<?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-5845976</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:42:23.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Li'l Pea</title><subtitle type='html'>a li'l bit of me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>221</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-109683697208426758</id><published>2004-10-03T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T16:58:10.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For chrissake...could I have been hiding under a rock for any longer?Dang, My eyes are hurting for the sunlight streaming in.New job, new home, new air purifiers, new computer (second hand from my sis).Things are so different than they used to be and I don't think that is bad. It requires some adjustment but it sure isn't bad.Well, where to begin , I couldn't even say.I saw Wilco on Friday</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/109683697208426758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=109683697208426758' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/109683697208426758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/109683697208426758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/10/for-chrissake.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-109068138245965510</id><published>2004-07-24T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T11:03:02.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a nice morning.Listening to Thelonious Monk and cocteau twins and belle and sebastian and Neutral milk hotel and watching the rain fall.Mhhh.Nice.I got a haircut...choperoo of the ol' hair.I like it.Just above my shoulders.By the way the celiac food at the Elephant walk was sooooooooooo good!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/109068138245965510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=109068138245965510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/109068138245965510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/109068138245965510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/07/what-nice-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-109059540667842749</id><published>2004-07-23T11:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T11:10:06.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I have this thing called Celiac disease where I can't eat any wheat gluten cause it makes me really sick.It's really a pain in the butt sometimes especially when I go out to a restauraunt. BUT miracle of miracles I found out that this yummy cambodian restaurant called the Elephant walk offers a menu just for celiacs!!!!That is so exciting.So yeah for restaurants that offer gluten-free </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/109059540667842749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=109059540667842749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/109059540667842749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/109059540667842749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/07/so-i-have-this-thing-called-celiac.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-109049668016308840</id><published>2004-07-22T07:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T07:44:40.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I got a new job at Boston Medical Center in the pediatric Neurology department.I am not entirely sure what I am going to be doing but I am excited about the change.Having a little time off from working has been good. I start on Monday and I am  a little overwhelmed by all that Ihave to get done...move into a new place start a new job have my birthday.I seriously needed a break.I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/109049668016308840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=109049668016308840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/109049668016308840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/109049668016308840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/07/well-i-got-new-job-at-boston-medical.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108810259697748317</id><published>2004-06-24T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T14:43:16.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Yankees don't suck, unfortunately.They do bug.They are smarmy and suckitudinous.Bugsome.Why do I let them under my skin.Why can't I keep myself from worrying about the fact that they are in first place.Why are they winning?Their pitching certainly isn't awesome.They aren't that special.It seems like points should be taken off for them being painful to watch...all smug and shit.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/108810259697748317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=108810259697748317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108810259697748317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108810259697748317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/06/yankees-dont-suck-unfortunately.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108670290132715986</id><published>2004-06-08T09:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T09:55:29.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My friend Nigel sent me this to chew on.I thought I'd pass it on.Psst. Compassion.Thoughfulness. Reason. Happiness. Pass it on.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/108670290132715986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=108670290132715986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108670290132715986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108670290132715986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-friend-nigel-sent-me-this-to-chew.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108609497253044384</id><published>2004-06-01T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T09:04:36.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Montreal.I went to Montreal this weekend.Never been before.It was fun to speak French and feel a million miles away.The drive was a mite brutal but pretty damn pretty. Many mountains and trees and some farm country reminiscent of Kansas.I hit a bird while driving. It is possible that the bird hit me but I think I hit the bird. I got a ticket for speeding. The first one on 10 years. uck.As</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/108609497253044384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=108609497253044384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108609497253044384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108609497253044384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/06/montreal.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108566676290982616</id><published>2004-05-27T10:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T10:06:02.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ooooh Peaches.It's getting to be Summertime and that means Peaches and cherries and all the awesomeness of good fruit. Nevermind that is it still pretty cold here in Boston.The red sox are another reason to relish the upcoming Summer.I love that I can go into almost any establishment is all of Boston (or new England) and see what the score is...I LOVE That.Right now I have to concentrate on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/108566676290982616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=108566676290982616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108566676290982616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108566676290982616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/05/ooooh-peaches.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108541797615924300</id><published>2004-05-24T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T12:59:36.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This HAS TO BE illegal. I know it isn't and that the government has subsidized corporations before but this is just the most inconceivable thing EVER!I found this at Center for American ProgressWAL-MARTWal-Mart WelfareA new report released from Good Jobs First today shows that Wal-Mart, the world's largest retailer, has received more than $1 billion in economic development subsidies from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108516170145626997</id><published>2004-05-21T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T13:48:21.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If anyone knows of any jobs for me, please let me know.If you know of any lucrative jobs involving the web, science or administration, or just me being pretty personable and competent, let me know.If you know anyone at the Museum of Science in Boston who can hand off an application, that would be awesome.If anyone has ideas what I might be good at where I can make and save money, that would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/108516170145626997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=108516170145626997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108516170145626997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108516170145626997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/05/if-anyone-knows-of-any-jobs-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108508624622488656</id><published>2004-05-20T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T16:50:46.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Going to Hell in a MO FO BasketThere are SO MANY more things that would help prevent infectious disease other than this bullshit:US to turn away Gays from sperm banks.Please make this shit stop.I mean seriously make it stop.Anyone who studies infectious disease can you chime in and tell me if there is ANY validity to the claim that doing this will quell the spread of infectious diseases....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/108508624622488656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=108508624622488656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108508624622488656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108508624622488656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/05/going-to-hell-in-mo-fo-basket-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108507871124931094</id><published>2004-05-20T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T14:55:30.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>S'cuse me?SO when I returned to my car after doing some errands in Harvard Square I found the following hand-written note under my windshield wiper.Your candidate is a socialistHe believes in big spending programs that help even the rich.He will raise your taxes more and more for bigger government.You will lose your freedom.So, my two Howard Dean stickers on my little beat up car (named </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108497623781745067</id><published>2004-05-19T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T10:17:17.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am currently trying to write an interesting article about telescopes.If any of y'all have an idea about something interesting to say, let me know.I want to know how I can make a difference in this political race without getting mired down in the the nitty gritty politics of it...I want to work for positive change. I want things to be better. I want to feel good about the future instead of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/108497623781745067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=108497623781745067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108497623781745067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108497623781745067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-am-currently-trying-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108489293252575801</id><published>2004-05-18T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T11:08:52.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, let's see here.Did you know that Lady grey tea is a little more mild than Earl Grey and it has a hint of orange in it? yeah, pretty fascinating.Reunion was fun.I don't know HOW I slept on beds that uncomfortable for 4 years!I don't undertand.I saw "Still We believe" last night and I was pretty spectacularly underwhlemed.It didn't really capture to drama and life of the 2003 season.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/108489293252575801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=108489293252575801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108489293252575801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108489293252575801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/05/well-lets-see-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108454768569487598</id><published>2004-05-14T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T11:14:45.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OKay, THis little disappearing act is just about done...I am back-ish..Next week starts a new blogging slate.I am off to my 10year College reuinion!CRAZY!!!!Someone at work made some multigrain bread and it has sunflower seeds in it and they put the sunflower seeds in with the hulls still on!!!I think that is why they left it for people to eat at work...a hahahahaha that seems so funny.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/108454768569487598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=108454768569487598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108454768569487598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108454768569487598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/05/okay-this-little-disappearing-act-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108324800708043239</id><published>2004-04-29T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T10:17:44.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have so much to say but not the time to formualte concise thoughts.ack.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/108324800708043239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=108324800708043239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108324800708043239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108324800708043239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-have-so-much-to-say-but-not-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108274701546342823</id><published>2004-04-23T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T15:09:39.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got this from my high school and I am really happy to hear that they did the following:This is Awareness Week at St. George's. On Monday, we observed the Day of Remembrance - a day to remember the victims of the Holocaust. Like the Norwegians in WW2, members of the SG community wore paperclips to demonstrate their opposition to Nazism and AntiSemitism. Tuesday was Equity and Justice Day. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/108274701546342823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=108274701546342823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108274701546342823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108274701546342823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-got-this-from-my-high-school-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108266323280406892</id><published>2004-04-22T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T15:51:20.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>U-G-L-Y This blog ain't got no alibi....I just had to take away the winter look and now it's just pastel ugliness but then I'll be motivated to do something better....I hope.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/108266323280406892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=108266323280406892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108266323280406892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108266323280406892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/04/u-g-l-y-this-blog-aint-got-no-alibi.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108265998025496448</id><published>2004-04-22T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T14:57:08.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She's Steppin out!I 'm playing solo at the Midway Cafe in Jamaica Plain.Saturday May First.I am scared and thrilled all in one rolled up buffalo chicken wrap  jumble minus the tortilla (cause I can't eat wheat...) (oh, and sometimes the buffalo chicken is breaded which is utterly a bummer)Anyways, the point is it ought to be fun!I may not have all my chops in perfect order, but you have to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/108265998025496448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=108265998025496448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108265998025496448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108265998025496448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/04/shes-steppin-out-i-m-playing-solo-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108256933734124333</id><published>2004-04-21T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T13:48:20.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It must mean something that I actaully like some of the worst songs ever...Yes, I agree that Starship's " We built this city" is terrible but you know, I love it!"Obla di Obla da" I think that's an awesome song...Maybe I just have bad taste...but from all that I understand about this messed up world, having bad taste is cool. Otherwise why would people wear those hateful trucker hats. Unless </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/108256933734124333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=108256933734124333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108256933734124333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108256933734124333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/04/it-must-mean-something-that-i-actaully.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108205428200653165</id><published>2004-04-15T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T14:43:45.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think the world looks so amazing upsidedown in a raindrop.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/108205428200653165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=108205428200653165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108205428200653165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108205428200653165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-think-world-looks-so-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108197386612860672</id><published>2004-04-14T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T16:21:42.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I used to have adventures.I don't really have adventures as much any more.That seems depressing to me.I think I am just in a funk.funk a dunk unk...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/108197386612860672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=108197386612860672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108197386612860672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108197386612860672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-used-to-have-adventures.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108186788418045428</id><published>2004-04-13T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T10:55:44.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just keep sneezing...I am exhausted by all my sneezing.Going to the allergist to see what he/she can do to help me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/108186788418045428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=108186788418045428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108186788418045428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108186788418045428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-just-keep-sneezing.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108186336356495995</id><published>2004-04-13T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T09:39:58.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.When will I stop putting so much pressure on myself?I wish I was a more relaxed slacker.Sometimes I have the actions of a slacker and the brain of a doer...that just leads to mayhem.Mayhem I tell you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/108186336356495995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=108186336356495995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108186336356495995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108186336356495995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/04/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108151837311888767</id><published>2004-04-09T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T10:39:16.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TO do:Buy Jelly Beans.Have garage Sale.Practace my songs.Get to work at work.Buy new shades for my windows.Get Groceries.Mop my room.Buy new underwear.Start saving money.Write letter to my friends that I love dearly but have been obnoxiously out of touch with.Calm down.Make my chest -so tight with worry- less tight.Remember to breathe.Be gentle with myself.Enjoy the lovely weather</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/108151837311888767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=108151837311888767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108151837311888767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108151837311888767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/04/to-do-buy-jelly-beans.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108143664063548427</id><published>2004-04-08T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T11:07:49.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am in a fantasy baseball league and I am definitely sucking at it.I think it is amusing that I will find anything to stress about...even my fantasy baseball team.I must say I have learned a shit ton about some other players...I never knew much about national league players and this has helped learn more...I guess this will be a building year for me.Johnny damon has a monster night last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/108143664063548427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=108143664063548427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108143664063548427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108143664063548427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-am-in-fantasy-baseball-league-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108135811451895093</id><published>2004-04-07T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T13:19:35.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are times that I am convinced I would be a spectacular president of the United States.Really.It's not hard to top our current leadership. It just isn't.The only way to remedy the shit happening in Iraq is to get a new president.Things need to change. This bombing and killing fueled by anger and greed has to stop.Anger begets anger and violence and violence begets violence and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/108135811451895093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=108135811451895093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108135811451895093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108135811451895093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/04/there-are-times-that-i-am-convinced-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108118879140529995</id><published>2004-04-05T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T14:16:55.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man,I feel like I have just been running around like crazy recently.I mean, I have just been all over the map,( literally. Florida, Georgia, Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, New York, Rhode Island) and I haven't had a moment for any of my friends, let alone myself.I need sleep and good food and some relaxation.Unfortunately, I have an absolute mountain of work to do.I can't wait for this (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/108118879140529995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=108118879140529995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108118879140529995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108118879140529995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/04/man-i-feel-like-i-have-just-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108066754320673392</id><published>2004-03-30T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T12:29:19.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too many Easter m&amp;m's before lunch makes me a wonder what compelled me to eat those little pastel  monsters.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/108066754320673392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=108066754320673392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108066754320673392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108066754320673392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/03/too-many-easter-mms-before-lunch-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108057346398688054</id><published>2004-03-29T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T10:35:04.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This teasing by Spring.So Rude Desperate for the warm.To Warm.Our cheeks.A glimpse.So quickly assume it is forever.Stay with me.Warmth stay.The chill that ran up my spine says Winter is still about.'Step aside' to the cold, I say. Step out.A last blast,  subsequent shutters fall. A last blast,  subsequent shudders fall. Hope.Confidence.Trust.It willgrow.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/108057346398688054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=108057346398688054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108057346398688054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108057346398688054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/03/this-teasing-by-spring.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108024423263878280</id><published>2004-03-25T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T14:54:01.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I totally forgot how much it sucks to puke.Man that is some hideous stuff.I don't know if I ate something rank or if I am sick but whatever it is...I'd rather not feel this way.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/108024423263878280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=108024423263878280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108024423263878280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108024423263878280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-totally-forgot-how-much-it-sucks-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108015905367428456</id><published>2004-03-24T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T15:14:21.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is a constant humming, buzzing around my head.It seems benign.Neither good nor bad.I saw Harold Pinter's The Birthday Party at the ART in Harvard Square.It was absurd.It was meant to be absurd.Some of the acting was overly absurd and took away from the subtlety of the playwrights absurdity.Afterward, my mom and I ate at the delightful and charming Upstairs on the Square. I need </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/108015905367428456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=108015905367428456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108015905367428456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108015905367428456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/03/there-is-constant-humming-buzzing.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-108006892628120247</id><published>2004-03-23T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T14:12:12.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stress.happy but stressed.interested in changing careers entirely.stressful.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/108006892628120247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=108006892628120247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108006892628120247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/108006892628120247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/03/stress.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107972598520091816</id><published>2004-03-19T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T14:56:25.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not to be like a 7th grader being annoying but isn't it funny that the #1 ranked baseball player who won the National League Batting chamionship is St. Louis Cardinals first baseman, Albert Pujols and his name is pronounced POO-holes. I mean it's just funny.AND he totally kicks ass.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107972598520091816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107972598520091816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107972598520091816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107972598520091816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/03/not-to-be-like-7th-grader-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107972123398118548</id><published>2004-03-19T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T13:37:14.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am off to go skking this weekend.I am looking forward to it.Oughtta be a blast.I made yummy tacos last night for dinner. I just had some of the leftovers for lunch and they looked really nasty but they tasted entirely yum.I am seriously mulling over a career in Social work (iknow iknow) totally out of left field...but I Think I would really like to be a counselor.I would rather not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107972123398118548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107972123398118548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107972123398118548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107972123398118548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-am-off-to-go-skking-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107953860599127117</id><published>2004-03-17T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T10:53:24.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whew!Um hi.It's been an eon or so since last I visited here.Life sorta took over and my blog was utterly disregarded.Well since last I was here I:Drove to Florida and back.Saw 4 spring training games at City of palms park.Ate a ton of crappy food.Was hugged by Manny Ramirez.Talked with Ellis Burks for an extended period of time.Took pictures with and/or got autographs from Kevin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107953860599127117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107953860599127117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107953860599127117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107953860599127117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/03/whew-um-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107850687286120494</id><published>2004-03-05T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T12:17:34.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If a tooth is sensitive near the base (where it meets the gum, does that mean that my gum is receeding and that my tooth will fall out?Rereading that I realize that I sound  a little extreme...but I have extreme paranoia about my teeth.It doesn't hurt in an excruciating way but it is certainly sensitive. Thoughts?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107850687286120494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107850687286120494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107850687286120494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107850687286120494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/03/if-tooth-is-sensitive-near-base-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107843389385953169</id><published>2004-03-04T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T16:01:13.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I find it ironic that the US-led commission to create a new Iraqi government demands that there be 25% representation of women in the Iraqi parliament. I say right on! That's awesome but then I stop to think. Hey! We don't even have that kind of female representation in the United States. I think that's really bizarre. No value judgment, just weird.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107843389385953169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107843389385953169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107843389385953169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107843389385953169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-find-it-ironic-that-us-led.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107841463115915443</id><published>2004-03-04T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T10:40:11.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LET THE GAMES BEGIN! Spring Training in action.Red Sox v Twins tonight! First game of the grapefruit league season 2004.Let's go red sox let's go!So, Manny Ramirez is going to launch a web site to talk with the fans. It is supposed to be up in about 3 weeks.How awesome is that ace hitter, highest paid baseball player is blogging. I am imagining him typing up his entries (in Spanish and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107841463115915443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107841463115915443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107841463115915443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107841463115915443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/03/let-games-begin-spring-training-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107833515898921647</id><published>2004-03-03T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T15:48:46.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn.I am really disappointed because I just got an email from someone who was drumming with me he who doesn't want to play anymore. I mean we haven't played for long and he already is involved very seriously with another band so I understand perfectly why it won't work but man such a bummer. It's funny how much  it feels like someone broke up with me. I thought is sounded so good this past </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107833515898921647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107833515898921647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107833515898921647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107833515898921647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/03/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107817645373256479</id><published>2004-03-01T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T16:30:29.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DH David Ortiz hit a monster home run during batting practice, smashing the taillight of a green Oldsmobile parked on the grass beyond the fence. ... Francona came away impressed after throwing a round of batting practice to Nomar Garciaparra for the first time since he managed the star shortstop in the Arizona Fall League a decade ago. "I haven't thrown to Nomar for a while. I've kind of forgot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107817645373256479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107817645373256479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107817645373256479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107817645373256479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/03/dh-david-ortiz-hit-monster-home-run.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107816150158131425</id><published>2004-03-01T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T14:28:55.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay I am pissed PART TWO (NOTHING TO DO WITH KERRY AND EVERYTHING TO DO WITH ME, fatness and our culture)Why is fat so ugly?What is our cultural fear of fat?From an  economic point of view: It means serious bucks to have people dislike their appearance. To set irrational ridiculous standards (Hair coloring, Teeth Whitening, Diet foods, make up, slimming underwear, exercise videos/books, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107816150158131425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107816150158131425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107816150158131425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107816150158131425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/03/okay-i-am-pissed-part-two-nothing-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107789832830871524</id><published>2004-02-27T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T11:19:20.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm pissed.I am one of Senator Kerry's constituents and he is doing Jack  shit to represent me.I just called his office to register my concern over the Energy bill that has been proposed by the Bush Administration.I asked Senator Kerry to filibuster this bill and the man who answered the phone at his office very Waffle-y (surprise) about being sure that he would be present to register his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107789832830871524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107789832830871524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107789832830871524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107789832830871524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/im-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107782730407826048</id><published>2004-02-26T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T15:35:14.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I went to a lecture on Climate change and what we can do to provide new sources of energy for ourselves.A man in charge of putting together the Cape Wind -offshore wind farm on Nantcket sound spoke. What he had to say was so compelling.I really can't think of one reason not to support this initiative.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107782730407826048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107782730407826048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107782730407826048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107782730407826048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/last-night-i-went-to-lecture-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107782652945220257</id><published>2004-02-26T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T15:18:20.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's a pretty cool idea.Challenge to elected officials who claim to be protecting marriage on whether conduct is consistent with rhetoric.Make them sign a Fidelity pledge</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107782652945220257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107782652945220257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107782652945220257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107782652945220257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/heres-pretty-cool-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107781881346178268</id><published>2004-02-26T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T13:10:19.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHAT kind of seducer am I?  I am the Charismatic Charisma is a presence that excites us. It comes from an inner quality - self-confidence, sexual energy, sense of purpose, contentment - that most people lack and want. This quality radiates outward, permeating the gestures of Charismatics, making them seem extraodinary and superior. They learn to heighten their charisma with a piercing gaze, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107781881346178268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107781881346178268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107781881346178268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107781881346178268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/what-kind-of-seducer-am-i-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107780977668692086</id><published>2004-02-26T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T10:40:29.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to Yoga yesterday morning for the first time in a seriously long while.I reawakened some chakras and some spiritual centers and also some muscle fibers I'd forgotten about.The teacher was a Class A flake. She talked to much and her sense of timing sucked. Whatever...it still felt good to contort into odd positions and release some tension. My hair has been inordinately curly recently.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107780977668692086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107780977668692086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107780977668692086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107780977668692086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-went-to-yoga-yesterday-morning-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107772029230231937</id><published>2004-02-25T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T11:07:38.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I hope that Nomar's press conference yesterday isn't indicative of a crappy season. The fact that he started Spring Training with a press conference discussing how he is angry about the way he was treated kind of bugs me. Here is an article about the news conference. I am sure that I don't know enough about the situation to really have an opinion. All I DO know is that he sounds really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107772029230231937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107772029230231937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107772029230231937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107772029230231937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/so-i-hope-that-nomars-press-conference.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107766153725034165</id><published>2004-02-24T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T17:28:47.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I suddenly feel self-conscious. Like I have become too terribly serious and entirely unfunny and uninteresting.That bums me out, even if it is just a figment of my imagination.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107766153725034165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107766153725034165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107766153725034165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107766153725034165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-suddenly-feel-self-conscious.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107764081159667632</id><published>2004-02-24T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T12:03:56.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I went to see a presentation of  4 short documentaries. Two are oscar nominated and one was short-listed and the other won awards at Sundance and Cannes. All four films were gut-wrentching and riveting and just sent me into a bit of a tailspin.In the film Asylum  a young Ghanian woman flees from a life of  female circumcision, rape, and being owned by her father. She escapes and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107764081159667632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107764081159667632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107764081159667632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107764081159667632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/last-night-i-went-to-see-presentation.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107757794808032237</id><published>2004-02-23T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T18:19:28.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So inspiring.This is absolutely why Howard Dean rocks.Watch this video thing-y.It's really nice.www.thankyouhoward.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107757794808032237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107757794808032237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107757794808032237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107757794808032237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/so-inspiring.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107756670183495586</id><published>2004-02-23T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T15:07:48.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I am so utterly invaded by the NEED to sleep.It seems to hit at most inopportune moments.I am a factory of yawns, my eyes are tearing and my muscles whining.sweet slumber calls and so do the piles of work that need to get done.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107756670183495586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107756670183495586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107756670183495586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107756670183495586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/sometimes-i-am-so-utterly-invaded-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107729772924347137</id><published>2004-02-20T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T12:24:51.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Margaret Cho Kicks serious ass.Girl is a powerful force of whup ass.LOVE her.Here is her blog</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107729772924347137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107729772924347137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107729772924347137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107729772924347137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/margaret-cho-kicks-serious-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107729575715155152</id><published>2004-02-20T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T12:04:18.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Baseball, Howard Dean, Silly pop songs, Baseball , baseball, Howard Dean, New Music, my awesome friends, good food and love. I am cautiously and willingly allowing myself to let romance and passion and (yes) love into my life. It's freaking me out to the high heavens but it sure feels good. My mom asked me if I am a girl in love and I didn't know what to say...Funny how moms know everything </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107729575715155152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107729575715155152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107729575715155152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107729575715155152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/baseball-howard-dean-silly-pop-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107729564245912141</id><published>2004-02-20T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T12:50:52.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw Out Hud last fall with !!! and it was a really amazing show. At times the hipster factor made me want to wretch but I decided not to hold that against the band. If some personality-less hipsters want to worship at the altar of Out Hud is that Out hud's fault? I don't think so.I like it less recorded, but I think that they are just awesomely energetic, quasi/very poppy, in your face, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107729564245912141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107729564245912141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107729564245912141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107729564245912141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-saw-out-hud-last-fall-with-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107721906819331355</id><published>2004-02-19T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T14:41:37.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is happiness.The only thing that could possibly make me happier right now is:a) to get nomo back from the dodgersb) to go on a shopping spree for records, guitars, pedals, and ampsc) to go on a shopping spree for cute spring clothingd) to have a lovely garden in my back yard with sun-ripened toamtoes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107721906819331355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107721906819331355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107721906819331355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107721906819331355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/this-is-happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107720969193908351</id><published>2004-02-19T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T11:57:33.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The go-betweens inspire me to want to write the best pop songs I can.I hate it when I am stuck at work and I want to write and play music.I know I have so much to get out...so many songs in me...they get stuck in me though.I am not sure how to make the time to let them see the light of day.I have so many things I want to do and yet time just pisses away...I mean my job is interesting and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107720969193908351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107720969193908351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107720969193908351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107720969193908351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/go-betweens-inspire-me-to-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107712604965342046</id><published>2004-02-18T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T14:35:13.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FROM HOWARD DEAN'S WEB SITEToday my candidacy may come to an end—but our campaign for change is not over.I want to thank each and every person who has supported this campaign. Over the last year, you have reached out to neighbors, friends, family and colleagues—building one American at a time the greatest grassroots campaign presidential politics has ever seen. I will never forget the work </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107712604965342046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107712604965342046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107712604965342046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107712604965342046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/from-howard-deans-web-site-today-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107712193310347549</id><published>2004-02-18T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T11:35:37.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I still believe in Howard Dean.I honestly think he would have been the best candidate against George Bush.Now that he has dropped out of the race, however, I will put all my support behind John Edwards.Edwards is a talented, thoughtful wordsmith who is honest and stands firmly behind his principles.That is the kind of candidate I can support.I look  forward to seeing what Howard Dean will do</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107712193310347549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107712193310347549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107712193310347549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107712193310347549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-still-believe-in-howard-dean.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107704694733323922</id><published>2004-02-17T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T16:32:29.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'd like to go on record saying "I am so glad that A-rod is with the Yankees!"I think he belongs on the Yankees.He never would have fit well with the red sox.Everyone needs to remember that:a) The Yankees paid an OBSCENE amount of money for him. No human being's talent is REALLY worth that amount of money.b) They have him until 2016 which is just absurd.c) He's playing 3rd base...he's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107704694733323922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107704694733323922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107704694733323922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107704694733323922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/id-like-to-go-on-record-saying-i-am-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107668977265726467</id><published>2004-02-13T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T11:36:22.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyone I know is knee-deep in a serious amount of shit right now.It's like everyone is being pushed by the universe to face embedded fears and make serious changes in their lives.It's good shit but it's change and it's really tough.I mean REALLY tough.Get a job. Get a new job that makes you happier. Ask someone out on a date. Trust yourself. Let yourself fall in love. Dare to succeed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107668977265726467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107668977265726467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107668977265726467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107668977265726467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/everyone-i-know-is-knee-deep-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107659951764569837</id><published>2004-02-12T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T10:28:52.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The science fair I judged was really pretty excellent.The kids blew my mind.Even if their science wasn't so terribly tight, they were all so amazing in their potential.I mean even the kids that sort of blew off their project seemed to care what I thought of their presentation. I think this may be a testament to the way my friend (their science teacher) prepared them.When I asked a couple </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107659951764569837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107659951764569837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107659951764569837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107659951764569837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/science-fair-i-judged-was-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107653702717511104</id><published>2004-02-11T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T17:09:11.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My worlds collide.I drove by a white hen pantry on the way to the science fair while sporting my newly cut hair.Holy coincidence batman.I actually DO want to read the new Deepak Chopra book about coincidences. The Spontaneous Fulfillment of Desire Harnessing the Infinite Power of Coincidence I am intrigued by coincidences.I'd like to go on about why I am intrigued but I am too tired at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107653702717511104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107653702717511104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107653702717511104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107653702717511104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/my-worlds-collide.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107643705409328177</id><published>2004-02-10T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T13:21:57.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am posting like mad today...My favorite convenience store is the White hen Pantry (the oldschool ones.)a) it's called a pantryb) the logo is awesome (Brown and Orange? with a HEN?) Love it.c) on the wall over the drinks cooler it says in brown wood letters...TONIC.d) the cheesecloth is on display next to the doo rags and bandanas. This is found right next to the aisle dedicated entirely</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107643705409328177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107643705409328177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107643705409328177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107643705409328177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-am-posting-like-mad-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107643270721545274</id><published>2004-02-10T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T12:07:36.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow I am judging a middle school science fair.I have done this for the past 4 years.It's always a trip.It's funny to have kids try and impress me.They have always been respectful and it's cool to watch them get excited  about science and see the ways they express their individuality.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107643270721545274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107643270721545274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107643270721545274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107643270721545274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/tomorrow-i-am-judging-middle-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107642527006940289</id><published>2004-02-10T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T10:03:38.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm getting a haircut.So exciting.I can't wait to get rid of some of this sad looking hair.Why do I always wait so long?I am sure that part of it is that it's just hard to spend the money.Still.I know that having a good haircut makes me much happier.So where's the rub? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107642527006940289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107642527006940289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107642527006940289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107642527006940289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/im-getting-haircut.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107636215488226606</id><published>2004-02-09T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T16:35:41.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh My god....BASEBALL is coming soon.SO soon.Ack!SO soon!eep eep eep.I LOVE it.Pitchers and catchers report in 4 and a half days!I am so excited to go to Spring Training the beginning of March.While in Florida I am going to watch an immense amount of baseball,  find seashells on Sanibel Island (and drink orange juice and wrestle alligators). Possibly I'll scout out some of the boys and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107636215488226606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107636215488226606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107636215488226606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107636215488226606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107608851775256409</id><published>2004-02-06T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T13:11:18.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vic Chesnutt has always amazed me.He is by far one my top 5 people to see live.He is this shocking embodiment of realness, passion and life.I mean he rocks my world.There is a great documentary about him called "Speed Racer: Welcome to the World of Vic Chesnutt " I loved that fuckin' film. This is his bio (from his web site)It's his life. It's a poem. It unreal.born jax fla. 1964</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107608851775256409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107608851775256409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107608851775256409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107608851775256409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/vic-chesnutt-has-always-amazed-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107600101976361768</id><published>2004-02-05T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T12:25:52.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One step at a time.That's how progress happens, yo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107600101976361768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107600101976361768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107600101976361768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107600101976361768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/one-step-at-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107591093869794609</id><published>2004-02-04T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T11:16:30.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have to get crackin and start designing my valentines for this year.I love making valentines. It brings me great pleasure.My officemate and friend Tina is listening to some elevator type lite jazzy music that reminds me of going to my piano lesson at Father Cray's house in Erie, PA.  He always had this kind of music playing on his little radio in the waiting room which sat under an ugly huge</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107591093869794609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107591093869794609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107591093869794609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107591093869794609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-have-to-get-crackin-and-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107582083725968848</id><published>2004-02-03T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T10:37:01.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HomestasisPronunciation: "hO-mE-O-'stA-s&amp;sFunction: nounEtymology: New Latin: a relatively stable state of equilibrium or a tendency toward such a state between the different but interdependent elements or groups of elements of an organism, population, or groupThings change and we try to accommodate the change in our relatively stable lives.In the face of newness, I try to keep things in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107582083725968848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107582083725968848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107582083725968848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107582083725968848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/homestasis-pronunciation-ho-me-o-sta.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107573602955503337</id><published>2004-02-02T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T10:36:06.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Perhaps I should have taken a sick day.I am in a pretty flippin' pathetic way this morning.I wonder what makes people wreck havoc after a big sporting event?Everyone who watches a big game should be required to work out for 45 minutes before watching a game so that will use up some of that pent up energy...or they should set up padded room where people can hurl themselves at the walls in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107573602955503337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107573602955503337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107573602955503337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107573602955503337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/02/perhaps-i-should-have-taken-sick-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107539862216545277</id><published>2004-01-29T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T12:53:07.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy windy-ness.I want some new music.Does anyone have some recent favorites?I want the new Mountain Goats record and I want the shins new record too.I feel woefully outta the loop.Help bring me back into the musical fray would ya?I watched Modulations  last night. It is a documentary about electronica made in the late 90s.I was really informative and interesting.I have always been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107539862216545277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107539862216545277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107539862216545277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107539862216545277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/01/holy-windy-ness.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107530496707106566</id><published>2004-01-28T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T10:53:14.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why We Love - A new book by the evolutionary anthropologist, Helen Fisher.Fascinating. What is the chemistry - the biological imperative for falling in love?Irrationality, obsession...what's it all about?This is an interview with Fisher.The thing I like about my job is that I can find a way to use her research in an article I am writing. That means I get to call her and ask her questions. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107530496707106566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107530496707106566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107530496707106566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107530496707106566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/01/why-we-love-new-book-by-evolutionary.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107521783491425481</id><published>2004-01-27T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T10:39:23.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I put too much sugar in my coffee.I really think that Bill Murray should win for Best Actor in "Lost in Translation"He is so talented. I have a crush on Bill Murray.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107521783491425481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107521783491425481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107521783491425481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107521783491425481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-put-too-much-sugar-in-my-coffee.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107513220939693579</id><published>2004-01-26T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T10:52:59.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shhhhhh.10 minutes til some other time.Quiet brings some form of peace.Comfortable in my skin (What?!? Comfortable? No...no that's impossible and true) and warm. Warmer than before.Various chapsticks are littered about me.I love the way my lips tingle with Camphor. They are alive.Grandaddy keeps the rock and lilting melodies in my headphones and the cold cold air streams in my window.I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107513220939693579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107513220939693579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107513220939693579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107513220939693579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/01/shhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107488625751970313</id><published>2004-01-23T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T14:55:18.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The man who played Captain Kangaroo died.I loved that show as a kid.I even had a club called the mr.greenjeans club. I think the club was mean spirited and hurtful to other neighborhood kids.That is surely not what Captain Kangaroo nor Mr. Greenjeans would have wanted. I see that now. Oh yeah, remember the ping pong balls...that was so funny. Loved that.Oh and What about picture </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107488625751970313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107488625751970313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107488625751970313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107488625751970313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/01/man-who-played-captain-kangaroo-died.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107481217270415069</id><published>2004-01-22T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T14:39:58.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey look! I was quoted in the Patriot Ledger in an article about skating on the Frog Pond...Check it out hereMy quote was really "It's neat"...not "you need" but whatever...misqouted a little bit...not the end of the world.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107481217270415069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107481217270415069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107481217270415069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107481217270415069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/01/hey-look-i-was-quoted-in-patriot.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107479172717029919</id><published>2004-01-22T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T12:28:49.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please, whatever you think of Howard Dean right now, take a moment. Breathe and look at his web site. (www.deanforamerica.com) Really read what he is about. Read his issues pages. Howard Dean stands for responsible choices and thoughtful policies. Policies that educate, feed, clothe and offer medical care. He believes that people equipped with the fundamentals can be more successful. More </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107479172717029919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107479172717029919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107479172717029919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107479172717029919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/01/please-whatever-you-think-of-howard.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107478993057509072</id><published>2004-01-22T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T11:48:10.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you are looking for a way to shake it...Go to the milky way tonight forClub Thursdays: Easy v TenderloinClub Thursday features the dance battle of the titans featuring Easy (David D.) v. Tenderloin (Casey). Funky new techno sounds, mad hits, motown pop, funky house, vocal electro. The best sh#@t!Just a $2 cover tonight!Time: 9 pmought to be fun. (especially the MAD HITS!)-or- If </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107478993057509072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107478993057509072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107478993057509072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107478993057509072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/01/if-you-are-looking-for-way-to-shake-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107470800581335904</id><published>2004-01-21T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T13:29:18.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What am I doing here?I did all this work to break through the impenetrable wall and now I am stuck again.Pushing forward, unsticking myself just to become stuck again.There's a vision of busting the lock off the front door, bursting through being blinded by light so intense it glistens and swirls in pools. The greens are greener than your retina(e) can bear, the chirps of the birds twinkle in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107470800581335904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107470800581335904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107470800581335904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107470800581335904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/01/what-am-i-doing-here-i-did-all-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107463568898393566</id><published>2004-01-20T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T16:56:48.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bush Speech Features 'Dean-Like Jurassic Screech'FunnyMakes me feel better. A little satire goes a  long way.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107463568898393566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107463568898393566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107463568898393566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107463568898393566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/01/bush-speech-features-dean-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107462892069597477</id><published>2004-01-20T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T15:04:00.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, now that I have eaten and blown off some steam...I feel better.I STILL hate that article but I am ready to fight the good fight for Governor Dean.Go Team!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107462892069597477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107462892069597477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107462892069597477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107462892069597477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/01/well-now-that-i-have-eaten-and-blown.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107461630338368217</id><published>2004-01-20T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T11:35:20.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THIS is is the most blatant attempt to smear Howard Dean.Please read the words used here: they are incendiary. Bellow?Thrash?Growling ?Angry?This is utter bull shit.Dean is being blasted for essentially BEING a candidate. I can't even explain what bullshit this is.Nevermind that no one seems to care that Kerry STAGED a fucking reunion with the guy whose life he saved in Vietnam...I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107461630338368217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107461630338368217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107461630338368217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107461630338368217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/01/this-is-is-most-blatant-attempt-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107461368729114977</id><published>2004-01-20T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T11:11:35.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am angry and sad about Howard Dean.I don't believe the fight is over and I will stand behind him as a cadidate because I know that political races shift in a moment...I feel like I have been hit in the gut.My head is pounding and my eyes aren't focusing.People are bugging me and I wish I wasn't here pretending to work.grum-pea</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107461368729114977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107461368729114977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107461368729114977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107461368729114977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-am-angry-and-sad-about-howard-dean.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107452899510230512</id><published>2004-01-19T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T11:22:16.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Walkin' in Memphis.This is what I saw around the corner from where MLK Jr. was shot.I say "Say it louder please."More people together WILL say it louder.When I took the picture I cried. It's so fucking simple.NO DISCRIMINATION.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107452899510230512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107452899510230512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107452899510230512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107452899510230512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/01/walkin-in-memphis.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107452556878686338</id><published>2004-01-19T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T10:21:43.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UP in heaven you're a shoe-in if you open up your heart to me...Ida's love of the Secret Stars makes them as perfect as I like them to be.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107452556878686338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107452556878686338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107452556878686338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107452556878686338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/01/up-in-heaven-youre-shoe-in-if-you-open.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107429007156279326</id><published>2004-01-16T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T16:57:01.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The new look? Too hard to read?Say it straight up if it is. No pussy footin around.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107429007156279326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107429007156279326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107429007156279326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107429007156279326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/01/new-look-too-hard-to-read-say-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107427890716094676</id><published>2004-01-16T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T16:13:30.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.right about now some sun-warmed sand and seagulls overhead with crashing waves and a trashy novel would be nice. That or playing scrabble and drinking mulled cider with rum by a roaring fire in a cabin in the woods after a long day of skiing.I'd settle for a nap though.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107427890716094676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107427890716094676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107427890716094676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107427890716094676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107417500626337450</id><published>2004-01-15T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T09:01:55.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am listening to the Amelie soundtrack and it makes me feel like twirling in many circles until I am a most dizzy young lady.fast and slower and twirling and twirling til my head hurts and the world can't catch up.ribbons in my hair, wind at my face, my lips and cheeks are red. oompa oompa the accordion skips and coughs.twirling and winding the day away.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107417500626337450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107417500626337450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107417500626337450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107417500626337450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-am-listening-to-amelie-soundtrack.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107409677596628194</id><published>2004-01-14T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T11:14:47.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>open window...freeze.close window...boil.happy medium where are you?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107409677596628194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107409677596628194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107409677596628194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107409677596628194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/01/open-window.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107409085638077730</id><published>2004-01-14T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T10:06:11.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sylvia Wittie prepares to turn in her ballot at Horace Mann Community Center in Northwest. Turnout for the primary was about 10 percent, officials said. (Michael Williamson -- The Washington Post) I think this is the cutest woman I have ever seen AND she's voting. That's just spectacular.Dean won the non-binding DC primary.Firstly, I think it is lame that many of the candidates didn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107409085638077730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107409085638077730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107409085638077730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107409085638077730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/01/sylvia-wittie-prepares-to-turn-in-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107400717855658022</id><published>2004-01-13T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T10:21:28.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Until the other day when I had lunch with my friend Nigel, I had let myself forget about how much I love the artwork of Alice Neel.See a page about her here. I find her work exhilarating and brilliant.Raw textured and craggy. Even the kids in her paintings look worn by the world. Real and scary and beautiful...I first saw a monograph of her work in my freshman painting class in high school. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107400717855658022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107400717855658022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107400717855658022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107400717855658022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/01/until-other-day-when-i-had-lunch-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107393346441250012</id><published>2004-01-12T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T16:09:53.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Three discrete thoughts: (not discreet as I spelled it earlier)...Roger Clemens signed with the astros? So much for his retirement eh?I want to see Along Came Polly. Mostly cause it's my name in the title...that's a good enough reason to see a movie, right?The newest issue of bust magazine is really good.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107393346441250012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107393346441250012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107393346441250012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107393346441250012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/01/three-discrete-thoughts-not-discreet.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107365948668131571</id><published>2004-01-09T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T10:55:26.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A man walked down the street in one degree weather with a coffee cup in one hand and a little USA flag in the other. He carried the flag as if it were the most prized possession in all the world.There is also the man who died in the one degree weather. He was homeless and this is a really nice article about him.What I want to know is why we keep flying helicopters in Iraq. It appears that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107365948668131571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107365948668131571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107365948668131571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107365948668131571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/01/man-walked-down-street-in-one-degree.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107358030837190426</id><published>2004-01-08T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T12:22:49.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay so Nomy and Manny are back up on the red sox page...so maybe that whole thing was a hoax...I am planning to go ice skating on the frog pond tonight which seems crazy. I mean it's so damn cold but I also think it sounds like a lot of fun and I have to work on my skating skills as I am going to be in a hockey game this Sunday. I haven't played hockey since high school. Back to work.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107358030837190426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107358030837190426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107358030837190426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107358030837190426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/01/okay-so-nomy-and-manny-are-back-up-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107350606043655438</id><published>2004-01-07T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T15:08:00.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From the Boston Globe:Have you heard the latest buzz about the seemingly dead Manny-for-A-Rod, Nomar-for-Ordonez deal? According to several fan message boards, the official team sites of the Red Sox, Rangers and White Sox all changed their flags at the top of their sites within an hour of each other at 2 am, removing images of the aforementioned players. eep. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107350606043655438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107350606043655438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107350606043655438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107350606043655438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/01/from-boston-globe-have-you-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107349906293196329</id><published>2004-01-07T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T13:11:22.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I find almond flavoring to be pretty nasty tasting.Don't give me anything fake almond. I will reject it out of hand... (the one exeption is an amaretto sour...the lemon takes away the fake almond and makes for a yummy drink) Any way blah blah...the point of this particualr note here is to let you know that for the first  time ever I tasted a REAL almond that had a hint of what I hate about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107349906293196329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107349906293196329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107349906293196329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107349906293196329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-find-almond-flavoring-to-be-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107348716073113338</id><published>2004-01-07T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T09:53:00.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music is motivating.Coffee is stimulating.Work must get done now.Not a haiku because it is 7-7-5. But that's fine.It is my post modern haiku. (I don't even really know what the hell post modern means, it just sounds way cool and hipsters use it all the time.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107348716073113338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107348716073113338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107348716073113338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107348716073113338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/01/music-is-motivating.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845976.post-107339896898377234</id><published>2004-01-06T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T09:27:21.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>About every six months I get the urge to hear the song "Falling From Grace" by the Gentle Waves.What shocks me every time is the fact that I can't enjoy any other song on the album.I keep the album because I really like "Falling From Grace."The other songs just seem awkward and uncomfortable. Overly wrought.I guess I didn't realize until now that everytime is not a word. every time. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/feeds/107339896898377234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5845976&amp;postID=107339896898377234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107339896898377234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845976/posts/default/107339896898377234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpea.blogspot.com/2004/01/about-every-six-months-i-get-urge-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04906020667002844605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
