is spicing it up perfectly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-5035457794896625400?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/5035457794896625400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=5035457794896625400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/5035457794896625400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/5035457794896625400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2007/12/why-didnt-i-think-of-this.html' title='Why Didn&apos;t I Think of This?'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-7062507602327541959</id><published>2007-11-29T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:04:22.002-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Fun'/><title type='text'>Why the Writer's Strike Needs to End.</title><content type='html'>I'll admit it, I occasionally enjoy watching The Hills. Mostly so that I can mock it and its fake-ness. But given the recent writer's strike in Hollywood, my favorite (openly scripted) shows have been running into their last episodes. This forces me to watch "reality" programming such as The Hills. (Which is clearly not reality, and is clearly scripted. But whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video, a parody of The Hills with James Franco and Mila Kunis, is so eerily close to the actual show it makes me sick... but makes me laugh at the same time. END THE WRITER'S STRIKE, BRING BACK REAL TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="464" height="388" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=56c2d6a703"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed width="464" height="388" flashvars="key=56c2d6a703" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/56c2d6a703"&gt;The Hills with James Franco and Mila Kunis&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com"&gt;FunnyOrDie.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-7062507602327541959?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/7062507602327541959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=7062507602327541959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/7062507602327541959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/7062507602327541959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-writers-strike-needs-to-end.html' title='Why the Writer&apos;s Strike Needs to End.'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440044335105452467.post-3668728070418481161</id><published>2007-11-28T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T23:14:58.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Verge of the Unknown</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's true. I gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that it was about time I started a blog. And I mean a real, grown-up blog, one that I update regularly with things that may be entertaining or even useful for the rest of the world. This is, of course, opposed to blogs that are full of adolescent word vomit, or a means to passive-aggressively make one's feelings known to one's friends and enemies. Those are boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know exactly what this will be yet. That's sort of the story of my life right now, though-- I don't know exactly what it will be yet. But in the mean time, I will be contributing to the blogosphere by posting things that I find interesting, meaningful, helpful, and just plain funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start by letting you in on the inspiration for the title of this blog. It comes from a new song by one of my favorite singers, John Mayer, called "Say." It's from an upcoming movie called "The Bucket List," starring Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman, which, I believe, is about two old men who are dying and decide to do all the things they've always wanted to do. It's sort of a "carpe diem" anthem, reminding us to not hold back, and just, well, say what we need to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the lyrics, enjoy! (Oh, and the video is free to download on iTunes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Say,” John Mayer&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Take all of your wasted honor&lt;br /&gt;Every little past frustration&lt;br /&gt;Take all of your so-called problems&lt;br /&gt;Better put ‘em in quotations&lt;br /&gt;And just say what you need to say…&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Walking like a one man army&lt;br /&gt;Fighting with the shadows in your head&lt;br /&gt;Living out the same old moment&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you’d be better off instead if you could only&lt;br /&gt;Say what you need to say…&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have no fear in for giving in&lt;br /&gt;Have no fear in forgiving over&lt;br /&gt;You better know that in the end&lt;br /&gt;It’s better to say too much&lt;br /&gt;Than never to say what you need to say again&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even if your hands are shaking&lt;br /&gt;And your faith is broken&lt;br /&gt;Even as the eyes are closing&lt;br /&gt;Do it with a heart wide open&lt;br /&gt;Say what you need to say…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440044335105452467-3668728070418481161?l=klzvb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/feeds/3668728070418481161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440044335105452467&amp;postID=3668728070418481161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/3668728070418481161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440044335105452467/posts/default/3668728070418481161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klzvb.blogspot.com/2007/11/verge-of-unknown.html' title='The Verge of the Unknown'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00650240373171912023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
