<?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-7828080</id><updated>2012-01-30T02:48:33.724-06:00</updated><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>Fragmented Continuity</title><subtitle type='html'>"To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring--it was peace."  -Milan Kundera</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>314</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-2137321803870303013</id><published>2011-11-20T11:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T11:58:02.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Sprite Pictures</title><summary type='text'>


</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/2137321803870303013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=2137321803870303013&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2137321803870303013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2137321803870303013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2011/11/some-sprite-pictures.html' title='Some Sprite Pictures'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-duHg4tkN7qs/Tsk_RHaDFcI/AAAAAAAAANs/Lm1XSoooC5Y/s72-c/IMG_6400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-6992965530629207098</id><published>2011-11-12T09:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T09:12:03.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Consideration</title><summary type='text'>When I opened my purse today, I was greeted by the familiar smell of super bubble gum.  It instantly took me back to summer camp in 7th grade.  I was feeling lonely and homesick, but then I got a care package from my dad--filled with super bubble and Twizzlers, among other things.  It got me thinking about consideration, this ever-important thing that I always took for granted that everybody just</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/6992965530629207098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=6992965530629207098&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/6992965530629207098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/6992965530629207098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2011/11/consideration.html' title='Consideration'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-6072489012711611451</id><published>2011-10-09T09:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T09:47:26.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Vacation</title><summary type='text'>This summer Z and I decided early to take a Friday off work and have a long-weekend vacation.  In a whirlwind of birthday (my 35th), I dropped Sprite off at mom's for doggysitting on Thursday morning, before work.  Z and I were to leave promptly at 4:30 from our house for the grand up north.Wouldn't you know it?  As I was about 2 steps from leaving my office for the day, a crying student showed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/6072489012711611451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=6072489012711611451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/6072489012711611451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/6072489012711611451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2011/10/birthday-vacation.html' title='Birthday Vacation'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-6184817825417438192</id><published>2011-09-17T08:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T09:31:39.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>83rd Percentile</title><summary type='text'>Z informed me of a neat little tool at The Wall Street Journal where you can type in your household income, and it will tell you where you rank among other Americans. Z and I ranked in the 83rd percentile. (Before you go thinking we're rolling the dough, read on.)I'm shocked and saddened by this rank, for we have a fairly modest lifestyle.  How do all the people--the 82% making less than we do--</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/6184817825417438192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=6184817825417438192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/6184817825417438192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/6184817825417438192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2011/09/83rd-percentile.html' title='83rd Percentile'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-5540953381648626675</id><published>2011-09-03T09:41:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T09:49:25.952-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>Goodbye to Sugar, an Update</title><summary type='text'>In January of 2011, I decided to give up sugar, well heavily decrease my intake of it, that is.  (To see that post, click here).At that time, I had lost 7 pounds, down to 133 from my usual 140 pounds.  Seriously restricting my sugar resulted in a loss of 4-5 pounds in about 2 weeks.For many months, I was pretty good about watching my sugar.  I let myself indulge in other things, like french </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/5540953381648626675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=5540953381648626675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/5540953381648626675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/5540953381648626675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2011/09/goodbye-to-sugar-update.html' title='Goodbye to Sugar, an Update'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-2108916681978820339</id><published>2011-09-03T09:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T09:49:52.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Goodness, The Time Flies!</title><summary type='text'>I haven't logged in for so long that I almost forgot my password, yet the time that has gone by seems to go so quickly.What has happened since the last entry?  Lots of good things.Our wedding.  Fantastic, wonderful, happy, good day: our wedding.  And of course, everything that goes along with it: Bridal shower, bachelorette party, bachelor party, and gift opening.Sprite is getting older, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/2108916681978820339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=2108916681978820339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2108916681978820339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2108916681978820339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-goodness-time-flies.html' title='My Goodness, The Time Flies!'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xRL_ROXGK3c/TmI70XG6sjI/AAAAAAAAANc/yACQ6G7zA88/s72-c/IMG_5463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-4148252480244165759</id><published>2011-05-17T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T12:36:53.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>West Coast Trip 7</title><summary type='text'>Now I'm in La Quinta, California (near Palm Springs), enjoying the "springtime" of the desert.  It's almost the last leg of my trip, and at this point, I'm coming to appreciate that this vacation has really been a sampling of lifestyles.In Portland, Tootsie and Josh have a home and lifestyle somewhat similar to my own.  But Portland is a city that feels more like a town.  The roads weren't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/4148252480244165759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=4148252480244165759&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/4148252480244165759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/4148252480244165759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2011/05/west-coast-trip-7.html' title='West Coast Trip 7'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-19CZ7p8L9D4/TdKrrX6C6xI/AAAAAAAAAMw/wz834mSLYA4/s72-c/IMG_5953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-9039465197835827846</id><published>2011-05-16T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T13:05:57.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>West Coast Trip 6.5</title><summary type='text'>My week in San Francisco flew by!  Some of the things I did:1.  Ate fish and chips on Fisherman's wharf.  Watched some performance art, which was just two guys standing perfectly still.  One guy was painted entirely silver; the other entirely gold.  Their boombox was also painted gold.2.  Twice enjoyed coffee at Cafe Treiste, an Italian coffee chop in North Beach on Vallejo street--where </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/9039465197835827846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=9039465197835827846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/9039465197835827846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/9039465197835827846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2011/05/west-coast-trip-65.html' title='West Coast Trip 6.5'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RbMu1GICFxo/TdKxspFb9uI/AAAAAAAAANI/2Yaf2xrYZ1Y/s72-c/IMG_5931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-4126767016741312296</id><published>2011-05-09T18:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T18:44:06.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>West Coast Trip--A Side Note</title><summary type='text'>Last time I was in San Francisco, I had just met Z, and had recently started this blog.Now, he is my husband, and this blog as grown to over 300 posts.  Both are very cool.  Though being married to the man I love is much more important.  Cool, cool.  Just sayin'.P.S.  Hi Sprite!  Love you, girl!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/4126767016741312296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=4126767016741312296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/4126767016741312296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/4126767016741312296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2011/05/west-coast-trip-side-note.html' title='West Coast Trip--A Side Note'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RCTGSOgT208/Tch8Lsmh1bI/AAAAAAAAAMg/d-BTjS6AJaM/s72-c/IMG_5543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-6660189516010053163</id><published>2011-05-09T17:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T18:33:41.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>West Coast Trip 6</title><summary type='text'>San Francisco is teaching my about myself.1.  I am too stubborn and/or cheap to pay for a cab or trolley car when I can instead just walk.  This lesson came to me when I first arrived to the city.  I got off the bus (part of my "train" ride), rolled my luggage 3 blocks to the street I'd be staying on and then continued to ROLL MY LUGGAGE UP 10 BLOCKS OF HILL! to my destination.  My 2 pieces of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/6660189516010053163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=6660189516010053163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/6660189516010053163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/6660189516010053163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2011/05/west-coast-trip-6.html' title='West Coast Trip 6'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eMw5b8qXVXY/TchvmDrSPZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Wd5LWaZCkBo/s72-c/IMG_5786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-5595875400225744311</id><published>2011-05-09T17:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T17:44:25.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>West Coast Trip 5</title><summary type='text'>Wow!  It's all moving so fast.  So, Seattle...It was fulfilling in a heartfelt way to spend time with my stepsister, Steph.  She has become a very smart, kind-hearted, reflective, and purposeful woman.  Life has not always been easy for her, and sometimes it was heartbreaking to hear about all that transpired with her dad (my ex-stepfather) and her and her sister.  Later in life, she and her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/5595875400225744311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=5595875400225744311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/5595875400225744311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/5595875400225744311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2011/05/west-coast-trip-5.html' title='West Coast Trip 5'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ALWr17wPCRs/Tchn4kjkREI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XjT3v47nZBY/s72-c/IMG_5701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-2599055381934613847</id><published>2011-05-03T20:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T18:34:53.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>West Coast Trip 4</title><summary type='text'>In Seattle, a lovely woman pulled up to the curb of Zeitgeist coffee and gave me a big hug.  The last time I saw her, we were just 10-11 year old girls who never got a proper goodbye and who went on to live as though we never had been sisters, step-sisters that is, even though we had been best summer-friends for several years of our childhood.She took me to Pallisades, a fine-dining restaurant on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/2599055381934613847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=2599055381934613847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2599055381934613847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2599055381934613847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2011/05/west-coast-trip-4.html' title='West Coast Trip 4'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V4be1LlDr4Q/TchnBK9U41I/AAAAAAAAALo/CA5LrzF68Qs/s72-c/IMG_5725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-5741026314623417404</id><published>2011-05-02T18:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T19:14:24.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>West Coast Trip 3</title><summary type='text'>Wow!  It's hard to believe the first leg of my trip is over!  I spent 3 days in Portland, OR, with Tootsie and Josh (and Oscar, Macy, and Bogey--the dog and cats).  It was fantastic!Toots and Josh have to be two of the easiest people to be around!  What a perfect blend of doing stuff, having down time, talking, and not talking!  Both are so light-hearted and smart, too, so the conversation was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/5741026314623417404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=5741026314623417404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/5741026314623417404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/5741026314623417404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2011/05/west-coast-trip-3.html' title='West Coast Trip 3'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iaCGATdZV5U/Tb9GGC2QJGI/AAAAAAAAALY/Ntm9wzWHIi0/s72-c/IMG_5586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-3756877435579942774</id><published>2011-05-02T18:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T18:55:14.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>West Coast Trip 2</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   ZH-CN   X-NONE                                                                                                         &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/3756877435579942774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=3756877435579942774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/3756877435579942774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/3756877435579942774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2011/05/west-coast-trip-2.html' title='West Coast Trip 2'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JfZUwf5NDlo/Tb9D9EclkCI/AAAAAAAAALI/F6JmCWl9XPE/s72-c/IMG_5574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-957139560640929772</id><published>2011-05-02T18:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T18:51:20.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>West Coast Trip 1</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   ZH-CN   X-NONE                                                                                                         &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/957139560640929772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=957139560640929772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/957139560640929772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/957139560640929772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2011/05/west-coast-trip-1.html' title='West Coast Trip 1'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NMrwFXZK54w/Tb9DLbg_0oI/AAAAAAAAALA/RFFeGK_Oj3E/s72-c/IMG_5573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-5808645794947139529</id><published>2011-04-25T13:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T14:03:14.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to my SweetPea</title><summary type='text'>Dear Sprite,Can you believe we've been together for 3.5 months?Yesterday, you left to go stay with dad for one month.  I get so sad when I think of you peering out the back of the car at me, confused and probably a bit scared.  I'm sorry, girl.  You don't understand it, but we'll be back together again, and you'll have fun on the farm in the meantime.I will leave for vacation soon, but today I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/5808645794947139529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=5808645794947139529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/5808645794947139529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/5808645794947139529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2011/04/letter-to-my-sweetpea.html' title='Letter to my SweetPea'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVEPWreCIWc/TbXE6u6VxyI/AAAAAAAAAKw/aWzoRcYCsRU/s72-c/IMG_5395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-8259673740263271687</id><published>2011-03-14T15:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:05:04.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March 2011, Life These Days</title><summary type='text'>After we got the dog, life kind of exploded--into a flurry of just life-related activity.  After giving her nearly fully attention for about 2 weeks, I realized that I had to:1. get my 1-month "out west" trip planned2. get Z's travel plans all worked out for the end of my trip3. get all my wedding stuff in order--the wedding will happen some 20 days after I return from my trip!4. get the bridal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/8259673740263271687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=8259673740263271687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8259673740263271687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8259673740263271687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-2011-life-these-days.html' title='March 2011, Life These Days'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e8m8DosW9x8/TX6Cwi5_uNI/AAAAAAAAAKg/GbKTcVvJ2m0/s72-c/IMG_5289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-289504904704433533</id><published>2011-02-22T09:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T09:50:45.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wolfsprite!</title><summary type='text'>My little Sprite Sprite came home on February 6!  She was 10.6 weeks old and about 11 pounds at that time.I have always wanted to have a dog, though not necessarily a puppy, and admittedly buying her was a bit of an impulsive decision.But she was hard to resist: a girl collie/lab mix--exactly the kind of dog I wanted.The last two weeks have been trying.  But she is wonderful.  She is smart, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/289504904704433533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=289504904704433533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/289504904704433533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/289504904704433533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2011/02/wolfsprite.html' title='Wolfsprite!'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GBdWYdBbANw/TWPWta8hLFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/v2UglKzzw4I/s72-c/IMG_5271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-4313148291117582678</id><published>2011-01-31T09:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T10:27:02.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Sugar</title><summary type='text'>On Saturday, January 29, I realized that sugar may very well kill me if I keep up my current habits.  It's possible that sugar is as damaging to people as alcoholism is to the liver or smoking is to the lungs and body in general.I have been a sugar-holic probably for my whole life.  That's 34 years, ok let's say about 30 years--mom kept me a healthy baby and toddler.One year sometime before my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/4313148291117582678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=4313148291117582678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/4313148291117582678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/4313148291117582678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-bye-sugar.html' title='Goodbye, Sugar'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-8866598298066864199</id><published>2011-01-25T10:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T11:41:03.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Back to Humanism</title><summary type='text'>Today a Jonathan Kozol essay reminds me of a forgotten class of Americans: the illiterate.  "A woman in Detroit brought home a gallon of Crisco for her children's dinner.  She thought that she had bought the chicken that was pictured on the label.  She had enough Crisco now to last a year--but no more money to go back and buy the food for dinner" (Kozol, "The Human Cost of an Illiterate Society")</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/8866598298066864199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=8866598298066864199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8866598298066864199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8866598298066864199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2011/01/getting-back-to-humanism.html' title='Getting Back to Humanism'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-9160017138735207764</id><published>2011-01-05T11:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T11:42:45.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-Sabbatical Update</title><summary type='text'>24/7 Homemaker = badSo.  Being a homemaker is not the way for me.  Shortly after I proclaimed how great it was in November, I fell into some doldrums about how freaking boring it is to clean the house and do mundane taking-care-business household things as my life's work.  I then decided to stop letting house own me, to stop shopping, stop cleaning all the time, and stop feeling compelled to do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/9160017138735207764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=9160017138735207764&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/9160017138735207764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/9160017138735207764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2011/01/mid-sabbatical-update.html' title='Mid-Sabbatical Update'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-5396517643576676961</id><published>2011-01-05T10:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T11:10:11.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Either a Giver or a Taker.  True?</title><summary type='text'>Self-sufficiency has been my goal my entire life.  I wanted to be able to do life on my own.What I've been learning along the way is that I also want others to be self-sufficient. When we are all self sufficient, we are able to take of ourselves, able to achieve a level of comfort and contentment, and able to live life on our terms.  We might even have some money, time, or skills left over to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/5396517643576676961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=5396517643576676961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/5396517643576676961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/5396517643576676961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2011/01/youre-either-giver-or-taker-true.html' title='You&apos;re Either a Giver or a Taker.  True?'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-4145579887038677565</id><published>2011-01-01T17:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T17:25:14.757-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Money!  Grrrrrr....Starting 2011</title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year...Our household rung out the old year and began the new one with discussions about finances--lease a new car or not?  Keep the wedding large and expensive or not?  Pay down the credit card aggressively or slowly?In the end, we decided on wise, though not necessarily fun, decisions:1.  Pay off the credit card in the next 7 months.2.  Lease or buy a new car after the wedding, after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/4145579887038677565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=4145579887038677565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/4145579887038677565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/4145579887038677565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2011/01/money-grrrrrrstarting-2011.html' title='Money!  Grrrrrr....Starting 2011'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-8716824099770590556</id><published>2010-12-21T12:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T13:01:27.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Annual J-Only Retreat</title><summary type='text'>It's Tuesday afternoon, and I'm at the Amazing Grace Coffee Shop in Duluth's Canal Park.  I spontaneously decided on a J-only getaway, and I am so glad I did.December is always a stressful month for me and Z.  This year it has been exacerbated by my sabbatical being home all the time and Z adjusting to a new job and work schedule.So, it was a good time for a break.  I was tired of cleaning the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/8716824099770590556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=8716824099770590556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8716824099770590556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8716824099770590556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/12/1st-annual-j-only-retreat.html' title='1st Annual J-Only Retreat'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-7790774374715415719</id><published>2010-12-13T16:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T16:30:51.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The City Within The City</title><summary type='text'>According to Z (who is rarely wrong about facts), the Minneapolis Skyway is the largest in the world!  It not quite 10 miles long, and it connects blocks among blocks among blocks of stores and businesses.Today I've experienced this intricate web first-hand.  For nearly 1 1/2 hours, I walked non-stop, looking for various places I needed: the Target store, the Hennepin Country Government Services </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/7790774374715415719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=7790774374715415719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/7790774374715415719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/7790774374715415719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/12/city-within-city.html' title='The City Within The City'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-1896756109739530076</id><published>2010-11-16T10:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T10:53:14.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Homemaker</title><summary type='text'>Homemaking is a full-time job in itself.Here's what I do as a homemaker:Shopping and purchasing of clothes (mine and Z's)Shopping and purchasing of groceriesShopping and purchasing of household itemsShopping and purchasing of giftsCarrying in and putting away groceriesCookingBakingLaundry--washing, folding, putting awayDaily cleaning: tidying, loading dishwasher, putting away clothes, making </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/1896756109739530076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=1896756109739530076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/1896756109739530076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/1896756109739530076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/11/homemaker.html' title='The Homemaker'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-8367840551806092325</id><published>2010-11-09T19:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:57:32.851-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Volunteer...Finally!</title><summary type='text'>I have long believed that people should give back to their community via volunteerism.  It took me quite awhile to live my own ethic though.Finally, sabbatical gave me some time to step up and say, "I want to join your group!"  I joined the board of my friend Curt's non-profit organization, Just Health Network.  Recently the group teamed up with Eat for Equity, a non-profit that hosts dinners to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/8367840551806092325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=8367840551806092325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8367840551806092325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8367840551806092325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/11/volunteerfinally.html' title='Volunteer...Finally!'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-4763231487316375479</id><published>2010-11-09T19:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:47:14.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Z got a job!</title><summary type='text'>My honey got a job, and we are both very happy about it.  It is with a fortune 500 company, and his office is in downtown Mpls.  He gets a good salary, good benefits, some vacation time, the typical shabang.His job search was truly a testament to the bad economy, however.  For 3 months, he applied for jobs as though it was his full-time job.  He applied to 104 positions, a different cover letter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/4763231487316375479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=4763231487316375479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/4763231487316375479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/4763231487316375479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/11/z-got-job.html' title='Z got a job!'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-2347144328095704325</id><published>2010-10-14T10:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:58:28.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sad Story of Life and Death (and my 300th post)</title><summary type='text'>I have saved many lives in my day.I've rescued a hit rabbit and a goose from the roadside and brought them to people who can help.  I've saved bugs from the drain in the shower.  I've captured and released spiders, centipedes, a mouse, and a cricket.  Theoretically, I "saved" animals by not eating them for 7 years when I was a vegetarian.  Even still, I don't eat much meat.  In over a year that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/2347144328095704325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=2347144328095704325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2347144328095704325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2347144328095704325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/10/sad-story-of-life-and-death.html' title='A Sad Story of Life and Death (and my 300th post)'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-1446501826931861049</id><published>2010-10-12T15:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T15:42:50.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls' Weekend in Bayfield</title><summary type='text'>Our girls' weekend in Bayfield got off to a sad start: Jennifer couldn't come along because of a muscle and ligament problem in her neck that was so severe she would up in the hospital on Saturday.  (Not to worry--she was in good hands as her husband is an RN).So Deanna, Sarah, and I headed east in Deanna's mini van.  The way there was all talking--I am amazed how easy it is to talk so much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/1446501826931861049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=1446501826931861049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/1446501826931861049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/1446501826931861049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/10/girls-weekend-in-bayfield.html' title='Girls&apos; Weekend in Bayfield'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/TLTHPOB1gEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hTnsy8Cla3U/s72-c/IMG_3037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-6479050835930459579</id><published>2010-10-03T12:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T12:31:50.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keepsakes: The Tangible Thing, The Intangible Experience</title><summary type='text'>Over the years, I have taken my boxes of keepsakes with me.  With each move, I try to thin out the stuff, and I have succeeded in that endeavor over the years.  But there are still the remaining few bins of stuff that is hard to let go. So, I recently set out to take my own advice: take a picture of the items, and then get rid of the items.  The picture will remain to cue my memory.This strategy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/6479050835930459579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=6479050835930459579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/6479050835930459579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/6479050835930459579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/10/keepsakes-tangible-thing-intangible.html' title='Keepsakes: The Tangible Thing, The Intangible Experience'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/TKi6pk6IdaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/xJEhGGb8-30/s72-c/IMG_4504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-1703418248101072765</id><published>2010-10-02T10:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T10:16:02.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Z and the Economy</title><summary type='text'>It's early October, and Z has been solidly applying for jobs for 2 months now.  He's applied for about 70 jobs and had 6 interviews, which I think is a good track record--especially for this economy.He was especially excited about the last 3 interviews, and we are really hoping that one of them offers a job!!  Please pray, keep your fingers crossed, and send your good wishes!I am very proud of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/1703418248101072765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=1703418248101072765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/1703418248101072765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/1703418248101072765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/10/z-and-economy.html' title='Z and the Economy'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-7249050622211244277</id><published>2010-09-30T11:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T12:12:12.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slowing Down, Part II: What I'm Learning</title><summary type='text'>What I used to think:  I love working outside of the home, and I need it for my mental health--that sense of purpose to get me out of bed each day.What I'm learning:  I do love working, but my sense of purpose is not tied to a place outside the home or even outside myself.  What I need is to feel that I'm doing good work that matters to me and to someone besides me.  This need is fulfilled by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/7249050622211244277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=7249050622211244277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/7249050622211244277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/7249050622211244277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/09/slowing-down-part-ii-what-im-learning.html' title='Slowing Down, Part II: What I&apos;m Learning'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/TKTE4s80WJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/SI5FHmiwVHg/s72-c/flower+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-8252252973344877275</id><published>2010-09-30T11:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T11:41:04.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slowing Down</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday morning, I took the camera with me on my 2-mile walk.  The walk took me about 1 hour and 15 minutes instead of the typical 35-40 minutes, but who cares?  I can do such things on sabbatical.  I got a few breathtaking shots, including the one above of the September moon.After the walk, I sorted pictures for about an hour.  I am trying to compile a folder of nature shots and another folder</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/8252252973344877275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=8252252973344877275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8252252973344877275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8252252973344877275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/09/slowing-down.html' title='Slowing Down'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/TKS7N_PGxAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XIyEujl_1bU/s72-c/moon+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-4495441371802342813</id><published>2010-09-29T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T15:54:20.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Mille Lacs Scenery</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/4495441371802342813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=4495441371802342813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/4495441371802342813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/4495441371802342813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/09/lake-mille-lacs-scenery.html' title='Lake Mille Lacs Scenery'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/TKOnSzuEQxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Xz8jxO5C4zc/s72-c/IMG_4375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-4125563561613334705</id><published>2010-09-28T13:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T13:39:01.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life "Without" Work</title><summary type='text'>My colleagues have been back at work for about 1 1/2 months now.  Meanwhile, I am settling into sabbatical fabulously.  Once we booked our reception hall for the wedding, stress pretty much fell away.My days are so different: I am usually relaxed, I'm not as uptight with Z, I don't worry about the clock so much, I keep the house clean, and I exercise and enjoy it, I cook more, and we eat meals at</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/4125563561613334705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=4125563561613334705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/4125563561613334705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/4125563561613334705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-without-work.html' title='Life &quot;Without&quot; Work'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/TKIyoU6mhJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/aQUfDi6Zjx0/s72-c/IMG_2650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-3179753694024195459</id><published>2010-09-28T12:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T13:39:38.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconventional Vacations</title><summary type='text'>After a summer of going nowhere--really, not even small vacations, except one trip to dad's--Z and I were determined to have a vacation last week.  When some our Wednesday night plans with friends fell through and Z had an interview scheduled for Friday, we spontaneously decided to jump in the car at 7:00pm Wed., drive to Lanesboro for some hiking on Thursday, and then head home Thursday </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/3179753694024195459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=3179753694024195459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/3179753694024195459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/3179753694024195459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/09/unconventional-vacations.html' title='Unconventional Vacations'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/TKIzGQ2F37I/AAAAAAAAAIo/QpxM-60eRco/s72-c/IMG_2695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-2898373901196911250</id><published>2010-09-07T09:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T09:54:33.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Planning Blues</title><summary type='text'>The title should say it all.  I understand why people elope, and I am quite tempted to do so myself.The hardest part of all the planning, I suppose, is that Z and I don't agree on what we want.  I am always trying to accommodate and make everything work, but there are certain things we can't reconcile.The wedding can't be big AND small at the same time. It can't be big AND inexpensive. It can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/2898373901196911250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=2898373901196911250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2898373901196911250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2898373901196911250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/09/wedding-planning-blues.html' title='Wedding Planning Blues'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-2225228552979483143</id><published>2010-08-14T13:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T13:12:34.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lighter Mood</title><summary type='text'>I was feeling heavy today after arguing with Z about "stupid stuff" yesterday.  To my amazement, after the heart-to-heart talk I thought I needed didn't give me the good feelings I wanted, feeling better came in a surprising form:"Sometimes I think you're a little bit crazy," Z said.  This made me laugh because sometimes I think he's a little bit crazy. "Sometimes I think you're a little bit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/2225228552979483143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=2225228552979483143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2225228552979483143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2225228552979483143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/08/lighter-mood.html' title='A Lighter Mood'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-2027113030733384618</id><published>2010-08-02T12:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T12:27:16.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Dept!</title><summary type='text'>Last night at about 10:00pm, I went downstairs to find a nasty smell and haze filling the living room.  We inspected our house but couldn't find any fire.So we called the fire department.  "It's not an emergency," and I said (and I didn't call 911, I called the local PD number.)  Nonetheless, 4 fire trucks with lights and sirens arrived.  About 6 large firemen tramped through our house, looking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/2027113030733384618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=2027113030733384618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2027113030733384618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2027113030733384618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/08/fire-dept.html' title='Fire Dept!'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-3370528478796053815</id><published>2010-08-02T12:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T12:17:20.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabbatical Update</title><summary type='text'>It's August 2, but I've been losing track of the dates lately.  I thought today was Thursday, then Friday, then realized it's Monday!  I met with a friend for dinner last Tuesday, but I keep thinking it was just a few days ago!  Crazy.Normally at this time, I am all about planning for my fall courses.  After all, duty days usually begin around August 18.  A few nights ago, I even dreamed that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/3370528478796053815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=3370528478796053815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/3370528478796053815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/3370528478796053815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/08/sabbatical-update.html' title='Sabbatical Update'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-3572525498320439541</id><published>2010-07-16T20:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T21:29:07.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Would We Be Smarter?</title><summary type='text'>Part ILike others, I am often a little afraid of the explosion of social media.  This fear is rooted in observations of myself--how much I check facebook and how little of actual interest or quality I have to share while there.Here's what my friends and I usually post status updates on facebook:  Food, exercise, vacation plans, music (sometimes lyrics), what we've done or will do today, what good</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/3572525498320439541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=3572525498320439541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/3572525498320439541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/3572525498320439541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/07/would-we-be-smarter.html' title='Would We Be Smarter?'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/TEEVXO0LWnI/AAAAAAAAAII/5eGtNn-7ZQk/s72-c/IMG_2650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-8399794748949616767</id><published>2010-07-14T12:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T12:15:36.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being "Off"</title><summary type='text'>It's a strange and wonderful thing to be really "off" from work.  I'd like to get into a good routine, but so far I've just been going with the flow.  I find that I prefer busy work to reading.  I like reading, but it usually ends with a nap.  Since Saturday when I submitted my grades, I've done these things:*taken walks*cleaned the garage*vacuumed and wiped down the interior of the car*finished </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/8399794748949616767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=8399794748949616767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8399794748949616767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8399794748949616767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/07/being-off.html' title='Being &quot;Off&quot;'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-1005971579781446942</id><published>2010-07-02T10:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T11:31:12.734-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>FOOD: GOOD FOR ME!</title><summary type='text'>About two weeks ago, I embarked on achieving a goal: to lose 3 pounds in one month.  You may think this sounds like a laughable goal, but I made it as realistic as possible because in my entire life, I've only succeeded at losing weight one other time.  That time, it took me 3 months to lose 5 pounds.So far, the experience has not only been good but exhilarating!  I've learned many things so far.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/1005971579781446942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=1005971579781446942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/1005971579781446942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/1005971579781446942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/07/food-good-for-me.html' title='FOOD: GOOD FOR ME!'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/TC4L8fbrt8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/5aiep_Z0ua4/s72-c/IMG_3626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-1977661859586783676</id><published>2010-06-26T11:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T11:41:14.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What to Write About?</title><summary type='text'>I've been doing a little blog maintenance today, mainly deleting spam, and I came across a comment where someone asked me how I find topics to write about.This a good question, to which I'd like to respond.I write about what inspires me in a moment.The secret is that anything can be inspiring--it all depends on the meaning you attach to the thing being experienced, observed, or thought about.The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/1977661859586783676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=1977661859586783676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/1977661859586783676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/1977661859586783676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-to-write-about.html' title='What to Write About?'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/TCYtn_ZoHxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8NUcsmGk_GA/s72-c/IMG_2545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-2238531638624764640</id><published>2010-05-29T15:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T16:01:19.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May 2010, then Summer</title><summary type='text'>What a special end to spring semester: Z graduated, and I ended my last full semester before sabbatical!The last couple weeks of the semester had us pretty busy and crabby, as usual. But now we are settling into summer just fine.As is always the case with the beginning of the summer, it's time for me to ask myself what I hope to accomplish.  If it's a productive summer, I'll accomplish half of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/2238531638624764640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=2238531638624764640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2238531638624764640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2238531638624764640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-2010-then-summer.html' title='May 2010, then Summer'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/TAGAhBW7SHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyPOy8N0_sU/s72-c/IMG_1194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-1342349651006603288</id><published>2010-05-08T21:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T21:33:57.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unappreciated Years</title><summary type='text'>I once saw a "Between Friends" comic strip that was, sadly, more true than funny, it seems.The first panel showed a young, beautiful woman.  Men were glancing at her approvingly and opening doors for her.  The last panel showed the woman as an elderly woman; someone was picking up her dropped hand bag for her.  The middle panel showed the woman at middle age, struggling to hold two grocery bags, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/1342349651006603288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=1342349651006603288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/1342349651006603288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/1342349651006603288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/05/unappreciated-years.html' title='The Unappreciated Years'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-4088631196670605155</id><published>2010-05-08T17:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T17:41:14.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Compassion, Restraint, Courage</title><summary type='text'>I recently enjoyed this post from Language Log.In it, the author translates and interprets a passage by Lao Tzu, from Chapter 67 of the Tao Te Ching:"I constantly have three treasures:Hold onto them and treasure them.The first is called "compassion" (zi).The second is called "restraint."[1]The third is "not daring to be at the forefront of the world."Now being compassionate, one can be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/4088631196670605155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=4088631196670605155&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/4088631196670605155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/4088631196670605155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/05/compassion-restraint-courage.html' title='Compassion, Restraint, Courage'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-9151206075384332748</id><published>2010-04-25T16:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:45:58.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Make Desire and What's Rigth Match</title><summary type='text'>If I could figure this out, I figure life would be sweet sailing.  I have been able to get through life on my natural motivation.  There are times when I have to force myself to do something like housework or school work, for example, but often times, I get to do things when I want to, and my natural motivation makes me want to do them.  For example, this morning I needed to make use of some old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/9151206075384332748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=9151206075384332748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/9151206075384332748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/9151206075384332748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-to-make-desire-and-whats-rigth.html' title='How to Make Desire and What&apos;s Rigth Match'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-816920700273309006</id><published>2010-04-17T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T19:03:18.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Higher Education in MN</title><summary type='text'>I always enjoy attending my union's delegate assembly: to hear about recent grievances in state colleges, to vote with my colleagues on resolutions important to our work, and, especially, to hear our president's report on the vast climate surrounding the work I do in the classroom.  Sadly, his news is rarely good news.  Here are some things that caught my attention this year.1.  Governor Pawlenty</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/816920700273309006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=816920700273309006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/816920700273309006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/816920700273309006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/04/higher-education-in-mn.html' title='Higher Education in MN'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-1499375960737533181</id><published>2010-04-17T18:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T19:02:08.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Invitation, by Oriah Mountain Dreamer</title><summary type='text'>It doesn't matter to me what you do for a living.I want to know what you ache forand if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.I doesn't interest me how old you are.I want to know if you will risk looking like a foolfor lovefor your dreamfor the adventure of being alive.It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon...I want to know if you have touched the center of your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/1499375960737533181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=1499375960737533181&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/1499375960737533181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/1499375960737533181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/04/invitation-by-oriah-mountain-dreamer.html' title='The Invitation, by Oriah Mountain Dreamer'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/S8pK7UyQj-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/SyrI_pSDQR4/s72-c/IMG_1217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-8100244689014563256</id><published>2010-04-17T18:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T18:54:23.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment for Reflection</title><summary type='text'>Over the years, I have attended several retreats sponsored by my college.  These retreats are devoted to focusing on the inner self so that I can bring my whole self to my work.  Today, I am rereading the poetry shared at those retreats and capturing some of the nuggets I especially appreciate.In this time, this momentI ooze possibilityOh, SpiritLet no excuse surfaceto dam these gushing watersLet</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/8100244689014563256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=8100244689014563256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8100244689014563256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8100244689014563256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/04/moment-for-reflection.html' title='A Moment for Reflection'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/S8pGGgAqOBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tNKxk5wSspc/s72-c/IMG_0978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-5191029198348052442</id><published>2010-03-28T18:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T18:25:55.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Boston with my Girl</title><summary type='text'>It was another good trip to Boston this year!It was nice not to "have to see" so many landmarks and tourist attractions (though it was cool seeing them last year).  Sarah appreciated this, too, remarking, "If I walk the Freedom Trail one more time, I'm going to kill myself."  So, here's what we did this time:Watched TV/movies: "17 Again" and "The Ugly Truth" + some tivo'ed showsAte great food: at</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/5191029198348052442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=5191029198348052442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/5191029198348052442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/5191029198348052442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-boston-with-my-girl.html' title='In Boston with my Girl'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/S6_iBzy3L7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/M4-WiATF0MY/s72-c/peeps+in+puddle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-6530866568124228471</id><published>2010-03-27T23:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T23:20:27.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Paradox of 33</title><summary type='text'>Perhaps this is what it feels like to approach middle age: you feel young and old at the same time.I still like to eat candy, wear dresses that look like they are for 9-year old girls, laugh at immature jokes like "that's what she said," and even watch cartoons (the ones for kids).Yet when I look in the mirror, I see that furrow, that permanent line developing between my eyebrows, the one from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/6530866568124228471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=6530866568124228471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/6530866568124228471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/6530866568124228471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/03/paradox-of-33.html' title='The Paradox of 33'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-1053523692703951543</id><published>2010-03-08T08:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T06:42:27.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories from the train</title><summary type='text'>I got off my 2-day train trip last night feeling wonderfully inspired.  Life is stories; stories are life.  Everybody has so many, and people love connecting with others.  All it takes is some kindness, some good questions, and an empathetic ear.  (Names have been changed).Lashonda: woman, 45, blackShe's on her way to a small radio station in a small New York town with a recording of the song she</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/1053523692703951543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=1053523692703951543&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/1053523692703951543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/1053523692703951543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/03/stories-from-train.html' title='Stories from the train'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/S5eQB2tMtoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NxZCiKc8dyI/s72-c/place_image_empire_builder1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-8377449809784521746</id><published>2010-02-28T09:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:22:17.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning</title><summary type='text'>Ah, Sunday morning is the secret to having a peaceful experience in the twin cities.  I left the house at 8:15am.  The freeways were practically all mine; I could've changed four lanes at once if I wanted!  At the bank, I used the ATM slowly, without worrying that someone was waiting behind me.  At the gas station, I was the only person putting gas in the tank.  Ahhh, such a nice change!At my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/8377449809784521746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=8377449809784521746&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8377449809784521746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8377449809784521746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/S4qKIMwXxfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6x-Y8r3PTys/s72-c/IMG_2764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-647088947783080432</id><published>2010-02-24T17:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T18:03:44.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><summary type='text'>My friend mentioned the other day that, "sometimes people get stuck" in a certain place.I am no stranger to the expression about "being in a rut," but for whatever reason, I just hadn't thought about either of these perspectives on life (or a stage in life)for many years.Huh! Am I stuck? I wonder.  Lately, I have found myself terribly bored.  At the same time, I am not motivated to take on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/647088947783080432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=647088947783080432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/647088947783080432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/647088947783080432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/02/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-5094738384871509618</id><published>2010-02-20T10:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T11:04:23.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Date</title><summary type='text'>For the first of our "date once a month," Z chose a new wine bar in St. Paul called Bin.  Although we were going to hit up an All-American Burger place on the way, we opted for an extra hour at home so I could nap and Z could play chess online.  Though I think the date officially started when I got home from work to enjoy the lovely bouquet of roses Z got me!We arrived at Bin, and it is had good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/5094738384871509618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=5094738384871509618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/5094738384871509618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/5094738384871509618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-date.html' title='On a Date'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/S4ARcqWFEWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/GJYqSD-tgJc/s72-c/IMG_3295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-3583686077495801133</id><published>2010-02-14T18:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T18:35:13.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's ok if you must defriend me.  But please do not unfriend me.</title><summary type='text'>No doubt others have taken up this discussion, but I want to chime in, too.The 2009 word of the year"unfriend" SHOULD be "defriend."Let me explain.  The "un" prefix can be added to many words, such as "unfinished," "uninvited," "unintelligible" and so forth.  What do all of these words have in common?  They are adjectives, not verbs.  We say, "The project on the house is still unfinished." ("is" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/3583686077495801133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=3583686077495801133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/3583686077495801133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/3583686077495801133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-ok-if-you-must-defriend-me-but.html' title='It&apos;s ok if you must defriend me.  But please do not unfriend me.'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/S3iWmpckb0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Q2SyQa-iy8E/s72-c/IMG_0753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-821594630132037938</id><published>2010-02-14T18:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T18:27:34.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>These Days in Feb. 2010</title><summary type='text'>We are up to our same old same old, and this has its benefits and detriments.Around mid-November, I decided to commit to being healthier.  So I bought the Wii Fit for our Nintendo and have used it about 2-3 times per week since then (with a hiadus around Christmas time).  I've also tried to implement a "no candy" and "only 2 desserts per week" policy.  Certainly, I've not followed either of them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/821594630132037938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=821594630132037938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/821594630132037938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/821594630132037938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/02/these-days-in-feb-2010.html' title='These Days in Feb. 2010'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/S3iU7DzBykI/AAAAAAAAAGY/uZ1abeS-isQ/s72-c/IMG_0984.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-5687103919723066133</id><published>2010-01-10T11:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T10:18:34.244-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perplexity of Childrearing</title><summary type='text'>Mother penguins will try to steal another's egg if her own does not survive.  Black widow males allow themselves to be eaten by the mother to provide nourishment for the hatchlings.  Yet another breed of spider allows herself to be eaten by her newborns.  In the natural world, some animals will go to all lengths to have or get offspring.Yet humans in the 21st century go about it very cerebrally.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/5687103919723066133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=5687103919723066133&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/5687103919723066133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/5687103919723066133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2010/01/perplexity-of-childrearing.html' title='The Perplexity of Childrearing'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-8087128702956017801</id><published>2009-10-31T13:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T13:15:11.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Centipede and Woman</title><summary type='text'>Picture from: http://blog.newsok.com/ofinterest/files/2008/10/housecentipede7lr.jpgI tend to believe that animals and insects have a right to life like humans do.  For example, I think it unfair that we kill spiders "just because" they are in the house.  The spider doesn't know he's not supposed to be there.  So he should lose his life just because he is the wrong space without even knowing it?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/8087128702956017801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=8087128702956017801&amp;isPopup=true' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8087128702956017801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8087128702956017801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/10/of-centipede-and-woman.html' title='Of Centipede and Woman'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/Sux8ijZas1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/O8yZXxhqRKo/s72-c/housecentipede7lr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-7797779910032520441</id><published>2009-10-22T18:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T18:21:14.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in Developmental English</title><summary type='text'>I am generally not a teacher who uses "active learning" or "kinesthetic learning" in my classes, and I think this is a weakness of mine.  A student who is very engaged recommended an activity I could try that would get students involved with their bodies, and today we tried it in class!Before class, I wrote on sepearte full sheets of paper various parts of speech: "noun or pronoun," "coordinating</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/7797779910032520441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=7797779910032520441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/7797779910032520441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/7797779910032520441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-in-developmental-english.html' title='Fun in Developmental English'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-7373767825780481080</id><published>2009-10-10T11:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T12:00:51.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gem</title><summary type='text'>Friends, it's extremely rare that I outright dislike a student.  But such is the case the semester, and this email is all about "the gem."In a class filled with otherwise nice people whom I genuinely like working with, the gem manages to piss me off nearly every day.Offense #1: The gem tries to argue in a large group discussion that government documents and the constitution do not need to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/7373767825780481080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=7373767825780481080&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/7373767825780481080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/7373767825780481080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/10/gem.html' title='The Gem'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-3423180154288774766</id><published>2009-10-03T20:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T20:43:23.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall in the Kitchen</title><summary type='text'>Cool weather makes so many of us want to get into the kitchen and bake goodies!  And today I took it to new limits.I started by baking some chocolate chip muffins while I prepared crock-pot chili this morning.  After the chili had cooked all day, I baked a pumpkin pie while I cleaned dishes.  But why use the oven for only one thing?  So I mixed up a batch of oatmeal butterscotch-chip cookies.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/3423180154288774766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=3423180154288774766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/3423180154288774766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/3423180154288774766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-in-kitchen.html' title='Fall in the Kitchen'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/Ssf9saopxXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bJwQBzrlVvk/s72-c/IMG_2983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-9070500560181750953</id><published>2009-10-01T09:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T10:00:28.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 1: Morning Reflections</title><summary type='text'>At 9:30 on a Thursday morning, I should be on my way to work.  Or I should be working at home.  Today, I should be grading papers at this very moment.  But it's been such a long time since I shirked work for writing.  I meant to write last night, but I got tired after watching some bad interpretations of Kafka's "Metamorphosis" on Youtube.  I fell asleep by 9:30 without even brushing my teeth.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/9070500560181750953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=9070500560181750953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/9070500560181750953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/9070500560181750953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-1-morning-reflections.html' title='October 1: Morning Reflections'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/SsS9lEsKNOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CzY7sq9ZaZ4/s72-c/autumn-leaves-nancy-mueller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-5056166696265302757</id><published>2009-09-19T15:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T16:10:44.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeds of True Self</title><summary type='text'>I recently attended a retreat, "Seeds of True Self," for a little soul-searching and relaxing: quiet time to reflect and write.  I have attended similar retreats in the past, and I always find them rejuvenating.I finished this particular retreat feeling self-assured.  We spent the day reflecting on questions such as "what is my true nature?"  "How do I nurture it?"  "What is my authentic self, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/5056166696265302757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=5056166696265302757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/5056166696265302757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/5056166696265302757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/09/seeds-of-true-self.html' title='Seeds of True Self'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/SrVIzRwUvcI/AAAAAAAAAFw/K9-eavFia7c/s72-c/oak_tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-5699856799516270628</id><published>2009-09-05T14:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T14:51:46.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Their Problems are not What Mine had Been</title><summary type='text'>For many years I believed that I have gone through what many of my students go through.  I worked while I was in college, I had to nearly drop out one semester because of personal issues, I've been in rough relationships and a bad breakup, I had no financial support outside myself, I didn't have my own car and used the public bus system at times.Now, however, it's becoming clear to me that while </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/5699856799516270628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=5699856799516270628&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/5699856799516270628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/5699856799516270628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/09/their-problems-are-not-what-mine-had.html' title='Their Problems are not What Mine had Been'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/SqLBQ36nNHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Ym_MNU33N7c/s72-c/ist2_3965048-back-to-school-colorful-child-writing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-8222020171270368510</id><published>2009-09-05T13:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T13:57:56.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is a Feeling AND an Action: Long-Distance Friendships</title><summary type='text'>One night I awoke from a dream where I had been hanging out with Emily and her family.  She was flying back to where she lived, and after she was gone, her family remarked at how close Emily and I seem and how glad they were that we were still friends.  At that point I started sobbing and telling them that "no, we're not close.  I didn't even know her finance's name before today."  "She never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/8222020171270368510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=8222020171270368510&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8222020171270368510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8222020171270368510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-is-feeling-and-action.html' title='Love is a Feeling AND an Action: Long-Distance Friendships'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/SqK0XHEV3bI/AAAAAAAAAFg/bjXA08rLbMI/s72-c/friendshipandlove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-8768484231559996460</id><published>2009-09-01T18:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:18:25.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Don't Say Goodbye En Masse</title><summary type='text'>My colleague passed away in late July, and I feel her absence every day.  I see her office door open, think of her presence, her smile, her SPIRIT...HER!  And in a few steps I see the new face occupying the space.Yet the world that is my college continues on as if everything is the same, business as usual, students and teachers on their way to class, communication, interaction, friendliness.  The</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/8768484231559996460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=8768484231559996460&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8768484231559996460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8768484231559996460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-dont-say-goodbye-in-mass.html' title='We Don&apos;t Say Goodbye En Masse'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-2598729438213275783</id><published>2009-08-30T11:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:11:35.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MN State Fair</title><summary type='text'>This year I did the state fair a new way: I went by myself (something I've always wanted to try).After a few years, I now know my favorite fair foods (in order of preference):1.  Walleye on a stick2.  Cotton candy (the monster bag)3.  Lynn's Lefse (with butter)4.  Cheese curds5.  French fries6.  Roasted corn7.  Ice cream (from the dairy barn or the Bridgeman's stand--beware others)8.  $1.00 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/2598729438213275783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=2598729438213275783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2598729438213275783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2598729438213275783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/08/mn-state-fair.html' title='MN State Fair'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/Spqu8K6Z25I/AAAAAAAAAFY/L9dc6O6IQ_0/s72-c/First+pen+at+MN.+State+Fair+2004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-8276770979044179778</id><published>2009-08-23T18:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:45:53.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Summer of Go and Do</title><summary type='text'>It was a crazy summer, and it feels as though today is the first slow day I've had--and it's largely because I'm battling a cold, feeling crappy, and trying to rest before school starts.Thankfully, Z and I got to have a small getaway in May.  After that, it felt like summer was devoted to other things and other people.  I hardly even read--only two books!I taught first summer session, which began</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/8276770979044179778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=8276770979044179778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8276770979044179778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8276770979044179778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-of-go-and-do.html' title='The Summer of Go and Do'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-7101417868494637538</id><published>2009-08-06T17:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:06:56.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Years</title><summary type='text'>Z and I recently celebrated our 5-year anniversary.  5 years ago I met him at a Barnes and Noble for the first time after emailing and talking to him on the phone a few times.  Today, we decide how to spend money on our co-owned house.It's true that real love is perennial, and mine flourishes always.  Happy Anniversary to my babe, for whom I am always thankful, who is (almost) always irresistible</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/7101417868494637538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=7101417868494637538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/7101417868494637538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/7101417868494637538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/08/5-years.html' title='5 Years'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-6220773547277974647</id><published>2009-08-06T17:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:57:24.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of Fun</title><summary type='text'>From Monday to Wednesday of this week, I replenished my fun bank!  Monday was a whole day with my BFFs (sorry Deanna couldn't stay longer), and the laughs ensued.  We started the date at HOP in St. Cloud, where else?  Then we walked in Munsinger Gardens, and it was a beautiful day.  Sarah got into as many of my flower pictures as she could.  Later, in a hunt for rare coconut M + M's, we went to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/6220773547277974647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=6220773547277974647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/6220773547277974647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/6220773547277974647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/08/days-of-fun.html' title='Days of Fun'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-3552199422147986821</id><published>2009-07-30T17:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:39:22.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping with the Curts/Kurts</title><summary type='text'>I reluctantly agreed to camp with Curt and Kurt for 5 days in honor of a last fling before Curt's marriage in early August.  I say reluctantly because of the camping, not because of my dear friends.Upon leaving the TC for the north shore, Kurt managed to stuff a small bedroom's worth of gear into his small Saturn sedan. "You forget, Fraulein, that I used to live in San Fransisco--I am a master </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/3552199422147986821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=3552199422147986821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/3552199422147986821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/3552199422147986821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/07/camping-with-curtskurts.html' title='Camping with the Curts/Kurts'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-5925892857168133955</id><published>2009-07-05T09:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T10:06:03.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on being a Homeowner</title><summary type='text'>Being a homeowner still feels bizarre and foreign to me; I have mixed feelings about it.I love our house.  It's beautiful and spacious.  But I still don't feel like it's MY house.  I feel like I'm house-sitting or staying at a resort.  I still get excited about going back to my old neighborhood, which feels more like "home."  I did live there for 4 1/2 years, so it makes sense.Perhaps I am just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/5925892857168133955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=5925892857168133955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/5925892857168133955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/5925892857168133955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/07/reflections-on-being-homeowner.html' title='Reflections on being a Homeowner'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/SlC98-gbZkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uDaZipomi60/s72-c/purple-house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-31086476199515417</id><published>2009-07-05T09:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:35:05.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Flexitarian* Hacks up a Chicken</title><summary type='text'>Oh the horror!  As I take the chicken from the plastic bag to set it on the cutting board, I notice that it feels the same weight as a baby.  Great, I think, I'm about to cut up something the size of a baby.  The thought repulses me.Then the chicken sits there on the cutting board, it's gross neck protruding.  I don't know what the heck to do with the thing.  Yeah, I could go read about it on the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/31086476199515417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=31086476199515417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/31086476199515417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/31086476199515417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/07/flexitarian-hacks-up-chicken.html' title='A Flexitarian* Hacks up a Chicken'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/SlC00XmDEZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/A6RG7aBRDyY/s72-c/chicken+pic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-2845473844659851441</id><published>2009-07-03T10:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T10:34:28.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Gifts</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I received the nicest thank you gift from a student I've ever received!!  It's something she made, yet it looks professionally done.  She says she even sells them.  It's a craft-fully done quote with butterfly that's matted and framed.  The quote says, "The mediocre teacher tells.  The good teacher explains.  The superior teacher demonstrates.  The great teacher inspires.  ~William </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/2845473844659851441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=2845473844659851441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2845473844659851441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2845473844659851441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-of-gifts.html' title='Day of Gifts'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-31685198355574781</id><published>2009-06-29T09:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:01:37.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>June 2009</title><summary type='text'>What a month!  This month has been punctuated by weekends of life's big events: one weekend a memorial dedication for my step-dad who passed away in September, the next weekend the wedding of one of my high school BFF's (Emily), the following weekend, Z's and my closing on our house, moving in, and G and G Cadwell's 65th wedding anniversary celebration!  It's amazing and sometimes overwhelming </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/31685198355574781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=31685198355574781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/31685198355574781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/31685198355574781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-2009.html' title='June 2009'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-4911321245310733310</id><published>2009-06-08T20:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:31:43.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Bathrooms</title><summary type='text'>(Warning: This entry contains gross details.)For 7 years, I have been using a public bathroom several times a day, 5 days a week.  And I don't mean "public" as in 15 other women in your office use that bathroom--I mean "public" as in public--thousands of students on my campus each day.This year it seems that women's bathroom etiquette is worse than ever.  By this I mean some women must be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/4911321245310733310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=4911321245310733310&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/4911321245310733310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/4911321245310733310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/06/public-bathrooms.html' title='Public Bathrooms'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-2774186962152229240</id><published>2009-05-22T09:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:51:12.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Getting our House</title><summary type='text'>So Z and I have bought a house, and details about the house will come once we've moved in and made it our own.  For now, the story of how we got the house.In the middle of a snowstorm one weeknight evening in February, Z, Adam (our realtor), and I still made it to our showing appointment at this house (and others).  Since the house is only 8 blocks from Z's parents, we invited his mom to come see</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/2774186962152229240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=2774186962152229240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2774186962152229240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2774186962152229240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-of-getting-our-house.html' title='The Story of Getting our House'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-2402263033517025973</id><published>2009-05-22T09:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:19:28.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlwind!</title><summary type='text'>Life got crazy for exactly 1 week! Between Wednesday, May 13, and Wednesday, May 20, I:*read and evaluated 90 essays and turned in final grades for the semester (finished only 1.5 hours before the deadline!)*worked out (with Z) our house deal*made an offer on the house and had it accepted*got the inspection taken care of*worked with my banker*helped my sister prepare for an interview*finished </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/2402263033517025973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=2402263033517025973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2402263033517025973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2402263033517025973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/05/whirlwind.html' title='Whirlwind!'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-7653634569297928510</id><published>2009-05-11T18:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:54:14.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heritage and Carrots</title><summary type='text'>I think of my grandmas every time I peel carrots.My maternal grandma was never really one for buying gifts.  But one year when I was in college and learning to cook, Grandma H. gave me a potato peeler for Christmas.  She probably got it cheap somewhere in Mexico and didn't even know I was learning to cook at the time.  But it is the best designed potato peeler I've ever used, though I use it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/7653634569297928510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=7653634569297928510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/7653634569297928510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/7653634569297928510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/05/heritage-and-carrots.html' title='Heritage and Carrots'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-3157955639173414039</id><published>2009-05-10T09:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:21:57.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><summary type='text'>Happy Mother's Day to so many wonderful mothers!!  Mom, Grandma, Aunt Sis, Amy, Stephanie, Julia, Jan, Deanna, Donella, Consuelo and many more...Yesterday Mom and I had a mother's day date that was very fun! We started with brunch with Zach.  We shared a swiss cheese and spinach omelet.  Yum!  Then it was off to our pedicures where we were pampered with long pedis and dark chocolate turtles!  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/3157955639173414039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=3157955639173414039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/3157955639173414039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/3157955639173414039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/SgbxDeKnGhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Fde8yiEzys4/s72-c/IMG_2279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-6638503724044548547</id><published>2009-04-26T08:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:19:58.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April Random</title><summary type='text'>1.  I went to see Louis CK on Friday night with some friends.  He is a 41-year old comedian, divorced, has two daughters.  Perhaps I was just too tired, but I didn't find his comedy all that great.  There was the typical stuff--men + women, aging, penis jokes.  He also told some funny stories about his daughters.  The show was amusing, I have to admit.  But I wasn't impressed.  He tried to sound </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/6638503724044548547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=6638503724044548547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/6638503724044548547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/6638503724044548547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-random.html' title='April Random'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/SfRsnRZWLoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JZuejh-dbRU/s72-c/IMG_0958.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-8207997112669695908</id><published>2009-04-18T10:04:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:33:14.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Failing</title><summary type='text'>"Success is 99% Failure."  -Soichiro Honda"Failing" is the word that best described me for about a week and a half surrounding Easter Sunday.  Papers continued to pile on my desk, and all I could do was work a typical day and then sleep.  I managed to write down my goals for living healthier, but I hardly accomplished one of the goals.  I didn't have energy to call friends, spend time with Z, or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/8207997112669695908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=8207997112669695908&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8207997112669695908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8207997112669695908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/04/failing.html' title='Failing'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-7556108362696201749</id><published>2009-04-17T07:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T07:37:29.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's buns!</title><summary type='text'>Grandma made some of her renowned homemade buns and carmel rolls for our Easter celebration--a celebration that she couldn't attend but contributed to nonetheless.  For three days afterward, Z and I enjoyed the fresh bread.  There's nothing in the world like grandma's buns!  Thank you, Gram!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/7556108362696201749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=7556108362696201749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/7556108362696201749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/7556108362696201749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/04/grandmas-buns.html' title='Grandma&apos;s buns!'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-7803969795380527403</id><published>2009-04-08T17:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:21:29.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Afford "Love"</title><summary type='text'>I was reminded today that one should love the first house she buys.  I have become so disillusioned with our house-hunting process that I've all but forgotten about loving the house.  In the face of constant rejected offers, I've abandoned all hope.  I simply can't afford a house I love.Perhaps I've become too detached from the process.  It's tiring--physically and emotionally.  I'm to the point </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/7803969795380527403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=7803969795380527403&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/7803969795380527403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/7803969795380527403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/04/cant-afford-love.html' title='Can&apos;t Afford &quot;Love&quot;'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-1705254175864957182</id><published>2009-03-28T14:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:09:10.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression and The Myth of Sisyphus</title><summary type='text'>A number of women I know take anti-depressants; it almost makes me wonder if being slightly depressed or anxious is part of what it means to be a woman in the 21st century.  And I meet women younger than myself who struggle with clinical depression.It makes me think back to my own "quarter-life crisis."  I was a graduate student, 23 years old, and totally stressed out from teaching for the first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/1705254175864957182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=1705254175864957182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/1705254175864957182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/1705254175864957182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/03/depression-and-myth-of-sisyphus.html' title='Depression and The Myth of Sisyphus'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-972502458163426530</id><published>2009-03-27T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T14:59:28.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>time and money</title><summary type='text'>This spring, we bought a new couch.  Well, new to us.  We paid $200 for our "new" green couch, and we gave our old couch away for free.  Our "new" couch, however, cost us $250 overall and about 6 hours of our Saturday.  We had to borrow a truck, buy a tarp and bungees, move the couch, list the old one, coordinate dates for getting the new and getting rid of the old couch.  After all was said and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/972502458163426530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=972502458163426530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/972502458163426530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/972502458163426530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-money-practicality-convenience.html' title='time and money'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/SXO77RIe26I/AAAAAAAAAEg/IHeHZbxq5NM/s72-c/IMG_2043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-2796556405602484872</id><published>2009-03-26T21:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:52:44.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief Review of "Field Notes from a Catastrophe"</title><summary type='text'>Field Notes from a Catastrophe: Man, Nature, and Climate Change by Elizabeth Kolbert, was adopted by my college as the "common book" for the 2008-2009 academic year, and I have to say I'm extremely impressed with the committee members who chose the book. Absolutely a book all humans should be required to read. It was published in 2006, so the info is a little old, but for someone like me who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/2796556405602484872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=2796556405602484872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2796556405602484872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2796556405602484872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2008/06/thats-just-great.html' title='Brief Review of &quot;Field Notes from a Catastrophe&quot;'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-8291714762554223747</id><published>2009-03-22T13:09:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:58:01.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston!</title><summary type='text'>What a wonderful trip!  Like usual, travel is so good for the spirit.  I went away.  I didn't think about schoolwork or cleaning the house or running errands.  I didn't think about what I would make for dinner.  I didn't think about emails to check or phone calls to make.  I didn't think about putting gas in the car or paying bills.  I just existed, for myself, for the experience, for my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/8291714762554223747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=8291714762554223747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8291714762554223747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8291714762554223747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/03/boston.html' title='Boston!'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNkPBND8Dog/Sc6PS-sBFYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/NPtu091dm_I/s72-c/n548856179_2206994_4300179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-1315973283777428597</id><published>2009-03-08T08:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T09:08:59.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Place and Contentment</title><summary type='text'>We've been shopping for a house, and it's not easy, quick process.  But I am hopeful.When my friend asked me how long we plan to live in the house, I replied, "the rest of our lives."  And it feels good.  It feels good to think of a place that way, that it's home, that it's where I want to be, potentially forever, and I'm who I want to be with there.It's such a stark contrast to my younger self </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/1315973283777428597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=1315973283777428597&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/1315973283777428597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/1315973283777428597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/03/place-and-contentment.html' title='Place and Contentment'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-2227899038038707062</id><published>2009-03-06T16:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:44:52.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><summary type='text'>So far, one of my essays was published in the Clara City Herald and the Granite Falls Advocate Tribune.  It may come out in March in the Montevideo American News as part of their spring farm special.Here's a link to the Advocate's online version:http://www.granitefallsnews.com/articles/2009/03/01/news/news06.txtThanks for reading!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/2227899038038707062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=2227899038038707062&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2227899038038707062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2227899038038707062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/03/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-7195340680081746703</id><published>2009-02-24T10:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:09:07.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy</title><summary type='text'>As many women have learned, there's nothing sexier than a man who does housework.When I got home from work yesterday, the dishes were washed, the kitchen was clean, the laundry was put away, and the bed was made.  Woo hoo!  Way to go, Z!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/7195340680081746703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=7195340680081746703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/7195340680081746703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/7195340680081746703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/02/sexy.html' title='Sexy'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-6510772312387282301</id><published>2009-02-24T09:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:06:38.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vices: TV and Cake</title><summary type='text'>Have I written before about my hatred for TV?  I hate TV because it is too easy to love it.  I went to bed on Sunday night feeling like a slothful, slobby failure.  Although I had needed to grade essays, I instead watched the Academy Awards from 7:30-11:00.  They were quite boring, and they added nothing to my life except allowing me to be a brainless, inactive slug for 3.5 hours.  Often I get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/6510772312387282301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=6510772312387282301&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/6510772312387282301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/6510772312387282301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/02/vices-tv-and-cake.html' title='Vices: TV and Cake'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-8521926940427661872</id><published>2009-02-15T08:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T08:45:51.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>keep your eye out!</title><summary type='text'>Dad, Grandma, and Grandpa, this post is just for you!The Clara City and Monte Newspapers have said they'll run an article I sent them recently.  The Granite Falls newspaper said they "might" use it, space permitting.  They are not very good about getting back to me on when they're running it, so please keep your eye out for it, and save me a copy!  :)Thanks and Love!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/8521926940427661872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=8521926940427661872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8521926940427661872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8521926940427661872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/02/keep-your-eye-out.html' title='keep your eye out!'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-4123638605969158835</id><published>2009-02-11T08:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:41:50.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate being late and prefer being early</title><summary type='text'>An ongoing this frustration this semester is that I can't seem to get to work on time on M, W, F.  See, I normally like to be at work 2 hours before I have to teach so I have time to get settled in, check email, do some grading, and touch up any lesson plans.  This semester, I teach a class that begins at 8:50am, and getting to work by 6:50 is totally unreasonable for me.So, I try to be at work </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/4123638605969158835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=4123638605969158835&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/4123638605969158835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/4123638605969158835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-being-late-and-prefer-being.html' title='I hate being late and prefer being early'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-8048844073475155844</id><published>2009-02-04T21:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:52:42.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><summary type='text'>1.  I know that somewhere in my possession is a small brown rug that I bought for "later on" when I would need it.  Well, I need it now and cannot find it anywhere.  But I KNOW this rug must be somewhere.2.  I love Obama.  $500,000 cap for executives at companies that accept bailout money.  Bravo! Bravo!3.  Today, Z and I were home and had eaten dinner by 5:00pm.  I sat on the couch next to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/8048844073475155844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=8048844073475155844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8048844073475155844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/8048844073475155844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/02/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828080.post-2175325758202508106</id><published>2009-01-29T21:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:21:41.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not gas, but it sure does smell</title><summary type='text'>OMG, dumb shit!Tonight I got home around 8:00pm, and the apt. smelled like gas.  It was weird, though, because the dining room smelled like gas, not the kitchen and gas stove.  Z wasn't with me, so I asked our caretaker to give me second opinion.  He smelled it, too.So, I called Xcel, and they sent a guy over.  In the meantime, I realized that the sink was full of nasty, bacteria-laden water from</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/feeds/2175325758202508106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828080&amp;postID=2175325758202508106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2175325758202508106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828080/posts/default/2175325758202508106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentedcontinuity.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-not-gas-but-it-sure-does-smell.html' title='It&apos;s not gas, but it sure does smell'/><author><name>J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03000980476238084054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
