<?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-33510218</id><updated>2012-01-28T12:04:43.680-05:00</updated><category term='reading'/><category term='blather'/><category term='music'/><category term='famous favorites'/><category term='kid stuff'/><category term='musings'/><category term='dislikes'/><category term='books'/><category term='likes'/><category term='toys'/><category term='lists'/><title type='text'>Dyke Likes and Lists</title><subtitle type='html'>Blah blah blah about what this dyke likes. Also lists.  Don't you hate misused "y"s such as in womyn?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-6893684822652897914</id><published>2010-02-01T21:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T21:02:17.298-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='likes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famous favorites'/><title type='text'>RIP Kate McGarrigale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/S3S2oWGZe5I/AAAAAAAAA4A/HwTw4RUiJ0g/s1600-h/kate+mcgarrigle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/S3S2oWGZe5I/AAAAAAAAA4A/HwTw4RUiJ0g/s320/kate+mcgarrigle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437171454386469778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I discovered Kate and Anna McGarrigale's album &lt;i&gt;The Dancer with Bruised Knees&lt;/i&gt; at a public library.  I about 14.  I guess 14 because I had started taking French and so was intrigued that some songs were in French. I took the album out many times.  I did not have a cassette tape recorder, only a record player.  Remember those?  I loved that album.  Much of my angst was tied up in it.  And released by it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Last weekend, my partner's sister was over and we were said about Kate McGarrigale's passing.  I combed through our CDs sure we had several.  We had only one, &lt;i&gt;Kate and Anna McGarrigale. &lt;/i&gt;My partner and I both liked her music.  And the music of her family.  We used to go to their concerts in New York.  We watched Rufus and Martha Wainright, Kate's children, grow up and mature every year.  It was nice.  Low key.  Fun.  Concerts of  family with magical voices.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I'll miss seeing Kate in concert.  I need to to buy some more of her still beautiful music.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-6893684822652897914?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/6893684822652897914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=6893684822652897914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/6893684822652897914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/6893684822652897914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2010/02/rip-kate-mcgarrigale.html' title='RIP Kate McGarrigale'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/S3S2oWGZe5I/AAAAAAAAA4A/HwTw4RUiJ0g/s72-c/kate+mcgarrigle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-7735387962958562674</id><published>2009-07-25T20:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:00:23.156-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famous favorites'/><title type='text'>RIP Walter Cronkite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/SmuovSaWH1I/AAAAAAAAA2w/LZBoKoxwrD4/s1600-h/waltercronkite1-799355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/SmuovSaWH1I/AAAAAAAAA2w/LZBoKoxwrD4/s320/waltercronkite1-799355.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362565311664365394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I liked and admired him.   Sensible, sensitive and reliable.  My grandparents watched his news broadcast.  My father thought he was too liberal.  I remember his coverage of the moon landing.  I was 7.  His announcing that Neil Armstrong, "a 38 year old American" was the first person on the moon gave me chills I viscerally still recall.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-7735387962958562674?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/7735387962958562674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=7735387962958562674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/7735387962958562674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/7735387962958562674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2009/07/rip-walter-cronkite.html' title='RIP Walter Cronkite'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/SmuovSaWH1I/AAAAAAAAA2w/LZBoKoxwrD4/s72-c/waltercronkite1-799355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-997289340596806717</id><published>2009-03-23T22:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:58:35.329-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='likes'/><title type='text'>Natasha Richardson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/SchLu8VARdI/AAAAAAAAAuc/MsW7AENkM5o/s1600-h/natasha.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316582629951161810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/SchLu8VARdI/AAAAAAAAAuc/MsW7AENkM5o/s200/natasha.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was as beautiful as her mother, Vanessa Redgrave. I am sorry she is gone. She was talented and only 45: younger than me. As a mom, I feel for her mom. I always write about celebrity deaths here. I'm sad it's happened again. Rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-997289340596806717?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/997289340596806717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=997289340596806717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/997289340596806717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/997289340596806717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2009/03/she-was-as-beautiful-as-her-mother.html' title='Natasha Richardson'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/SchLu8VARdI/AAAAAAAAAuc/MsW7AENkM5o/s72-c/natasha.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-1338017763206747911</id><published>2008-10-20T21:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:12:43.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor kid</title><content type='html'>My daughter was disappointed with the first grade teacher she got and was determined to be "sad today all year".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-1338017763206747911?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/1338017763206747911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=1338017763206747911&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/1338017763206747911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/1338017763206747911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2008/10/poor-kid.html' title='Poor kid'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-629439551272948498</id><published>2008-07-22T22:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T21:24:17.415-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kid stuff'/><title type='text'>Likes both meat and vegetarian fare</title><content type='html'>My son is in a vegetarian family. He likes meat. He is a carnivore, he says. But he likes vegetarian food. "I like both," says he," I know what I am: a bothatarian."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-629439551272948498?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/629439551272948498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=629439551272948498&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/629439551272948498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/629439551272948498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2008/07/likes-both-meat-and-vegetarian-fare.html' title='Likes both meat and vegetarian fare'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-5339732980951418428</id><published>2008-07-14T22:49:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T23:17:09.078-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dislikes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Life's litlle nuiscences</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/SHwTSYVtNWI/AAAAAAAAAac/dYTgHBUQPHI/s1600-h/bush+farting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223070874334999906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="125" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/SHwTSYVtNWI/AAAAAAAAAac/dYTgHBUQPHI/s200/bush+farting.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/SHwTBVWXy9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/nwjXXHW6qEs/s1600-h/belch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223070581474708434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="153" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/SHwTBVWXy9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/nwjXXHW6qEs/s200/belch.jpg" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Smelly farts, not listening kids, sibling squabbles, belchs deemed funny, rascist (but don't call 'em such, because they're well meaning) clerical staff, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/SHwU5VSXkgI/AAAAAAAAAak/FZ07MP_oJrw/s1600-h/payhere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223072643042218498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" height="211" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/SHwU5VSXkgI/AAAAAAAAAak/FZ07MP_oJrw/s200/payhere.jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;neverending fundraisers, coworkers "life events" which require renumeration, necessary work suck-up to management events.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-5339732980951418428?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/5339732980951418428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=5339732980951418428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/5339732980951418428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/5339732980951418428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2008/07/lifes-litlle-nuisences.html' title='Life&apos;s litlle nuiscences'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/SHwTSYVtNWI/AAAAAAAAAac/dYTgHBUQPHI/s72-c/bush+farting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-7070789091272614286</id><published>2008-07-09T21:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:20:52.740-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Some things I dislike</title><content type='html'>The president&lt;br /&gt;The vice-president&lt;br /&gt;Karl Rove&lt;br /&gt;Fundamentalists&lt;br /&gt;Preachers&lt;br /&gt;The Iraq war&lt;br /&gt;The four Supreme Court wingnuts: Scalia, Thomas, Alito and Roberts&lt;br /&gt;My old job&lt;br /&gt;My old boss&lt;br /&gt;Humidity&lt;br /&gt;Slugs&lt;br /&gt;Woodchucks&lt;br /&gt;Mosquitos&lt;br /&gt;Camping in a tent in the woods&lt;br /&gt;Being dirty overnight&lt;br /&gt;Commuting in traffic&lt;br /&gt;Stress eating&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-7070789091272614286?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/7070789091272614286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=7070789091272614286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/7070789091272614286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/7070789091272614286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-things-i-dislike.html' title='Some things I dislike'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-4681529258634617518</id><published>2008-06-26T21:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T19:22:31.552-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='likes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famous favorites'/><title type='text'>There's no way for George Carlin to RIP; it's just not him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/SGRAzuqHxyI/AAAAAAAAAUo/D1jTFzJdFGQ/s1600-h/george+carlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216365525844084514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/SGRAzuqHxyI/AAAAAAAAAUo/D1jTFzJdFGQ/s320/george+carlin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I remember listening to the 7 Word album at a friend's house in 8th grade. It was her brother's album. We were shocked, my 3 friends and I. My friend's brother caught us and just said that the album was what it was all about. And it was. Thanks, George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-4681529258634617518?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/4681529258634617518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=4681529258634617518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/4681529258634617518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/4681529258634617518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2008/06/theres-no-way-for-george-carlin-to-rip.html' title='There&apos;s no way for George Carlin to RIP; it&apos;s just not him'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/SGRAzuqHxyI/AAAAAAAAAUo/D1jTFzJdFGQ/s72-c/george+carlin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-3073486447932265303</id><published>2007-11-20T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T11:27:57.527-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kid stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Recent "kidisms"</title><content type='html'>"Smashed eggs" are those generally scrambled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning logs sprout fires like a volcano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not good throw a smoker (cigarette) on the ground while it's on fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-3073486447932265303?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/3073486447932265303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=3073486447932265303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/3073486447932265303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/3073486447932265303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2007/11/recent-kidisms.html' title='Recent &quot;kidisms&quot;'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-407906687484541799</id><published>2007-11-19T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:16:31.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to like and dislike about 5 (!) year olds</title><content type='html'>Dislikes&lt;br /&gt;1 They can get into &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; trouble at school&lt;br /&gt;2 The start to have real friends, not always people you'd chose&lt;br /&gt;3 They pick up bad words and habits from other kids at school&lt;br /&gt;4 They recognize differences in people about which comment in a loud voice &lt;br /&gt;5 They discover that some kids are not as gifted in the same areas they are&lt;br /&gt;6 They judge others&lt;br /&gt;7 They ask questions about God and gods, and heaven&lt;br /&gt;8 Their lying skills improve&lt;br /&gt;9 They begin to question parental authority&lt;br /&gt;10 They begin to worry about their peers' opinions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes&lt;br /&gt;1 They have started to appreciate your parental uniqueness&lt;br /&gt;2 They have genuine interests you can explore with them&lt;br /&gt;3 They can read!!!!&lt;br /&gt;4 They like school and they like to learn&lt;br /&gt;5 They recognize some of the talents they have&lt;br /&gt;6 They sometimes make friends with kids whose parents you like&lt;br /&gt;7 They start to discover the universe's mysteries&lt;br /&gt;8 They understand consequences&lt;br /&gt;9 They begin to question authority&lt;br /&gt;10 They are confident enough to confront peers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-407906687484541799?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/407906687484541799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=407906687484541799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/407906687484541799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/407906687484541799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-to-like-and-dislike-about-5-year.html' title='Things to like and dislike about 5 (!) year olds'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-5286761558477551708</id><published>2007-11-19T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T21:18:02.451-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='likes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Michelle Shocked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R0JI2Q4K-8I/AAAAAAAAANM/GcaznGXAW4g/s1600-h/michelle+shocked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134746622236490690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R0JI2Q4K-8I/AAAAAAAAANM/GcaznGXAW4g/s400/michelle+shocked.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My partner and I would both "do" Michelle Shocked given an opportunity because for each of us, she has great significance.  Because we love her music, her passion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the lyrics I love the most and for me which have great meaning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You remind me of someone I once knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know who, I don't know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who could it be, who could it be, let me see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, yes, I remember now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was me&lt;br /&gt;Filled with fear, possessed by pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitter tears I'm crying again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know when I lost the will to live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I found the will to forgive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the more I forgive the more I forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holding on to my past is my only regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the more I forgive the more I forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let it go let it go."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, forgive, forget and let go. My partner and I get to listen to Michelle in NJ! Previously, we have always listened in NYC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, one of the best concerts I ever saw was when Michelle closed out the last night of the old Ritz on 9th street. She sang for over 4 hours. Wow. I forgive much but that I do not want to forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-5286761558477551708?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/5286761558477551708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=5286761558477551708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/5286761558477551708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/5286761558477551708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2007/11/michelle-shocked.html' title='Michelle Shocked'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R0JI2Q4K-8I/AAAAAAAAANM/GcaznGXAW4g/s72-c/michelle+shocked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-9117993060075462804</id><published>2007-07-03T08:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T08:36:25.636-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famous favorites'/><title type='text'>The diva's swansong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/Roo_235gMHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/et2RxM6IQ-4/s1600-h/1_61_sills_beverly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082945341391646834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/Roo_235gMHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/et2RxM6IQ-4/s200/1_61_sills_beverly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I liked Beverly Sills on the Muppet Show. I liked her introduction of performances on PBS. I liked watching her on talk shows advocating for the arts. I enjoyed her shows with Carol Burnet. I only recently discovered how wonderful was her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, Bubbles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-9117993060075462804?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/9117993060075462804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=9117993060075462804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/9117993060075462804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/9117993060075462804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2007/07/divas-swansong.html' title='The diva&apos;s swansong'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/Roo_235gMHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/et2RxM6IQ-4/s72-c/1_61_sills_beverly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-7007909606513378400</id><published>2007-04-01T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T20:58:30.406-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Book recently read:  Self-Made Man  by Norah Vincent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/RhBRwCr3GOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3hbvP2Ht9KE/s1600-h/selfmademan.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048625068078733538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/RhBRwCr3GOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3hbvP2Ht9KE/s400/selfmademan.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In Aruba I read &lt;em&gt;Self-Made Man&lt;/em&gt; by Norah Vincent who spends a year living as a man. Her experience as a man lets us know that males are emotionally stunted and sensitive creatures from whom emotion is removed at various points of their lives willy or nilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the tale itself was entertaing, the larger issue for me as a parent of a young male was the large importance of having men in our son's life. There are rights of passage for which a male influence will be needed, especially as our son is finding his way as a man in adolescence. I am glad our son will be exposed through the Unitarian Society to senstive, strong manly men. We also have close male friends in this category but Vincent makes it clear that males need to find their way among the company of males. Before our son has to face male meanness, he should learn male kindness and tenderness. As much he will learn most "guy" skills from the lesbians in his life, he will not learn how to be a man from any woman, as Vincent's book makes clear. Men (like women) need to be among their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommended to any son's mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-7007909606513378400?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/7007909606513378400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=7007909606513378400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/7007909606513378400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/7007909606513378400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2007/04/book-recently-read-self-made-man-by.html' title='Book recently read: &lt;em&gt; Self-Made Man &lt;/em&gt; by Norah Vincent'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/RhBRwCr3GOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3hbvP2Ht9KE/s72-c/selfmademan.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-5100335365214326798</id><published>2007-03-29T17:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T17:31:48.509-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kid stuff'/><title type='text'>More kidisms</title><content type='html'>When it's winter, the trees are naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As your boo-boo heals, it melts.  Eventually it's all melted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-5100335365214326798?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/5100335365214326798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=5100335365214326798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/5100335365214326798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/5100335365214326798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2007/03/more-kidisms.html' title='More kidisms'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-8322377570748528855</id><published>2007-03-20T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T17:39:03.330-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kid stuff'/><title type='text'>Kid interpretation of traffic sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/RgBT2oGqqlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ailjvYG0WGU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044123780598377042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/RgBT2oGqqlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ailjvYG0WGU/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means "&lt;strong&gt;No swooping&lt;/strong&gt;" according to my daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-8322377570748528855?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/8322377570748528855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=8322377570748528855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/8322377570748528855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/8322377570748528855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2007/03/kid-interpretation-of-traffic-sign.html' title='Kid interpretation of traffic sign'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/RgBT2oGqqlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ailjvYG0WGU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-8076280269435456046</id><published>2007-03-15T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T20:54:15.090-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kid stuff'/><title type='text'>What you become when you die</title><content type='html'>My daughter says when she is dead, she will be a fossil.  My son replies that she will be a skeleton and she says after that, she'll be a fossil.  I love my daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-8076280269435456046?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/8076280269435456046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=8076280269435456046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/8076280269435456046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/8076280269435456046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-you-become-when-you-die.html' title='What you become when you die'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-4416671025187207938</id><published>2007-03-13T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T13:27:45.179-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='likes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kid stuff'/><title type='text'>Latest favorite kid saying</title><content type='html'>My son says, "When you're dead, you're dead all day."  I love that kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-4416671025187207938?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/4416671025187207938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=4416671025187207938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/4416671025187207938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/4416671025187207938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2007/03/latest-favorite-kid-saying.html' title='Latest favorite kid saying'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-7225346199774220130</id><published>2007-03-13T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T12:55:56.090-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dislikes'/><title type='text'>Current biggest dislike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yucky Chuck E Cheese's. See &lt;a href="http://suburbandyke.blogspot.com/2007/03/chuck-e-cheeses-aka-yucky-chuck-e-is.html"&gt;http://suburbandyke.blogspot.com/2007/03/chuck-e-cheeses-aka-yucky-chuck-e-is.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041453771433393202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/RfbXfo3XPDI/AAAAAAAAAIc/j0BWXjpVKvU/s400/ban+chuk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-7225346199774220130?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/7225346199774220130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=7225346199774220130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/7225346199774220130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/7225346199774220130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2007/03/current-biggest-dislike.html' title='Current biggest dislike'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/RfbXfo3XPDI/AAAAAAAAAIc/j0BWXjpVKvU/s72-c/ban+chuk.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-5884181889285838680</id><published>2007-03-03T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:02:43.099-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Worst and Best of 4 year olds</title><content type='html'>Worsts&lt;br /&gt;1 They have opinions&lt;br /&gt;2 They still have bathroom accidents&lt;br /&gt;3 They whine&lt;br /&gt;4 They think stupid things are funny&lt;br /&gt;5 They've started to say that they hate you&lt;br /&gt;6 They fight nasty with their sibling&lt;br /&gt;7 They make messes they hate to clean up&lt;br /&gt;8 They have too many toys&lt;br /&gt;9 Too many of their toys are still big, pastic ones&lt;br /&gt;10 They don't appreciate their possessions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bests&lt;br /&gt;1 They love to cuddle&lt;br /&gt;2 They have interesting imaginations&lt;br /&gt;3 They're fun to play with&lt;br /&gt;4 They make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;5 They say they love you a lot&lt;br /&gt;6 They are developing interests&lt;br /&gt;7 They have opinions&lt;br /&gt;8 They can play well with siblings&lt;br /&gt;9 They dance to any kind of music&lt;br /&gt;10 They are enchanting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-5884181889285838680?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/5884181889285838680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=5884181889285838680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/5884181889285838680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/5884181889285838680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2007/03/worst-and-best-of-4-year-olds.html' title='Worst and Best of 4 year olds'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-227005931279232244</id><published>2007-02-18T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T20:28:43.517-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>The Great Mortality - An Intimate History of the Black Death, the Most Devastating Plague of All Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/Rdhp1n2fqGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/khFxp-EdhY0/s1600-h/great+mortality.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032888953538062434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/Rdhp1n2fqGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/khFxp-EdhY0/s320/great+mortality.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the book which decribes how medieveal Europeans were filty, unwashed walking disease vectors. This book describes how the Black Death started, spead and depopulated much of the "old world". As a history aficionado I would recommend it to others of my ilk. However, I think it should be required reading by all in medical and public health professions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as now, health and hygiene are essential for humans. Any virus / disease can develop be spread the usual way through travel and trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book discusses, as it says. the plague in &lt;em&gt;intimate detail&lt;/em&gt;: how it effects a human body, how it transmits via rat fleas, how it flourishes in flea guts, how it kills in cities and the countryside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is well written and I could not put it down. This 700 year old catastrophy still resounds  today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-227005931279232244?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/227005931279232244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=227005931279232244&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/227005931279232244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/227005931279232244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2007/02/great-mortality-intimate-history-of.html' title='&lt;em&gt;The Great Mortality - An Intimate History of the Black Death, the Most Devastating Plague of All Time&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/Rdhp1n2fqGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/khFxp-EdhY0/s72-c/great+mortality.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-7301247679119890660</id><published>2007-02-07T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T19:26:02.082-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Recommended reading -  1491 New Revelations of the Americas before Columbus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/Rcpomy1DCJI/AAAAAAAAADw/1N2R7ahLALI/s1600-h/book1491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028946949601167506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/Rcpomy1DCJI/AAAAAAAAADw/1N2R7ahLALI/s200/book1491.jpg" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was more to the new world than Pocahontas. This book explores many indigenous "new world" cultures and civilizations which existed before the European arrival. Disease, especially smallpox, devasted as much as 95 % of the pre-Columbian population. The Europeans were unhealthy, un-hygenic and immune to their own diseases. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Indians traded with each other, fought each other and changed the environment as much as any other peoples in the world. We owe much of what we eat today to culitvars from North and South America. I am still reading this book which I can't put down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-7301247679119890660?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/7301247679119890660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=7301247679119890660&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/7301247679119890660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/7301247679119890660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2007/02/recommended-reading-1491-new.html' title='Recommended reading - &lt;em&gt; 1491 New Revelations of the Americas before Columbus&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/Rcpomy1DCJI/AAAAAAAAADw/1N2R7ahLALI/s72-c/book1491.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-2832395898649915926</id><published>2007-01-30T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T09:37:20.302-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blather'/><title type='text'>Mood right now</title><content type='html'>Last night, no sleep. I don't wanna work, so I blog and I post. Tired, unmotivated. Sluggish and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;unrenewed&lt;/span&gt;. Coffee, coffee, coffee. Over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;caffeinated&lt;/span&gt;? Oh, yes. Peppy? Hell no. Gotta go, do some work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-2832395898649915926?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/2832395898649915926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=2832395898649915926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/2832395898649915926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/2832395898649915926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2007/01/mood-right-now.html' title='Mood right now'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-5978201512372458505</id><published>2007-01-24T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T13:05:12.566-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famous favorites'/><title type='text'>Ali Farka Toure (belated)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/RbedJS1DB4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Agb2QwAPz74/s1600-h/ali2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023656692353795970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="153" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/RbedJS1DB4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Agb2QwAPz74/s200/ali2.jpg" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/RbedSS1DB5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/1n_N8rSiXv8/s1600-h/alifarkatoure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023656846972618642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="184" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/RbedSS1DB5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/1n_N8rSiXv8/s200/alifarkatoure.jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;He died in 2006. I loved his music because it moved and soothed my soul all at once. I can hear&lt;em&gt; Niafunke&lt;/em&gt; playing in my head as I write. He was as hot as desert heat but he was as cool as the coolest New Orleans jazz. I wish I 'd discovered him sooner tnan I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-5978201512372458505?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/5978201512372458505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=5978201512372458505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/5978201512372458505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/5978201512372458505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-been-meaning-to-get-to-ali-farka.html' title='Ali Farka Toure (belated)'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/RbedJS1DB4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Agb2QwAPz74/s72-c/ali2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-4276962874835713079</id><published>2007-01-23T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T13:42:37.110-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famous favorites'/><title type='text'>"I'm a would-be rebel - the good girl who would like to be a bad one" - Helen Mirren</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/RbeoJy1DB6I/AAAAAAAAABI/TL2c0n55uek/s1600-h/janetennison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023668795571636130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" height="177" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/RbeoJy1DB6I/AAAAAAAAABI/TL2c0n55uek/s200/janetennison.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/RbZmni1DB1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JlhMQuxBzoQ/s1600-h/asyoulikeit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023315263928600402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="145" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/RbZmni1DB1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JlhMQuxBzoQ/s200/asyoulikeit.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I fell in love with her in 1978 in the BBC production of Shakespeare's &lt;em&gt;As You Like It&lt;/em&gt;, when as Rosalind, disguised as the boy Gannymede swaying her long gartered legs through the brush, says to her beloved, unsuspecting Orlando, "I shall be thy Rosalind in a more coming on disposition."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/RbZm-S1DB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/L1k3T6QAzR8/s1600-h/mirrenhelen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023315654770624354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/RbZm-S1DB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/L1k3T6QAzR8/s200/mirrenhelen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have followed her career in movies and on &lt;em&gt;Prime Suspect&lt;/em&gt;. She is marvelously sexy and deliciously bewitching. She is an intelligent, complex actress. Now she is nominated for Best Actress for portraying &lt;em&gt;The Queen.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cheers, Helen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-4276962874835713079?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/4276962874835713079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=4276962874835713079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/4276962874835713079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/4276962874835713079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-would-be-rebel-good-girl-who-would.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m a would-be rebel - the good girl who would like to be a bad one&quot; - Helen Mirren'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/RbeoJy1DB6I/AAAAAAAAABI/TL2c0n55uek/s72-c/janetennison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-116952124428250829</id><published>2007-01-22T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T10:51:41.484-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famous favorites'/><title type='text'>I've always liked Alastair Cooke</title><content type='html'>I'm reading &lt;em&gt;Freddy and Fredericka &lt;/em&gt;by Mark Helprin. It's witty and funny; a satire on the Royal Family.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7428/2650/1600/630238/alastair%20cooke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7428/2650/200/385202/alastair%20cooke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tongue in cheek. Which lead me to re-think Alastair Cooke. No Brit was as fun or loved in my family as Alastair Cooke who introduced Masterpiece Theatre, the BBC and Britain to me. He explained and mocked, gently. He fed my adolescent and pre-pubescent anglophilia. He was suave and debonair. He made me sometimes wish to be an old, erudite Englishman. (He actually became a US citizen!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-116952124428250829?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/116952124428250829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=116952124428250829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/116952124428250829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/116952124428250829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-always-liked-alastair-cooke.html' title='I&apos;ve always liked Alastair Cooke'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-116951874086555292</id><published>2007-01-22T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T10:54:50.423-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='likes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>I like electronic toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7428/2650/1600/721708/IPODMINI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7428/2650/200/473133/IPODMINI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my 4G Ipod. I don't need another. I use it at the gym, in the car when NPR is having a begathon or when I'm on a long trip, at work and when away. I love to listen to books on it. So far, I've heard &lt;em&gt;Moby Dick,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Gilgamesh&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Aiding and Abetting &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Tom Sawyer&lt;/em&gt;. Now, I'm listening to&lt;em&gt; The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn&lt;/em&gt;. Audio literature is a pleasure harkening to its oral origins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7428/2650/1600/64625/psp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7428/2650/200/93249/psp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have always liked video games going back to Centipede and Pac-man in video arcades. I had an old Nintendo with Mario Brothers. My partner does not let me play games on our TV. I gave my Playstation 2 to homeless kids because she would never let me use it. On the computer I play Sims, Simcity and World Civilization. This is awkward and bad for my forty-something eyes and posture. My partner complains I hog the computer. My PSP is the best device because I can play it all the time wherever, whenever I want. I addicted to Lumine (3D Tetris on electronic, psychedelic, Japanese anime speed). I like the Sims but it's not as fun as the PC version. I have Grand Theft Auto - Liberty City but I cannot drive, so my guy always gets called a "pussy" and then dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Do you mean vibrators?&lt;/blockquote&gt;My partner asks over my shoulder. That is not for public knowledge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-116951874086555292?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/116951874086555292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=116951874086555292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/116951874086555292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/116951874086555292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-like-electronic-toys.html' title='I like electronic toys'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-115980842059033760</id><published>2006-10-02T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T11:04:07.542-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blather'/><title type='text'>View from my window at work:</title><content type='html'>A large, gray silver air-conditioning unit with pipes and stairs and fans which some of the guys in the office named, "The Death Star." It does not resemble that &lt;em&gt;Star Wars&lt;/em&gt; icon but is ugly and noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pebbled roof of the large courthouse / post office on which "The Death Star" lies. In the pebbles are concrete paths leading from doors and windows to the "The Death Star".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skyline of old industrial, improverished city in which I work. A still functioning factory with an American flag atop it. Chimneys and smoke stacks, mostly defunct, but some of which puff gray or white smoke. Wires and telephone poles. Billboards in Spanish and even satellite TV dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the far right, an arch shaped steel bridge stretching over the still polluted river about a mile away. The trees and church steeples of the Ironbound section in the far center. To the left, the skyline of lower Manhattan, now devoid of the Towers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds and the sky, through which landing aircraft fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-115980842059033760?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/115980842059033760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=115980842059033760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/115980842059033760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/115980842059033760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2006/10/view-from-my-window-at-work.html' title='View from my window at work:'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-115880072877079177</id><published>2006-09-20T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T11:02:01.692-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Reading updates</title><content type='html'>I finished &lt;em&gt;The Road Within&lt;/em&gt;. I lost interest in it and just skimmed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am reading a book about gnosticism. I am a Unitarian Univeralist. The gnostics were speaking about universal salvation and the unity of the divine before the Unversalists and Unitarians began espousing these ideas in the sixteenth century during the Reformation. (Of course, now Unitarian Unversalists have many beliefs about the divine or lack thereof.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am teaching the Coming of Age or Affirmation class at my church, I've had to read a handbook about Unitarian Unversalist beliefs and history. Many were burned alive in the 1500 and 1600s. Hungary and Poland were important to UU foundations. The gnostics seem to fit in here nicely and generally with my interest in mysticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see where this goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-115880072877079177?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/115880072877079177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=115880072877079177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/115880072877079177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/115880072877079177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2006/09/reading-updates.html' title='Reading updates'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-115863141953450827</id><published>2006-09-18T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T11:00:52.527-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famous favorites'/><title type='text'>They're dropping like flies</title><content type='html'>There some people like Naguib Mahfouz whom I always admired. Two other admirees died this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANN RICHARDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2650/1600/richards-p01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2650/200/richards-p01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked Ann Richards' wit and brazen brashness. She overcame alcoholism and her recovery catapaulted her into politics until she was defeated in a gubernatorial race by the current president. She used her addiction as a strength. She was politically progressive. She supported gay rights in a live and let live way. She seemed honest. She was what was positive about Texas in the same way her successor enbodies Texas' bad traits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ORIANA FALLACI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2650/1600/oriana%20fallaci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2650/200/oriana%20fallaci.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the 1980's, I read a book called &lt;em&gt;A Man&lt;/em&gt; which Oriana Fallaci had written about a Greek anti-facist guerilla who was imprisoned and later died under mysterious circumstances. She fell passionately in love with this man and the book contains some of the most sexually charged writing I've ever read. It exposed me to the ambigious world where the same people are called freedom fighters and terrorists. Fallaci herself was outspoken on many things, most especially fascism. Lately, she earned the ire of many because she spoke out about what was wrong in Islamic cultures. I have always admired her outspoken honesty even if I disagreed with it. Too few people speak their minds fearlessly and unequivocally. She was more than one of my favorite writers. She was a hero. She was a woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-115863141953450827?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/115863141953450827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=115863141953450827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/115863141953450827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/115863141953450827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2006/09/theyre-dropping-like-flies.html' title='They&apos;re dropping like flies'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-115793774898257880</id><published>2006-09-10T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T11:00:20.671-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famous favorites'/><title type='text'>How did I never know about Leonard Cohen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2650/1600/leonard%20cohen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2650/200/leonard%20cohen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd never heard of Leonard Cohen until a few years ago when I was looking through my partner's CDs. She does not play music as much as I do although she did have bigger collection after we merged and before we purged CD collections. I loaded a Leonard Cohen cover album on my ipod but have not yet listened to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my mother babysitting, my partner and I were able tonight to go to a local film festival where we saw a movie called &lt;strong&gt;"I'm Your Man"&lt;/strong&gt; which was a tribute to Leonard Cohen. His poetry and songs are beautiful. This movie was the first time I heard his songs. He wrote &lt;em&gt;Suzanne&lt;/em&gt;, one of my favorite songs, which I knew through Judy Collins' music. The Wainwrights (Rufus and Martha) and McGarrigles (Kate and Anna) and other singers sang Cohen's songs. Throughout the movie, Bono and Edge from U2 gave a running commentary and then Cohen sang with them. It was swell. Cohen can't sing but he sure sounded good with U2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cohen writes of passion and compassion of women. He feels a life force and its mystery. He comes late in life to humor. I want to explore this poet. Bono compared him to Keats or Shelley. In Cohen, I found some of what I love in John Donne: tangles with the earthly and the divine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-115793774898257880?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/115793774898257880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=115793774898257880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/115793774898257880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/115793774898257880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-did-i-never-know-about-leonard.html' title='How did I never know about Leonard Cohen?'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-115767864323075102</id><published>2006-09-07T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T11:04:27.965-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blather'/><title type='text'>Spamming creative</title><content type='html'>I like that in trying to spam me, spam itself has become creative in order to get through the filters that won't let through the email in which the title says says "girls, girls, girls", or "viagra" (however creatively spelled) or "smart money", etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I get junk mail with titles such as "responsibility", "showpiece" and "glowing". I also get things like "A pre-approved loan" and "Stock Alert: National Healthcare Logistics." My favorite are the ones which seem like they were chosen from random literate quotations. Right now, one of my email accounts has these fine gems: "cordial flaunt" and "bigwig paradoxically". These are so interesting I am tempted to click on them but I won't because I know they're junk. "Bigwig paradoxically" is very intriguing because it is just so bizarre but it's probably just a come-on for viagra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that has improved are the alleged names of the senders. No longer are they generic senders or from people with names like Mary K. or Bob B. Now, I get junk email from people named Gwendoline Chavez ("misplaced"), Lambert Rivers ("responsibility") and Skillet ("a pre-approved loan"). Again, I am also intrigued by these senders' names. Elsie Eaton sent "bigwig paradoxically." The name sounds like that of a stripper or of someone from a Dickens' novel. Who would name their kid Mortimer Santiago and what is he trying to tell me, or rather sell me, with a lead-in like "cordial flaunt"? What is a cordial flaunt? Probably, viagra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think there is a bigger essay in these spam oddities. Or perhaps there is a code? Too woo-hoo. However, I am left pondering what is a paradoxical bigwig and how to flaunt cordially. Spam has become strangely creative. Paradoxically cordial or flaunting bigwig?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-115767864323075102?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/115767864323075102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=115767864323075102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/115767864323075102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/115767864323075102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2006/09/spamming-creative.html' title='Spamming creative'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-115748392696924792</id><published>2006-09-05T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T11:03:32.809-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Update on The Road Within</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am still reading this but am now skipping parts. Tales of dreams which come true or send prescient messages are not my thing. I am interested in mysticism but have always greeted it with cynicism. Too much woo-hoo and I skiddo. I am hopeful that the sections on evil and simple gifts will be more enlightening and entertaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-115748392696924792?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/115748392696924792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=115748392696924792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/115748392696924792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/115748392696924792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2006/09/update-on-road-within.html' title='Update on &lt;em&gt;The Road Within&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-115707509007925054</id><published>2006-08-31T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T11:03:08.652-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Currently procrastinating:</title><content type='html'>1 working on resume&lt;br /&gt;2 finding an adjunct teaching position (see #1)&lt;br /&gt;3 exploring our new photoshop software&lt;br /&gt;4 working on kids thank you cars (see #2)&lt;br /&gt;5 returning to Weight Watcher because I hate counting points&lt;br /&gt;6 dieting (see #5)&lt;br /&gt;7 doing house work (I am blogging)&lt;br /&gt;8 reading (see parethesis in #7)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-115707509007925054?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/115707509007925054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=115707509007925054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/115707509007925054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/115707509007925054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2006/08/currently-procrastinating.html' title='Currently procrastinating:'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-115694334330126467</id><published>2006-08-30T08:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T10:59:35.319-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famous favorites'/><title type='text'>Farewell, Naguib Mahfouz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2650/1600/mahfouz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2650/200/mahfouz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naguib Mahfouz died yesterday. I read his book &lt;em&gt;Midaq Alley&lt;/em&gt; many years and for many years have been acquiring his books as I have come across them at yard sales. I loved &lt;em&gt;Midaq Alley &lt;/em&gt;because it was so earthy; full of yearning lower class folk attempting to escape the Cairo slum where they lived. They had really no means of escape and after brief flights always landed where they started. This story was so extraordinarily vivid, I haved long to read the rest of his work ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahfouz was a quiet hero. He was a modest man who still hung out in the same cafes he frequented before his fame. He did not become famous until his 40s before which he had worked for the government. He spoke of tolerance and moderation. He was stabbed by a religious extremist when he was in his 80s. I remember him saying, in an article appearing a few years ago in the NY Times Sunday section, that he did blame the young man who had stabbed him. Mahfouz under went rehabilitation afterwards and returned to writing in classical Arabic. The news media say he died with his wife whispering into his ear. Mahfouz modeled the art of living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-115694334330126467?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/115694334330126467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=115694334330126467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/115694334330126467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/115694334330126467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2006/08/farewell-naguib-mahfouz.html' title='Farewell, Naguib Mahfouz'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-115688374525393597</id><published>2006-08-29T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T11:02:35.430-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Currently reading: The Road Within</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2650/1600/roadwthn.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2650/320/roadwthn.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a compilation of travelers who used travel to explore their minds and spirits. I'm about a third done and my favorite tale so far is about journalist, Mike McIntyre, who quits his job and seeks to travel from California to North Carolina without spending money by only relying on others' kindness. It is called &lt;em&gt;Monk without a Robe.&lt;/em&gt; He is very feaful of many things and wishes he had been more brave in the past. He uses his journey as a way to earn courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on some kind of spiritual journey at this moment so the book resonates. I am experimenting with yoga as a search means. The book is a guidepost for where others have gone. When I travel, I am often transformed mostly in ways of which I am not aware until I return. Sometimes not until long after I returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago I was on a car trip with someone and got stuck in traffic which made a 5 hour ride turn into more than 7 hours due to bad traffic. I became very incensed and angry because I was not getting to where I wanted to go as fast I wanted. I was so blind with my stupid need to move the car very bit possible that when my traveling companion needed to go the bathroom, I became very irritated and said no because it would delay us further. I finally became rational enough to stop for a bathroom break and luckily my companion laughed rather than complained. When I related this to some very old friends, they told me that I needed to learn to enjoy the journey as well as the destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gem of wisdom shines brighter as the years pass and I realize how many journeys I am on all the time. The journeys truly are important. Sometimes, much more so than the destination. That's the bottom line of this book and why I am reading it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-115688374525393597?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/115688374525393597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=115688374525393597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/115688374525393597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/115688374525393597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2006/08/currently-reading-road-within.html' title='Currently reading: The Road Within'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510218.post-115681425173685431</id><published>2006-08-28T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T11:01:29.925-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Favorite physical activities (not in any order)</title><content type='html'>1 Spinning - feels great, gives solid legs, produces addictive endorphins&lt;br /&gt;2 Weightlifting - mindless, repetitive (sometimes this is a good thing)&lt;br /&gt;3 Yoga - stretches the body, mind and soul&lt;br /&gt;4 Walking - cheap, easy, natural, do anywhere&lt;br /&gt;5 Dancing - fun, fast, sweaty&lt;br /&gt;6 Hiking - nature, fresh air&lt;br /&gt;7 Biking - spinning for real plus fresh air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest is private.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33510218-115681425173685431?l=dykelykes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/feeds/115681425173685431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33510218&amp;postID=115681425173685431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/115681425173685431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33510218/posts/default/115681425173685431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dykelykes.blogspot.com/2006/08/favorite-physical-activities-not-in.html' title='Favorite physical activities (not in any order)'/><author><name>suburban dyke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07417934731335771033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37ciwEo9lQk/R2x82UqzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U7O4nE8UBkk/S220/fall+2007+047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
