<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869112</id><updated>2009-02-21T06:45:35.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laminations</title><subtitle type='html'>Gentlemen, I wash my hands of this weirdness. -Capt. J.S.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliefatale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliefatale.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554053695398958932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869112.post-114885996031098563</id><published>2006-05-28T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T19:46:00.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I could clone myself......my clone's career would use the other side of my brain: costume designer, hair stylist, makeup artist.I did my sister's hair and make up for prom.  Dreadlocks, actually easier to style than straight hair: they've got natural velcro properties.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/114885996031098563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/114885996031098563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliefatale.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114885996031098563' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554053695398958932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12723033542367236009'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869112.post-114381853850060279</id><published>2006-03-31T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T10:23:52.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Ivory Tower: thoughts on museumsWhy is it that museums look like armories? Look: The Wadsworth Atheneum, Hartford, CT. Thank you, Antiquarian and Landmarks Society.The Smithsonian, Washington, DC. Thank you, National Library of Medicine.No wonder they have attendance and funding shortfalls.From the Courant, a museum expansion in Savannah: "'Museums sometimes look like fortresses, and they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/114381853850060279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/114381853850060279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliefatale.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114381853850060279' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554053695398958932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12723033542367236009'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869112.post-114234481899062695</id><published>2006-03-14T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T09:00:19.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bill Nye the Science GuyHoly cow! I absolutely loved Bill's show. At some point, he disappeared from PBS, and life was a little bleaker. Then I heard he recently got married, which was nice. And now, he has a column on MSN! Hooray for Bill! (I also love his retro-looking website.  Too bad the t-shirts are only kids' sizes...)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/114234481899062695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/114234481899062695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliefatale.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114234481899062695' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554053695398958932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12723033542367236009'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869112.post-113171718767286817</id><published>2005-11-11T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T12:40:23.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Note 11/15: Not that anyone will read this, but for my own conscience...Terrible error on my part! In my fervor to post to my blog after a long absence, I confused the city of Bethlehem with Jerusalem.  It was originally proposed that Jerusalem should be internationally administered.  I say, why not Bethlehem too?  Anyway, Bethlehem is not as much of a contested territory as Jerusalem, though it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/113171718767286817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/113171718767286817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliefatale.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113171718767286817' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554053695398958932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12723033542367236009'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869112.post-112415267505811218</id><published>2005-08-15T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T20:37:55.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Jane Austen's Emma and professions for young womenIn Emma, Jane Fairfax is a kind of secondary character, a mirror against which the protagonist compares herself.  While Emma is suitably well-off to live a life of leisure, Jane will have to become a governess, unless she can somehow snatch a wealthy husband-- she's an orphan and, though "well-bred," her adoptive family can't afford to support </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/112415267505811218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/112415267505811218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliefatale.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112415267505811218' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554053695398958932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12723033542367236009'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869112.post-111983563923204606</id><published>2005-06-26T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T21:27:19.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was going through some old journals, and found these entries from when I worked retail in a discount book store.  I thought they were pretty darn funny, so I'll share with you:"…While I'm at work, people behave as though it's an upscale department store and I'm some kind of [stinking] personal shopper or concierge.  No! Don't ask me to find something for you when you haven't even looked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111983563923204606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111983563923204606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliefatale.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111983563923204606' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554053695398958932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12723033542367236009'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869112.post-111901579157753736</id><published>2005-06-17T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T09:43:11.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Thus insured against aggressive admiration...Sometimes I totally feel like doing this:“She reached Chalk-Newton and breakfasted at an inn, where several young men were troublesomely complimentary to her good looks. […] As soon as she got out of the village, she entered a thicket and took from her basket one of the oldest field-gowns, which she had never put on even at the dairy—never since she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111901579157753736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111901579157753736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliefatale.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111901579157753736' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554053695398958932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12723033542367236009'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869112.post-111595254939134016</id><published>2005-05-12T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T22:49:09.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And now, a word from Zuhair the Moralist...War is nothing else but what you've known and yourselves tasted,it is not a tale told at random, a vague conjecture;when you stir it up, it's a hateful thing you've stirred up;ravenous it is, once you whet its appetitie; it bursts aflame,then it grinds you as a millstone grinds on its cushion;yearly it conceives, birth upon birth, and with twins for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111595254939134016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111595254939134016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliefatale.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111595254939134016' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554053695398958932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12723033542367236009'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869112.post-111594074226616596</id><published>2005-05-12T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T19:35:15.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rubbing salt in their wounds... literallyFrom The Palestinian Gandhi by Dr. Ran HaCohen"...On Thursday, April 28, about 1,000 Palestinians and some 200 Israeli guests, invited by the people of Bil'in, participated in a demonstration against the wall. All the participants undertook in advance to avoid all violence, no matter whether they had seen the Gandhi film or not. But even before the demo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111594074226616596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111594074226616596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliefatale.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111594074226616596' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554053695398958932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12723033542367236009'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869112.post-111586024594953384</id><published>2005-05-11T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T13:42:24.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Note:To add to my list of Books That Have Changed My LifeNickel and Dimed by Barbara Ehrenreichpp. 220-221:"Guilt [...] isn't that what we're supposed to feel? But guilt doesn't go anywhere near far enough; the appropriate emotion is shame-- shame at our own dependency, in this case, on the underpaid labor of others. When someone works for less pay than she can live on-- when, for example, she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111586024594953384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111586024594953384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliefatale.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111586024594953384' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554053695398958932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12723033542367236009'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869112.post-111569128892823502</id><published>2005-05-09T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T22:14:48.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CrackI have determined that there really is nothing better than reading for pleasure.  I have been waiting  for this the way a convict longs for freedom, the way an invalid pines for solid food, the way FDR wanted so badly to stand on his own again.I'm not even finished with exams and I have already nabbed two Mrs. Gaskell books from the library, North and South and Wives and Daughters; today I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111569128892823502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111569128892823502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliefatale.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111569128892823502' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554053695398958932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12723033542367236009'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869112.post-111522485074740902</id><published>2005-05-04T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T12:42:59.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reign of the Death-Eye DogFrom yesterday's Washington Post, Torture's Tortured Cultural Roots, by Teresa Wiltz...In pop culture, we approve of rogue heroes saving the day by any means necessary. It's all about getting the job done, and in getting the job done, there will always be casualties of war. And anyway, the bad guy deserved it.It's not so simple, of course, when as a nation we're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111522485074740902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111522485074740902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliefatale.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111522485074740902' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554053695398958932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12723033542367236009'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869112.post-111504364830603495</id><published>2005-05-02T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T10:20:48.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Op-Ed from today's New York TimesFrom 'Gook' to 'Raghead'By BOB HERBERTI spent some time recently with Aidan Delgado, a 23-year-old religion major at New College of Florida, a small, highly selective school in Sarasota.On the morning of Sept. 11, 2001, before hearing anything about the terror attacks that would change the direction of American history, Mr. Delgado enlisted as a private in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111504364830603495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111504364830603495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliefatale.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111504364830603495' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554053695398958932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12723033542367236009'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869112.post-111483198497519048</id><published>2005-04-29T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T23:33:04.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From the GW Writers' ConferenceThe most eloquent way to say, "Shut up. Now."MOUTHI wish I could show youit does not mean you're dyingto keep it closed a moment.I like to see the thin lineof your lips pursed shutlike a bag with a closed zipper.Your teeth are tucked away, safe.Don't worry. Let one lip lay closeon top of the other, no space between.In fact, when you are awayI practice for hours, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111483198497519048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111483198497519048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliefatale.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111483198497519048' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554053695398958932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12723033542367236009'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869112.post-111457227835115689</id><published>2005-04-26T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T23:24:38.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going to a writing conference!Yay! I took the leap and submitted my piece on Tinariwen and dancing (see October 2004), revamped a bit.  They accepted it, so Friday night I'm going to talk about writing with other writers!  The theme of the conference is introspective writing.  I'm mainly interested in motivating myself to write more and better, for this blog and maybe other outlets... One </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111457227835115689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111457227835115689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliefatale.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111457227835115689' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554053695398958932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12723033542367236009'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869112.post-111457187803623098</id><published>2005-04-26T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T23:17:58.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Licking my chopsIt is a truth universally acknowledged that the best thing about graduating from college is that your time outside of work is your own, i.e. for PLEASURE READING.I am anxiously compiling my dream menu, I mean, summer reading list:All the Jane Austen I haven't read yetDitto Mrs. GaskellDitto Virginia WoolfThe Wind in the Willows (I have no idea...)The Forsyte SagaReviving Ophelia (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111457187803623098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111457187803623098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliefatale.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111457187803623098' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554053695398958932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12723033542367236009'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869112.post-111436419629360451</id><published>2005-04-24T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T13:36:36.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Day Spa as Mental Health FacilityYesterday at the spa where I am the weekend receptionist, I got a phone call from a woman looking to come in for a massage.  I could hear kids in the background, and she sounded a little like she had a cold.  It soon became clear to me that she was crying.  "I just really need to get away right now."  She wanted to come in as soon as possible, but we didn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111436419629360451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111436419629360451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliefatale.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111436419629360451' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554053695398958932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12723033542367236009'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869112.post-111290605208498900</id><published>2005-04-07T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T16:34:12.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog O'DCOOohhh! I just found the greatest blog! This makes my afternoon so much better.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111290605208498900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111290605208498900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliefatale.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111290605208498900' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554053695398958932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12723033542367236009'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869112.post-111221790502450481</id><published>2005-03-30T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T16:26:19.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TornI hate girls. And yet I love them, and I support them. I hate that they have no self-respect, are self-pitying, have no common sense, are emotionally dependent on men... Yet I empathize (since I am one) and I understand that most of this has to do with the way we are socialized. Hormones and other biological/psychological stuff also play a part, but socialization compounds all these "girly" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111221790502450481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111221790502450481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliefatale.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111221790502450481' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554053695398958932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12723033542367236009'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869112.post-111125915887335459</id><published>2005-03-19T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T14:05:58.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you haven't already filed your taxes...Please consider the fact that about half of the tax revenue collected per year in the U.S. is used to pay for military action past, present and future.  If you think this is messed up; if you are paying student loans; if you have no health insurance; if you think maybe war is not a great way to achieve peace, let the government know.This is a sample </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111125915887335459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111125915887335459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliefatale.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111125915887335459' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554053695398958932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12723033542367236009'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869112.post-111051355211216370</id><published>2005-03-10T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T23:00:02.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>By the way...Last night I saw Alannis Morrisette, Leeann Womack and Lila Downs in this gorgeous building, during a gala event to stop violence against women. Only in Washington.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111051355211216370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/111051355211216370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliefatale.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111051355211216370' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554053695398958932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12723033542367236009'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869112.post-110996900423587099</id><published>2005-03-04T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T15:43:24.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please check out new links under Travel, Visual Art, Bloggety Blog.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/110996900423587099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/110996900423587099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliefatale.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110996900423587099' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554053695398958932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12723033542367236009'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869112.post-110990139232207050</id><published>2005-03-03T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T20:56:32.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I absolutely love riding the bus.For all of you creative writers, I cannot think of a better way to find story ideas.  All I think about while I'm riding is, "What is that person's deal? Where is this guy going? Where is she from? Where do they work? Who does he live with?..."  It's awesome, and totally beautiful.  It's probably the best way to experience Washington, DC, other than walking--but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/110990139232207050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/110990139232207050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliefatale.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110990139232207050' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554053695398958932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12723033542367236009'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869112.post-110988157618326552</id><published>2005-03-03T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T16:21:39.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Kuffiyeh(c) Dale Lightfoot- Thanks to Prof. Lightfoot, whose work I also referred to in a paper on Sijilmasa, the old Moroccan trading center.I always feel good when I wear my kuffiyeh. Lately I've been wearing it as a winter scarf. Sometimes I wrap it around my hair like a gypsy. Sometimes I wear it like a hijab. It's stylish and ancient, black and white checked with tasseled fringe. It's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/110988157618326552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/110988157618326552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliefatale.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110988157618326552' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554053695398958932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12723033542367236009'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869112.post-110894942841728015</id><published>2005-02-20T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T20:30:28.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Links SectionI have added a new section: TravelThis is for myself, to keep track of where I've been and where I intend to go post-grad, and also to recommend places and accommodations to you all.Savannah is really a beautiful city, though still very 'old South': the racial divide is not subtle. This bed and breakfast inn is lovely and comfortable, and their brekky is tasty.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/110894942841728015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869112/posts/default/110894942841728015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliefatale.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110894942841728015' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554053695398958932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12723033542367236009'/></author></entry></feed>