<?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-1735976217883619967</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:33:59.059-06:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='childhood'/><category term='Violet Blue'/><category term='Johnny Depp'/><category term='fantasy life'/><category term='Gaper&apos;s Block'/><category term='Netflix'/><category term='band geek'/><category term='Chicago Tribune'/><category term='Peter Dinklange'/><category term='Mythic Creatures'/><category term='theatre'/><category term='Indiana'/><category term='The Field Museum'/><category term='LOLCat'/><category term='Illinois Archives'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='middle school'/><category term='&quot;Mary Poppins&quot;'/><category term='sex'/><category term='Newsies'/><category term='Death at a Funeral'/><category term='Chicago'/><category term='Stroller'/><category term='Tribune'/><category term='Weight Watchers'/><category term='Art Institute'/><category term='Steve Martin'/><category term='Roscoe Village'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='Bruce Patterson'/><category term='laws'/><category term='Celebrating Women'/><category term='Pachelbel'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='Field Museum'/><category term='Edward Hopper'/><category term='wiki how'/><category term='musicals'/><category term='St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><category term='Millennium Park'/><category term='Murray'/><category term='Ohio'/><category term='polar bear'/><category term='Sophie'/><category term='gym'/><category term='cougar'/><category term='college'/><category term='Deeply Rooted'/><category term='Knut'/><category term='Primaries'/><category term='Southwest'/><category term='theater'/><category term='blizzard'/><category term='Rob Paravonian'/><category term='diet coke chicken'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='unicorns'/><category term='revelations'/><category term='Avenue Q'/><category term='Christian Bale'/><category term='Tsavo Lions'/><category term='NewCity'/><category term='Hillary Clinton'/><category term='Barack Obama'/><category term='sexually explicit'/><category term='cat'/><category term='love'/><category term='Chicagoist'/><category term='&quot;Broadway in Chicago&quot;'/><category term='Kitchenaid'/><title type='text'>Chicago Notes...</title><subtitle type='html'>Because I'd rather put it online, than be one of those crazies who talks to themselves.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-1477734363423497395</id><published>2009-03-12T13:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:22:29.762-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Broadway in Chicago&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Mary Poppins&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theatre'/><title type='text'>A Spoonful of Sugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/SblRrWtf4aI/AAAAAAAAAJc/aHWJZKPWv-A/s1600-h/mary-poppins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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 &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Palace&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, with bitter, bitter thoughts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While I like the movie, it’s a little too sugary-sweet for my taste, and really, who’s going to be a better Mary Poppins than &lt;a href="http://ifmomsaysok.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/mary_poppins.jpg"&gt;Julie freaking Andrews&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Two hours and forty-five minutes of song, dance, and FLYING later, I’m a convert.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My skeptical side was won over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;While my favorite songs (&lt;i style=""&gt;Step in Time, Feed the Birds, Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious&lt;/i&gt;) are all still there, Cameron Mackintosh has brought this musical beyond sugar and given it some substance. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sticking closer to the book, than Disney’s original movie, the plot is a little deeper and even a little darker. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Characters are a little less one-dimensional, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;audiences learn why George Banks, the strict, stoic pop of Jane and Michael, is so hard on his children, and Mrs. Banks, is given a bit of history herself (though I do have some complaints about that storyline).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In addition, Jane and Michael are just plain brattier.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This new take is what saves &lt;i style=""&gt;Mary Poppins &lt;/i&gt;from becoming a typical movie-turned-musical. (&lt;i style=""&gt;Dirty Dancing &lt;/i&gt;producers PLEASE take note.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The stage show is not a regurgitation of the movie with some extra songs thrown in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead, audiences are given something new (and arguably better) than the movie they know and love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was also thrilled to death to see a huge chorus who fill the stage as Londoners, magical-marble statues, &lt;a href="http://broadwayinchicago.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/step-in-time-cropped.jpg"&gt;chimney-sweeps&lt;/a&gt;, and stars (as in the sky, not celebrities).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In a sense, &lt;i style=""&gt;Mary Poppins &lt;/i&gt;is going to back to the traditional, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Rogers&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and Hammerstein musical, and truly, I have no objections. The costumes are fantastic and the set is truly amazing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From the Banks’ house which opens and closes like a doll house, to the oppressive bank where George spends his days, the set is fairy tale, but not cartoonish.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Truly a perfect blend for this magical show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The show is scheduled to run through May 17, though I wonder whether it will be extended at least once until June at least. Seems like a perfect pull for all the families of tourists this summer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tickets are $30 to $90 (I would stick to the mezzanine for this one, you want to see Mary fly don’t you?) and available at &lt;a href="http://www.ticketmaster.com/Mary-Poppins-Chicago-tickets/artist/1246643?brand=broadwayic&amp;amp;camefrom=CFC_BUYAT_bic2000"&gt;Ticketmaster&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735976217883619967-1477734363423497395?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/1477734363423497395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=1477734363423497395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/1477734363423497395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/1477734363423497395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2009/03/spoonful-of-sugar.html' title='A Spoonful of Sugar'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/SblRrWtf4aI/AAAAAAAAAJc/aHWJZKPWv-A/s72-c/mary-poppins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-3169690938709715904</id><published>2008-09-14T20:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:12:51.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best SNL Opener EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48cd3b64ddb82bd0/48cd0cf97d529c95/be940ef3" id="W4727a250e66f972348cd3b64ddb82bd0" height="283" width="384"&gt;&lt;param value="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48cd3b64ddb82bd0/48cd0cf97d529c95/be940ef3" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;param value="all" name="allowNetworking"&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowScriptAccess"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735976217883619967-3169690938709715904?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3169690938709715904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=3169690938709715904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/3169690938709715904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/3169690938709715904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/09/best-snl-opener-ever.html' title='Best SNL Opener EVER'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-2365215361125622468</id><published>2008-06-25T12:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:17:19.351-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Illinois Archives'/><title type='text'>From The Field Museum Archives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/SGJ9i_RISnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ukYlEKEu7-Q/s1600-h/getimage.exe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/SGJ9i_RISnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ukYlEKEu7-Q/s400/getimage.exe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215869358500760178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caption to this photo says "6 men on West steps, one holding small cat." I absolutely love it. There's an entire &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;library&lt;/span&gt; of archived images on the &lt;a href="http://www.idaillinois.org/cdm4/item_viewer.php?CISOROOT=/fmnh2&amp;amp;CISOPTR=314&amp;amp;DMSCALE=100&amp;amp;DMWIDTH=600&amp;amp;DMHEIGHT=600&amp;amp;DMX=225&amp;amp;DMY=73&amp;amp;DMMODE=viewer&amp;amp;DMTEXT=&amp;amp;REC=8&amp;amp;DMTHUMB=0&amp;amp;DMROTATE=0"&gt;Illinois Digital Archives&lt;/a&gt; site. Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735976217883619967-2365215361125622468?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/2365215361125622468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=2365215361125622468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/2365215361125622468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/2365215361125622468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/06/from-field-museum-archives.html' title='From The Field Museum Archives'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/SGJ9i_RISnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ukYlEKEu7-Q/s72-c/getimage.exe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-834760595924467116</id><published>2008-04-22T22:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:49:55.360-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitchenaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Why I want to get married</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Before you freak and say "oh great, another 20-something girl desperately seeking marriage," hear me out. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WANT THE PRESENTS&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specifically, the KitchenAid Stand Mixer.  In lime green please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/SA6wrnokTpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6mXoQpIezhI/s1600-h/Stand+Mixer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/SA6wrnokTpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6mXoQpIezhI/s400/Stand+Mixer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192281683824758418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's kind of a ridiculous purchase for someone living alone to have, so I'm thinking a wedding is the perfect way to get it. Gotta love registering for gifts.  I see myself spending weekends in the kitchen baking cakes, trying new recipes, and hosting dinner parties prepared with my beautiful mixer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking I may just get a boy on the street and ask him to marry me.  We can register for all the things we both want, then go our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1735976217883619967-834760595924467116?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/834760595924467116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=834760595924467116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/834760595924467116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/834760595924467116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-i-want-to-get-married.html' title='Why I want to get married'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/SA6wrnokTpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6mXoQpIezhI/s72-c/Stand+Mixer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-6745880170304028292</id><published>2008-04-21T23:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:17:32.489-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Bale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newsies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musicals'/><title type='text'>Carrying the Banner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I first discovered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Newsies &lt;/span&gt;when I was in 2nd or 3rd grade, and my mom let me choose the movie to rent on some Friday night.  It was the beginning of multiple obsessions: Christian Bale, catchy song and dance numbers, and unions.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a moment of nostalgia I put it in my Netflix queue, and just watched it tonight.  Truly, it's just as good as it was way back in 1992.  I definitely still know all the moves to "Seize the Day" from my jr. high show choir days. Awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to see that this was one of Disney's lowest grossing films.  Everyone I know loves it, but hey, we were kids, and suckers for a song and dance.  The whole Broadway Disney crew needs to get working on a live action version to open about 10-15 years from now.  I guarantee every person my age will totally take their kids to see it, just to relive their childhood.  It'd make a killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r_x658BgJMc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&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/r_x658BgJMc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/1735976217883619967-6745880170304028292?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6745880170304028292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=6745880170304028292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/6745880170304028292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/6745880170304028292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/04/carrying-banner.html' title='Carrying the Banner'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-7320239385833446166</id><published>2008-04-21T22:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T22:55:27.710-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet coke chicken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Watchers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>My New Favorite Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Those that know me, know that I'm kind of one of those girls who finds a recipe and sticks with it forever.  I eat my mom's "Italian chicken" at least once every two weeks, usually once a week.  It's not that I don't like new food, it's just that when you're cooking for one, doing fat camp (my secret code for Weight Watchers), and on a tight budget, it's a giant pain in the ass to make an entire dish, find out you don't like it or end up having to eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner until you're sick of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That being said, I was trolling fat camp boards the other day and found a recipe that's crazy yummy and beyond easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gents, Diet Coke Chicken:&lt;br /&gt;chicken breast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1/2 cup Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup ketchup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Brown the chicken in a skillet coated with Pam.  Mix ketchup and Diet Coke in bowl until smooth. Place chicken in deep baking dish and pour mixture over chicken.  (Make sure your baking dish is small enough that the mixture will cover the chicken) Place in preheated oven at 375 and bake for 45-60 minutes.  Let stand for five minutes then serve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/SA1hOnokToI/AAAAAAAAAF8/f1Bq3ANl0so/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/SA1hOnokToI/AAAAAAAAAF8/f1Bq3ANl0so/s400/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191912849213247106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Very delicious--a tangy sweetness and very low in points too!&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/1735976217883619967-7320239385833446166?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/7320239385833446166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=7320239385833446166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/7320239385833446166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/7320239385833446166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-new-favorite-chicken.html' title='My New Favorite Chicken'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/SA1hOnokToI/AAAAAAAAAF8/f1Bq3ANl0so/s72-c/032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-944247687544008783</id><published>2008-04-20T21:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:35:29.336-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revelations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avenue Q'/><title type='text'>I'm too old for this shit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/SAwDwXQAbAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/DOhr3TwCvME/s1600-h/danny+glover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/SAwDwXQAbAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/DOhr3TwCvME/s320/danny+glover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191528599861095426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh, Danny Glover.  Truer words were never spoken.  This past weekend I made the trek back to my college to see some old friends and "celebrate."  While it was undeniably a good time, I realized that I am beyond past my college years.  It's been 2 years since I was a student, and apparently I aged more in those two years than I have in my entire life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird when you realize a part of your life is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;truly &lt;/span&gt;gone.  There have been times since  graduation that I've thought how great it would be to back in school, but this weekend, I realized that there's no way I could ever go back.  While it makes me sad to realize that an era is officially over, I'm also pretty happy.  I don't think I ever want to get to a point in my life when I go "Oh XYZ were the best days of my life."  I feel like that is a pretty depressing thought. I'm 24 and if I'd already peaked, what would I have to look forward to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, a musical sums up my life perfectly.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avenue Q's&lt;/span&gt; song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Wish I Could Go Back to College&lt;/span&gt; has been in my head for awhile now, and I finally found the original cast singing it on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Regis and Kelly&lt;/span&gt;.  It's a crazy shitty version seeing that someone literally taped the tv screen AND the pianist fucked up and skipped 4 bars in the beginning, but at least it's something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a1yjAnMbXHE&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/a1yjAnMbXHE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/1735976217883619967-944247687544008783?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/944247687544008783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=944247687544008783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/944247687544008783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/944247687544008783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-too-old-for-this-shit.html' title='I&apos;m too old for this shit!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/SAwDwXQAbAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/DOhr3TwCvME/s72-c/danny+glover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-8524193578052437673</id><published>2008-04-17T13:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T13:14:00.127-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pachelbel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band geek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rob Paravonian'/><title type='text'>Pachelbel Rant</title><content type='html'>I've seen this a million times and I don't care. It's still the funniest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdxkVQy7QLM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&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/JdxkVQy7QLM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1735976217883619967-8524193578052437673?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8524193578052437673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=8524193578052437673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/8524193578052437673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/8524193578052437673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/04/pachelbel-rant.html' title='Pachelbel Rant'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-5390348407589100754</id><published>2008-04-16T12:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T13:31:44.737-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roscoe Village'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago Tribune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cougar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Field Museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruce Patterson'/><title type='text'>CPD 1 Cougar 0</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/SAZAbmGTsII/AAAAAAAAAFk/0IWaMf7_D8M/s1600-h/cougar_01tk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/SAZAbmGTsII/AAAAAAAAAFk/0IWaMf7_D8M/s400/cougar_01tk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189906463418724482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jesus, who would have thought a 123 pound cougar could have the entire city of Chicago up in arms!? If you don't know the &lt;a href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/opinion/chi-chicago-cougar-shot-webapr15,1,3451941.story"&gt;whole story&lt;/a&gt;, a cougar was spotted within city limits, police kinda sorta tracked it/tried to find it all day, and then around dinner time, had it corned, it lunged and they shot it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that shooting has everyone in an uproar for no good reason (imo).  "Why couldn't they have used a tranquilizer dart?" "Where was animal control?" "The police acted too hastily." etc, etc.  Yesterday at 10:00 am, there were already 700+ comments to The Tribune's article.  I never knew it but apparently there are some very cougar passionate people within the city limits.  Today, The Tribune even had an &lt;a href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/opinion/chi-0416edit1apr16,1,5502735.story"&gt;editorial&lt;/a&gt; that stupidly claimed CPD needs to have a policy/procedure in place for "the next cougar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the first siting of a cougar in this area in 150-some years, and while our Field Museum scientist says this will probably be happening more often as cougar population increases, I don't think we need to be working diligently for a "procedure." I'm thinking CPD has better ways to spend time/money. From what I've read and heard, there was a procedure.  Animal control and cops were both looking for the animal, cops found it first.  Even if animal control HAD been there, a tranquilizer, probably would not have been the best option.  Tranqs take 10-20 minutes to take effect, and an animal like that can still do serious damage once shot.  Would these people have preferred the headline to read "Cougar shot with tranq dart attacks cop/small child/dog/WHATEVER"?!?!  It just seems that our priorities are all out of whack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listening to our scientist Bruce Patterson talk to media and the entire Museum staff about the cougar, I am even more convinced that the police made the right decision.  And as Dr. Patterson pointed out this morning, there is a HUGE outcry over one cougar, but what about the forests that are being torn down every day, displacing animals and throwing things off balance? No one seems to complain about the deer that lost its home, or the wolf that lost its hunting ground when said person moves into his brand new home with the manicured lawn.  Just something to think about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735976217883619967-5390348407589100754?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/5390348407589100754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=5390348407589100754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/5390348407589100754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/5390348407589100754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/04/cpd-1-cougar-0.html' title='CPD 1 Cougar 0'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/SAZAbmGTsII/AAAAAAAAAFk/0IWaMf7_D8M/s72-c/cougar_01tk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-1117759835681741824</id><published>2008-04-10T08:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T08:54:19.509-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indiana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexually explicit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laws'/><title type='text'>No More "Smut" in Bookstores</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;A new law on the books in Indiana will fine businesses that sell "sexually explicit" material, but according apparently the definition of explicit is anything but.  &lt;a href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/local/chi-indiana-bookstoresapr10,0,5812404.story"&gt;The Chicago Tribune reports&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;businesses wanting to sell said material will have to pay a $250 fee, or be faced with $1000 fine and up to 180 days in jail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; There are already challenges to the bill, and I really don't see how this will actually pass. Then again, it is Indiana, and having lived there for four years, I can attest that crazier things have happened.&lt;/span&gt; &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/1735976217883619967-1117759835681741824?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/1117759835681741824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=1117759835681741824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/1117759835681741824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/1117759835681741824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-more-smut-in-bookstores.html' title='No More &quot;Smut&quot; in Bookstores'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-3461929968623095835</id><published>2008-04-09T22:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:46:06.240-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaper&apos;s Block'/><title type='text'>A Wonderful Gym Story</title><content type='html'>Gaper's Block is fabulous and the proof is in this great column "&lt;a href="http://gapersblock.com/detour/looking_better_naked/"&gt;Looking Better Naked&lt;/a&gt;" about the joys and miseries of going to the gym.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735976217883619967-3461929968623095835?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3461929968623095835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=3461929968623095835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/3461929968623095835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/3461929968623095835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/04/wonderful-gym-story.html' title='A Wonderful Gym Story'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-5642294685153998173</id><published>2008-04-09T19:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T08:42:42.742-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='middle school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wiki how'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>How to Tell a Boy You Like Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just found instructions on &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Tell-a-Boy-You-Like-Him"&gt;Wiki-How&lt;/a&gt; instructing all clueless pre-teens how to tell a boy they like him.  The rules seem simple enough:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Give a few hints.&lt;/b&gt; Smile at him when you see him, look good when you walk by him, if he looks at you in class then he probably likes you back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Look at his friends.&lt;/b&gt; If he is with his friends and they are all looking at you then he probably likes you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tell him.&lt;/b&gt; If you don't think he likes you then just build up the confidence and tell him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tell a friend if you're scared.&lt;/b&gt; If you dont feel so confident then tell a friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wait.&lt;/b&gt; If he has a girlfriend then you can't go out with him so you will just have to see what happens.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get to know him better.&lt;/b&gt; Maybe if he becomes your friend, he might notice who you really are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;It's always funny when I find myself thinking "When I was your age...but seriously?!?! We have six steps to tell us how to spill our guts? What happened to the days of passing that GLORIOUS note "Do you like me? Yes or No?" I know the internet has brought us some wonderful things...email...information at the touch of a button...free porn...but I feel that something like this is just wrong on so many levels. A person is supposed to fail miserably the first couple of times without any help at all right?....Not that I've ever told anyone how much I love them. Guess I shouldn't talk....Gotta go look up how to kiss a boy without locking our braces together now. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735976217883619967-5642294685153998173?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/5642294685153998173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=5642294685153998173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/5642294685153998173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/5642294685153998173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-to-tell-boy-you-like-him.html' title='How to Tell a Boy You Like Him'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-8513283405562688782</id><published>2008-04-02T20:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:32:57.752-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Violet Blue'/><title type='text'>Every Girl Online is fat, ugly, and unsexy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Just found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/g/a/2008/03/27/violetblue.DTL"&gt;this column&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; and think it's Great.  Violet Blue writes for just about every publication you can think of, and in this talks about the trollers on the net, who seem to get off knocking the "ugly girls."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" id="bodytext" class="georgia md"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just write and talk about sex. But every woman on the Internet gets called slutty and ugly and fat (to put it lightly) no matter what; all we have to be is female. In dinner conversation, my friend &lt;a href="http://hrlori.com/"&gt;Lori&lt;/a&gt; reminded me of the Oscar Wilde quote, "Give a man a mask, and he'll tell you the truth." I restated it for the Internet, replying, "Give a man a mask, and he'll slit your throat." The application here is, "Give a man (or a woman) an anonymous account, and he'll eviscerate your self-esteem." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The problem is, with so many women I talk to, the trolling is effective. The number of times I've talked down a crying girlfriend after she's been trolled in her comments about being fat, ugly, skanky, slutty or stupid is higher than I can count (no matter what she writes about). Trolls watch too much mainstream porn and TV, and believe stereotypes are real; they slap us with it and then we believe it, too. We compare ourselves to overly thin models, actresses, and porn stars, and it messes with our self-image and our ability to express ourselves sexually, and especially to enjoy sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;She goes on to talk about Margaret Cho....&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="bodytext" class="georgia md"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://margaretcho.com/"&gt;Margaret Cho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;'s "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://margaretcho.com/tour/tour.htm"&gt;Beautiful&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;" tour, she talks about recently being on a radio show and having the host ask her point-blank, live, on the air, "What if you woke up one day, and you were beautiful?" When asked, he defined beautiful as blonde, thin, large-breasted, a porno stereotype. Cho says, "Just think of what life is like for this poor guy. There's beauty all around him in the world, and he can only see the most narrow definition of it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;All in all, it's a great column. &lt;/span&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/1735976217883619967-8513283405562688782?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8513283405562688782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=8513283405562688782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/8513283405562688782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/8513283405562688782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/04/every-girl-online-is-fat-ugly-and.html' title='Every Girl Online is fat, ugly, and unsexy.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-3178071308490108352</id><published>2008-04-01T12:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:51:03.775-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve Martin'/><title type='text'>Born Standing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R_LmYVy4u6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/aqfvFE-QFWU/s1600-h/Born.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R_LmYVy4u6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/aqfvFE-QFWU/s400/Born.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184459426898688930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Emily/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;A long time fan of Steve Martin (I declared he would be my new stepdad in the first grade after watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parenthood&lt;/span&gt;), I was psyched to start reading his (kind of) new autobiography&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Born-Standing-Up-Comics-Life/dp/1416553649"&gt;Born Standing Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  After reading multiple interviews with him, I knew he seemed like a pretty private guy, so I was curious as to what would be discussed in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually much more than what I expected.  Unlike other autobiographies I've read, Martin seems truly grounded to what made him the way he is as well as to what got him to the place he is today.  He recalls the days he was struggling, not pointing a finger and why he wasn't successful yet, but with a certain relish for those days.  Sure it was shitty but it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm especially glad that I read this at this time in my life, when I'm just starting out and finding my own footing in life, similar to Martin experimenting with his comedy.  A friend and I joked that everything we're experiencing now, could end up in our own autobiographies.  So I guess we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you're a fan of Martin, I'd definitely recommend the book.  Even if you're not, it's still an interesting read.  If anything, it will make you appreciate comedians.  It's amazing to think of what went into a single act.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735976217883619967-3178071308490108352?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3178071308490108352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=3178071308490108352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/3178071308490108352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/3178071308490108352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/04/born-standing-up.html' title='Born Standing Up'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R_LmYVy4u6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/aqfvFE-QFWU/s72-c/Born.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-153746247064442329</id><published>2008-03-28T14:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:30:59.881-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polar bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knut'/><title type='text'>Knut is a Publicity Whore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R-1Jd1y4u5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/LTeLO90NMXM/s1600-h/knut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R-1Jd1y4u5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/LTeLO90NMXM/s400/knut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182879523178855314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So apparently Knut, the cute little polar bear we all know and love, gets whiny when people don't pay attention to him.  Check the &lt;a href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/video/?autoStart=true&amp;amp;topVideoCatNo=default&amp;amp;clipId=2327959"&gt;link &lt;/a&gt;for a CLTV video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735976217883619967-153746247064442329?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/153746247064442329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=153746247064442329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/153746247064442329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/153746247064442329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/03/knut-is-publicity-whore.html' title='Knut is a Publicity Whore'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R-1Jd1y4u5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/LTeLO90NMXM/s72-c/knut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-7896756811135173041</id><published>2008-03-16T15:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T15:23:13.743-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unicorns'/><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R91_HAwlq3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/GAjlnQlnI_E/s1600-h/St.+Patrick%27s+Day+Parade+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R91_HAwlq3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/GAjlnQlnI_E/s320/St.+Patrick%27s+Day+Parade+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178434904985545586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;They exist! After a ton of build up, The Field Museum finally walked in Chicago's 53rd annual St. Patrick's Day Parade yesterday. To sum it up quickly, it was AWESOME. The unicorns rocked, and we passed out a ton of postcards for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Mythic Creatures: Dragons, Unicorns &amp;amp; Mermaids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;. People were crazy excited to see the unicorns and they seemed psyched to read the handouts. So in short, it was a great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R91_Ggwlq1I/AAAAAAAAADs/mnEdkgqm1MU/s1600-h/St.+Patrick%27s+Day+Parade+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R91_Ggwlq1I/AAAAAAAAADs/mnEdkgqm1MU/s320/St.+Patrick%27s+Day+Parade+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178434896395610962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R92AUAwlq5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/-XH7WggN3TI/s1600-h/St.+Patrick%27s+Day+Parade+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R92AUAwlq5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/-XH7WggN3TI/s320/St.+Patrick%27s+Day+Parade+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178436227835472786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R92AUwwlq6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/5_IGiFfJvKw/s1600-h/St.+Patrick%27s+Day+Parade+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R92AUwwlq6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/5_IGiFfJvKw/s320/St.+Patrick%27s+Day+Parade+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178436240720374690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R92AVwwlq7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/2mDfS5zbsm4/s1600-h/St.+Patrick%27s+Day+Parade+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R92AVwwlq7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/2mDfS5zbsm4/s320/St.+Patrick%27s+Day+Parade+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178436257900243890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R92AWQwlq8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/1JfSkVECNKo/s1600-h/St.+Patrick%27s+Day+Parade+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R92AWQwlq8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/1JfSkVECNKo/s320/St.+Patrick%27s+Day+Parade+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178436266490178498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R92AXQwlq9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/2ubluabQm-Q/s1600-h/St.+Patrick%27s+Day+Parade+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R92AXQwlq9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/2ubluabQm-Q/s320/St.+Patrick%27s+Day+Parade+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178436283670047698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R91_GAwlq0I/AAAAAAAAADk/NrnZ1Ctb9NU/s1600-h/St.+Patrick%27s+Day+Parade+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R91_GAwlq0I/AAAAAAAAADk/NrnZ1Ctb9NU/s320/St.+Patrick%27s+Day+Parade+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178434887805676354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R91_Hgwlq4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Xa1VV7z9AM8/s1600-h/St.+Patrick%27s+Day+Parade+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R91_Hgwlq4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Xa1VV7z9AM8/s320/St.+Patrick%27s+Day+Parade+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178434913575480194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R91_Gwwlq2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Rk1uULdksew/s1600-h/St.+Patrick%27s+Day+Parade+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R91_Gwwlq2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Rk1uULdksew/s320/St.+Patrick%27s+Day+Parade+042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178434900690578274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R92BJAwlq-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/n9IHSe6bBnU/s1600-h/St.+Patrick%27s+Day+Parade+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R92BJAwlq-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/n9IHSe6bBnU/s320/St.+Patrick%27s+Day+Parade+034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178437138368539618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735976217883619967-7896756811135173041?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/7896756811135173041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=7896756811135173041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/7896756811135173041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/7896756811135173041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/03/st-patricks-day-recap.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day Recap'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R91_HAwlq3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/GAjlnQlnI_E/s72-c/St.+Patrick%27s+Day+Parade+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-7331519678142024235</id><published>2008-03-14T23:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T23:27:36.230-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mythic Creatures'/><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://unicorns.com/images/products/unicorn-puzzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://unicorns.com/images/products/unicorn-puzzle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate the holiday right by checking out the St. Patrick's Day Parade.  Where else can you see the Chicago River dyed green?! It'll be broadcast live on WGN and yours truly will be in it.  Why's that you say? Because there will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unicorns&lt;/span&gt; in this year's parade.  Oh yes, unicorns.  The Field Museum is promoting our new exhibition &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mythic Creatures&lt;/span&gt; and I get to pass out flyers on it.  hooooray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image courtesy of unicorns.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735976217883619967-7331519678142024235?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/7331519678142024235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=7331519678142024235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/7331519678142024235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/7331519678142024235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/03/st-patricks-day-parade.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day Parade'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-7895179057400656450</id><published>2008-03-12T21:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:59:30.583-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><title type='text'>I Heart Daylight Savings Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R9iYfQwlquI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mee1bxGHDbk/s1600-h/Chicago+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R9iYfQwlquI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mee1bxGHDbk/s400/Chicago+071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177055434504514274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked home tonight at 7:00 and it was still light out.  I've never been happier :) The pic was taken last year, but I feel spring coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735976217883619967-7895179057400656450?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/7895179057400656450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=7895179057400656450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/7895179057400656450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/7895179057400656450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-heart-daylight-savings-time.html' title='I Heart Daylight Savings Time'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R9iYfQwlquI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mee1bxGHDbk/s72-c/Chicago+071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-8752253823064785252</id><published>2008-03-12T10:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T10:20:40.239-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mythic Creatures'/><title type='text'>Slacker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R9f0egwlqtI/AAAAAAAAACg/Uen0BOHeTu8/s1600-h/1.+Dragon+Model.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R9f0egwlqtI/AAAAAAAAACg/Uen0BOHeTu8/s200/1.+Dragon+Model.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176875101712657106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've totally slacked lately in the blogging world, and that's partly because work has been absolutely crazy.  We are getting ready to open a crazy cool exhibition called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fieldmuseum.org/exhibits/mythic_tempexhib.htm"&gt;Mythic Creatures: Dragons, Unicorns &amp;amp; Mermaids&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;here at The Field Museum and my office is in full force, all hands on deck mode.  The show is all about mythic creatures (duh) and how they've existed in the world for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;generations&lt;/span&gt;.  It talks about how people found mastodon bones, and decided giants existed and how a dwarf elephant skull made people believe in the cyclops.  All very cool.  Check it out, and waste time there instead of here. Because I'm obviously sucking at updating :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image: © D. Finnin/AMNH&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/1735976217883619967-8752253823064785252?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8752253823064785252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=8752253823064785252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/8752253823064785252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/8752253823064785252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/03/slacker.html' title='Slacker'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R9f0egwlqtI/AAAAAAAAACg/Uen0BOHeTu8/s72-c/1.+Dragon+Model.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-6299538872993522169</id><published>2008-03-09T19:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T19:53:18.707-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ohio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blizzard'/><title type='text'>Blizzard in Ohio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This weekend Ohio had a huge blizzard.  My hometown got 12+ inches while, Columbus got like 20 inches.  I hate to say it, but I'm a little jealous.   Not that I want a million inches of snow, but if it's going to be as cold as it's been, we should at least have some snow on the ground.  I found this picture in a slideshow from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.springfieldnewssun.com/p/content/gen/sharedoh/photos_galleries/news/local/2007-2008winterweather.html"&gt;Springfield News Sun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and thought it was pretty funny.  Poor Big Boy all covered in snow.   The photo is by Marshall Gorby.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R9SFwwwlqsI/AAAAAAAAACY/HR9nFLNLPos/s1600-h/Frischs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R9SFwwwlqsI/AAAAAAAAACY/HR9nFLNLPos/s320/Frischs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175908944524454594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735976217883619967-6299538872993522169?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6299538872993522169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=6299538872993522169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/6299538872993522169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/6299538872993522169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/03/blizzard-in-ohio.html' title='Blizzard in Ohio'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R9SFwwwlqsI/AAAAAAAAACY/HR9nFLNLPos/s72-c/Frischs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-5027291970573384300</id><published>2008-03-07T14:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T14:44:39.443-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tribune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southwest'/><title type='text'>File this under...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;scary things that I really don't want to know about.  Thank you, but I'd just prefer to stay in the dark on the fact that &lt;a href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/travel/sns-ap-faa-southwest-airlines,0,3634796.story"&gt;Southwest is flying cracked airplanes&lt;/a&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/1735976217883619967-5027291970573384300?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/5027291970573384300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=5027291970573384300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/5027291970573384300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/5027291970573384300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/03/file-this-under.html' title='File this under...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-5825784314992619203</id><published>2008-03-07T08:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T08:54:06.112-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NewCity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicagoist'/><title type='text'>Chicagoist Trivia Featured in NewCity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R9FWvQwlqrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/K1d0lr6T82w/s1600-h/Chicagoist07.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 109px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R9FWvQwlqrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/K1d0lr6T82w/s200/Chicagoist07.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175012816778013362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Two of my favorite things &lt;a href="http://www.newcitychicago.com/chicago/index.html"&gt;NewCity&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://chicagoist.com/"&gt;Chicagoist&lt;/a&gt;, together at last.  The newspaper features Chicagoist bloggers getting together at Sheffield's for trivia night (which, by the way is awesome--you should go.)  Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.newcitychicago.com/chicago/7528.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; which is a nice little commentary on the world of blogs and anonymity on the web.  Plus, my friend Patrick is famous now for being Trivial Pursuit champion of the world.  It's nice to have a famous friend.&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/1735976217883619967-5825784314992619203?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/5825784314992619203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=5825784314992619203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/5825784314992619203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/5825784314992619203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/03/chicagoist-trivia-featured-in-newcity.html' title='Chicagoist Trivia Featured in NewCity'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R9FWvQwlqrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/K1d0lr6T82w/s72-c/Chicagoist07.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-6396029021504271963</id><published>2008-03-06T14:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T14:33:22.645-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter Dinklange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death at a Funeral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Netflix'/><title type='text'>Death at  a Funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R9BVArn1r3I/AAAAAAAAACI/uaJ6fPmSlM0/s1600-h/Death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R9BVArn1r3I/AAAAAAAAACI/uaJ6fPmSlM0/s200/Death.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174729442046881650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ah, how I love Netflix.  My mailbox, which is usually brimming over with bills, shines on the day I get that little red envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I watched &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0795368/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Death at a Funeral&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;where "&lt;/span&gt;chaos ensues when a man tries to expose a dark secret regarding a recently deceased patriarch of a dysfunctional British family." &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(courtesy IMDB)   There are a number of character parts who add to the flick.  I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn't quite as funny as I had hoped.  While definitely some entertaining bits, it seemed a little too over the top at times.  If you're into British comedies, I'd still recommend it.  It has one of my favorite actors, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0227759/"&gt;Peter Dinklage,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;who I just saw in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Penelope.  &lt;/span&gt;You've probably seen him in things and if he doesn't seem familiar, then rent &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0340377/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Station Agent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  It's a fantastic film.  &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0795368/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0227759/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1735976217883619967-6396029021504271963?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6396029021504271963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=6396029021504271963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/6396029021504271963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/6396029021504271963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/03/death-at-funeral.html' title='Death at  a Funeral'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R9BVArn1r3I/AAAAAAAAACI/uaJ6fPmSlM0/s72-c/Death.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-804157769411512508</id><published>2008-03-05T18:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:57:48.271-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Started to feel a sore throat yesterday, and now, it's a full blown cold.  Something I haven't had in a hundred years.  Loaded up on chicken noodle soup and OJ and am now headed to bed. Oy, what a day. &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/1735976217883619967-804157769411512508?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/804157769411512508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=804157769411512508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/804157769411512508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/804157769411512508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/03/sick-puppy.html' title='Sick Puppy'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-7265711654922357721</id><published>2008-03-04T13:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T14:07:12.832-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophie'/><title type='text'>If Pets Could Vote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R82qo7n1r1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/DbIaN1rLEzI/s1600-h/Mom+Weekend+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R82qo7n1r1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/DbIaN1rLEzI/s320/Mom+Weekend+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173979167094845266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In keeping with today's theme of politics, I thought I'd give my theories on what would happen if my cat (or dog back home) could vote.  Because I'm so liberal, I think Sophie is more an Alex P. Keaton.  While I talk about a woman's right to choose, Sophie is all for fetus rights.  She also believes in small government and proudly voted for Huckabee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a pic of Sophie sleeping during the Clinton/Obama debate.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R82rDbn1r2I/AAAAAAAAACA/f-JGYtUjxfY/s1600-h/2443782980085950061bVUEvP_fs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R82rDbn1r2I/AAAAAAAAACA/f-JGYtUjxfY/s320/2443782980085950061bVUEvP_fs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173979622361378658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Murray on the other hand is like me, a staunch Democrat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;fact, he'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;been working for Governor Strickland since he was sworn in--Shelties for Strickland.com  This is a pic taken right before he went to protest our loss of civil liberties.&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/1735976217883619967-7265711654922357721?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/7265711654922357721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=7265711654922357721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/7265711654922357721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/7265711654922357721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-pets-could-vote.html' title='If Pets Could Vote'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R82qo7n1r1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/DbIaN1rLEzI/s72-c/Mom+Weekend+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-7909644896194348952</id><published>2008-03-04T08:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T08:34:15.931-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hillary Clinton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ohio'/><title type='text'>Mini Super Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Everyone's looking to Ohio and Texas today to see what happens with the Democratic primaries.  Listening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to everyone predict what's going to happen and then analyze what that means is getting to be a little annoying.  Once again, I wish the media would just back off a little with their coverage and let the people decide on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say though, being from Ohio, it's always a little nice to see everyone looking to us.  Just a little Buckeye pride I guess.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as something fun, thought I'd take a look at Clinton and Obama in their high school days.  I think it's always fun to think of these people before they were a name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R81dP0bBXOI/AAAAAAAAABc/xIX8alB0BSE/s1600-h/hillaryclinton2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R81dP0bBXOI/AAAAAAAAABc/xIX8alB0BSE/s320/hillaryclinton2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173894073269968098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R81dUkbBXPI/AAAAAAAAABk/QwewS28afcY/s1600-h/Obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R81dUkbBXPI/AAAAAAAAABk/QwewS28afcY/s320/Obama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173894154874346738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735976217883619967-7909644896194348952?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/7909644896194348952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=7909644896194348952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/7909644896194348952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/7909644896194348952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/03/mini-super-tuesday.html' title='Mini Super Tuesday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R81dP0bBXOI/AAAAAAAAABc/xIX8alB0BSE/s72-c/hillaryclinton2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-2160976226951463248</id><published>2008-03-03T20:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T20:41:28.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R8y2kEbBXNI/AAAAAAAAABU/aKJBREW9Ocg/s1600-h/Came+to+the+End.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R8y2kEbBXNI/AAAAAAAAABU/aKJBREW9Ocg/s320/Came+to+the+End.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173710802720480466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just finished a great book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then We Came to the End&lt;/span&gt;, by Joshua Ferris which is about an ad agency in the late 90s.  I thought it was written in a clever way, and seemed very true to life as far as office life/relationships go (though some of it is more of a caricature than anything).  In a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Then-We-Came-End-Novel/dp/0316016381"&gt;review&lt;/a&gt; in the Washington Post, &lt;/span&gt;James P. Othmer stated &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;The people with whom we spend the most time are those we know the least. And yet, somehow, they're the ones we know better than anyone else" which really sums up the entire book.  I highly recommend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a sidebar, I also really love books that are set in cities that I know.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sammy's Hill&lt;/span&gt;, one of my favorite contemporary books is set in DC and Ferris' novel is set in Chicago.  There's something fun about reading about the places you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735976217883619967-2160976226951463248?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/2160976226951463248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=2160976226951463248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/2160976226951463248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/2160976226951463248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/03/book-review.html' title='Book Review'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R8y2kEbBXNI/AAAAAAAAABU/aKJBREW9Ocg/s72-c/Came+to+the+End.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-6396123951325231785</id><published>2008-03-03T10:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T10:47:46.725-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Depp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art Institute'/><title type='text'>Johnny Depp Out and About</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So Johnny Depp is/will be in town filming for this new &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt1152836/"&gt;John Dillinger&lt;/a&gt; movie.  Apparently he took a tour of the Art Institute on Saturday.   Maybe he'll stop by The Field this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735976217883619967-6396123951325231785?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6396123951325231785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=6396123951325231785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/6396123951325231785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/6396123951325231785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/03/johnny-depp-out-and-about.html' title='Johnny Depp Out and About'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-8127998793160466631</id><published>2008-03-03T08:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T08:41:41.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Casimir Pulaski Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R8wOAGE3v7I/AAAAAAAAABE/Yt2QU474Jqo/s1600-h/Pulaski.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R8wOAGE3v7I/AAAAAAAAABE/Yt2QU474Jqo/s400/Pulaski.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173525466735689650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Being new to Chicago, I'd never heard of Casimir Pulaski, but apparently he was awesome enough to designate a state holiday for him.  So...yay Pulaski (Even though I'm at work.)&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/1735976217883619967-8127998793160466631?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8127998793160466631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=8127998793160466631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/8127998793160466631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/8127998793160466631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/03/casimir-pulaski-day.html' title='Casimir Pulaski Day'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R8wOAGE3v7I/AAAAAAAAABE/Yt2QU474Jqo/s72-c/Pulaski.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-8997272637669253628</id><published>2008-03-02T20:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:01:32.585-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Millennium Park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward Hopper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art Institute'/><title type='text'>Blue Skies Reflected</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;My friend PB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; and I went to the "After Dark" event at the Art Institute to see the new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" href="http://www.artic.edu/aic/collections/exhibitions/hopper/visitor"&gt;Edward Hopper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; exhibition. The show and the event were both great but as we were walking to the Art Institute, we headed over to Millennium Park. The sky was a really weird blue, and the city was reflecting in the Cloud Gate. Everything was just looking AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R8tpOWE3v6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/z5q2iE4ylXw/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R8tpOWE3v6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/z5q2iE4ylXw/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173344292130242466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735976217883619967-8997272637669253628?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8997272637669253628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=8997272637669253628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/8997272637669253628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/8997272637669253628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/03/waiting-for-spring.html' title='Blue Skies Reflected'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R8tpOWE3v6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/z5q2iE4ylXw/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-3427461210276902019</id><published>2008-03-02T14:18:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:05:19.683-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deeply Rooted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrating Women'/><title type='text'>Celebrating Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A new photography exhibition called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.fieldmuseum.org/exhibits/women_tempexhib.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Celebrating Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; opened at The Field Museum yesterday, and to kick it off, there was a festival for Women's History Month.  First off, the festival was pretty awesome, and I'm usually critical of our festivals.  One performance group was &lt;a href="http://www.deeplyrootedproductions.org/"&gt;Deeply Rooted&lt;/a&gt;, a dance troupe here in Chicago.  If you haven't seen them, I'd highly recommend.  Took a little video, to give you an idea.  I was balancing a walkie talkie, press releases and a camera, so sorry if it's shaky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-31e0afde1adb9077" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D31e0afde1adb9077%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332785744%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5C5F80A3F20F2C4D172B0C1B3E5AB464B60B5E71.792F3A7B4A305B91E8D58D3BFAC8EA1384B310F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D31e0afde1adb9077%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx8r4TajDzq4neD--ftQHIEWL8s8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D31e0afde1adb9077%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332785744%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5C5F80A3F20F2C4D172B0C1B3E5AB464B60B5E71.792F3A7B4A305B91E8D58D3BFAC8EA1384B310F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D31e0afde1adb9077%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx8r4TajDzq4neD--ftQHIEWL8s8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735976217883619967-3427461210276902019?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=31e0afde1adb9077&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3427461210276902019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=3427461210276902019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/3427461210276902019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/3427461210276902019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/03/celebrating-women.html' title='Celebrating Women'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-1632697541526652418</id><published>2008-03-02T13:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T14:16:21.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophie the Coolest Cat EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R8sK2mE3v3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/crDYoh0PzQE/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R8sK2mE3v3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/crDYoh0PzQE/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173240530015338354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Not to be confused with a "crazy cat lady," but I'd like to take a moment and point out that I have the coolest cat--Sophia Francesca.  She goes by Sophie though.  I think at some point in her life, she must have spent a lot of time with a dog, because she definitely seems to have a canine personality.  She actually likes people, which is rare for cats and she also tends to steal food off people's plates, which I think is leftover from the days when she was living on the hard streets of Chicago. Anyway, was looking for her today, and found her perched on top of the radiator just kinda saying "Hey Mom, what's up? Still hungover?"  I then slapped her for getting sassy.&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/1735976217883619967-1632697541526652418?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/1632697541526652418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=1632697541526652418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/1632697541526652418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/1632697541526652418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/03/sophie-coolest-cat-ever.html' title='Sophie the Coolest Cat EVER'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R8sK2mE3v3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/crDYoh0PzQE/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-6295634307915177807</id><published>2008-03-01T11:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T15:13:59.643-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tsavo Lions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOLCat'/><title type='text'>What Boredom will Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R8mQiWE3v2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1NxctWUcQD8/s1600-h/Tsavo+Lions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R8mQiWE3v2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1NxctWUcQD8/s320/Tsavo+Lions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172824566727688034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;© &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Field Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Inspired by looking at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;LOLCats&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; every day, my friend Patrick and I came up with our own  LOL Lions with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.fieldmuseum.org/exhibits/exhibit_sites/tsavo/default.htm"&gt;Tsavo Lions&lt;/a&gt; here in Chicago at The Field Museum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735976217883619967-6295634307915177807?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6295634307915177807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=6295634307915177807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/6295634307915177807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/6295634307915177807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-boredom-will-do.html' title='What Boredom will Do'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R8mQiWE3v2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1NxctWUcQD8/s72-c/Tsavo+Lions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735976217883619967.post-4732179444836148471</id><published>2008-03-01T11:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T11:14:56.120-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stroller'/><title type='text'>Oddities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Today, while waiting for the 22 bus I saw a young mom pushing a stroller.  As she passed, I looked in and saw the baby, or at least what I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; was the baby--it  was covered in multiple blankets (and rightly so it was wicked cold this morning).  There was no smiling face, or little fingers, just a mess of afghans.  I'm obviously not a mom, so I don't know how this works, but what is the point of taking a baby out in this type of weather?  The mom wasn't running, so it didn't look like an exercise thing...it just looked weird.  The baby can't possibly be enjoying a walk with its face smushed up like that.&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/1735976217883619967-4732179444836148471?l=chicagonotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4732179444836148471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735976217883619967&amp;postID=4732179444836148471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/4732179444836148471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735976217883619967/posts/default/4732179444836148471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagonotes.blogspot.com/2008/03/oddities.html' title='Oddities'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282214657758552829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMoqzGRXPvM/R819VEbBXRI/AAAAAAAAABw/g5MexZF5T6k/S220/Cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
