<?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-8581120857711927620</id><updated>2011-08-01T16:12:58.301-07:00</updated><category term='Condensation On a Water Glass'/><title type='text'>The First Superlative Tassel</title><subtitle type='html'>funnnnn</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-4004660354566621596</id><published>2009-10-27T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:24:02.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Hide It</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Her heart is heavy so she puts on her purple bathrobe.&lt;br /&gt;It is soft and flowing... a comfort.&lt;br /&gt;The pillowcases are still in the dryer. Do they really serve a purpose?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SucrhizL1QI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MbHQY7ww2jY/s1600-h/IMG_7809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SucrhizL1QI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MbHQY7ww2jY/s400/IMG_7809.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397330533703996674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Everything will be okay... but today, I am not. Tomorrow, I don't know. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I am becoming surrounded by things I have made. Paintings, drawings, objects, transparencies...&lt;br /&gt;They are somehow all trying to do something for me, but what? &lt;br /&gt;I suppose I will figure that out someday. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; goob dye for now. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-4004660354566621596?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/4004660354566621596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=4004660354566621596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/4004660354566621596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/4004660354566621596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-hide-it.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Just Hide It&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SucrhizL1QI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MbHQY7ww2jY/s72-c/IMG_7809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-6241058550897713966</id><published>2009-09-30T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T10:46:27.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye September, Adieu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsOYwZejlkI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ADxa9nlHKQw/s1600-h/broom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsOYwZejlkI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ADxa9nlHKQw/s400/broom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387317536505435714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; I like old brooms, all bristled and such &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; My sinuses are in a jam... let's hope this gets fixed immediately &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; A sincere thank you to the legend Jim Henson and his brain&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-6241058550897713966?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/6241058550897713966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=6241058550897713966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/6241058550897713966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/6241058550897713966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye-september-adieu.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Goodbye September, Adieu!&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsOYwZejlkI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ADxa9nlHKQw/s72-c/broom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-5375768904534998541</id><published>2009-09-29T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:11:51.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Consistently Inconsistent</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She's like a little bird&lt;br /&gt;She flies from a to b&lt;br /&gt;To see what she can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Oh Goldfrapp. Oh. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Consistency is something I lack in all areas of life.&lt;br /&gt;I am inconsistent with blogging, running, making art... the list is endless, really.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Anyway, there isn't a need to dwell on this, the point is that I'm here now and I'm... in outer space?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Not really, but my mind has been for a while, and I feel that maybe, just maybe, it's coming down to land. Could it be so?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm hoping to find some consistency with landing... aren't we all sometimes?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Do I ask enough questions?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;In other news, the Mergirl from my last distant post is famous now. Well... she's become a painting, and I love her. I love her as a painting, I'll have to post a picture some day. Oh I will. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm working on so many things, so many things I can't break down for you right now... but here is a glimpse. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKwOSMMEuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/lt9xWNswY6E/s1600-h/colin1e+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKwOSMMEuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/lt9xWNswY6E/s400/colin1e+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387061863736152802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I wish the best upon your wish...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-5375768904534998541?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/5375768904534998541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=5375768904534998541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/5375768904534998541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/5375768904534998541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2009/09/consistently-inconsistent.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Consistently Inconsistent&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKwOSMMEuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/lt9xWNswY6E/s72-c/colin1e+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-5069357384782604822</id><published>2009-08-04T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:23:39.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All So Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SnimLQxjJPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MvSCqdz1Q5A/s1600-h/mergirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SnimLQxjJPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MvSCqdz1Q5A/s400/mergirl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366221668423509234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Everything is changing. I am making it happen. &lt;br /&gt;Will I be a mermaid on land again? &lt;br /&gt;That's okay. I can grow legs.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but I'm going to find you, Happiness.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-5069357384782604822?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/5069357384782604822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=5069357384782604822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/5069357384782604822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/5069357384782604822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-all-so-beautiful.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;It&apos;s All So Beautiful&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SnimLQxjJPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MvSCqdz1Q5A/s72-c/mergirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-8939570933572016071</id><published>2009-07-21T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T10:26:10.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weave Some Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;What a strange week or so it's been for me. All kinds of emotions running amuck. &lt;br /&gt;I seem to be sensitive to odd things lately. I cried after an episode of MTV's "16 and Pregnant." Ha!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Actually, I'm watching TLC's "Baby Story" right now... What's up with the bebes? I couldn't tell you.&lt;br /&gt;I do not desire to have a baby, not one bit. Maybe it is just the notion of life beginning... I think i'd like a new beginning.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Fascinations, fascinations. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I feel particularly connected to the Voxtrot song "Kid Gloves" at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yes, I'm a vanity whore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;On sunday I sat alone at one of our lovely state parks under a tree with a big pillow, a blanket, an old school lawn chair, my sketch books, magazines and a novel. I drew, read, slept. There were families everywhere, children screaming, kites flying, dogs barking, the smell of grilled things in the air.... it was so beautiful. so so beautiful. I could see the ocean yet I was lying on the grass (I'm not a huge fan of sand). I need to remember that life can be like this too. I need to remember a lot of things. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Some things I'll &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;never forget&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;1) My true love, Yellow. (baby blanket, tee) Where I go, Yellow goes.&lt;br /&gt;2) The Lord's Prayer. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;3) How to bake delicious banana bread&lt;br /&gt;4) How to drive... Oh how I love driving around aimlessly. &lt;br /&gt;5) my ABC's?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Okay. It's raining. I'm going to watch two movies tonight because I have tomorrow off. I tried iced coffee today. Soy is great. Don't forget to be a kid and eat at some donuts. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Cousin Abby... If this doesn't make you smile, you need some candy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SmX5WX9lYjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Pa1ND-56tys/s1600-h/IMG_4886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SmX5WX9lYjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Pa1ND-56tys/s400/IMG_4886.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360965094239199794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-8939570933572016071?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/8939570933572016071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=8939570933572016071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/8939570933572016071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/8939570933572016071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2009/07/weave-some-wonder.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Weave Some Wonder&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SmX5WX9lYjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Pa1ND-56tys/s72-c/IMG_4886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-3743454293886405857</id><published>2009-07-17T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:18:14.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Would Forget About Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SmDb6c61bMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Hi3ioL90I5g/s1600-h/woods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SmDb6c61bMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Hi3ioL90I5g/s400/woods.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359525353812749506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; I sleep, and hope to dream for moments like this.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-3743454293886405857?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/3743454293886405857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=3743454293886405857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/3743454293886405857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/3743454293886405857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-would-forget-about-everything.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;I Would Forget About Everything&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SmDb6c61bMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Hi3ioL90I5g/s72-c/woods.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-5079903470759174620</id><published>2009-07-14T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:50:03.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Hi. Hi Hi Hi!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Is it a dream? Is it a lie? I think I'll let you decide!"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;That's from an Arcade Fire song... that I listen to when I run... that line always catches me, and I love it.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm about to clean up my room, or actually... I was until I decided to update, and now that I'm updating (in my comfy bed) I'm realizing how tired I am. Maybe I should nap. Working at an old school bakery =  chronic need for daily naps.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I've been wearing these awesome socks all day. They give me magical abilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SlzRTKZ4y0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/RCaP4tqI5ac/s1600-h/IMG_7516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SlzRTKZ4y0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/RCaP4tqI5ac/s400/IMG_7516.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358387783804701506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I also purchased these fantastical earrings while in Newport last week. Blurry picture, but the colors are what make me love them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SlzRqHHFkAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hTB8b0rsKWk/s1600-h/IMG_7517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SlzRqHHFkAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hTB8b0rsKWk/s400/IMG_7517.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358388178057531394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I've been making these wondrous little drawings of insect/plant lady things... pictures to come, just not right now. I do however, have a very special picture to share... My beautiful cousin, who I've so delicately made anonymous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SlzSe50KPZI/AAAAAAAAAII/AuHLoTNYFPc/s1600-h/evil+sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SlzSe50KPZI/AAAAAAAAAII/AuHLoTNYFPc/s400/evil+sam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358389085021552018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And hey, it's going to be okay. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-5079903470759174620?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/5079903470759174620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=5079903470759174620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/5079903470759174620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/5079903470759174620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-you-much.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thank You Much?&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SlzRTKZ4y0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/RCaP4tqI5ac/s72-c/IMG_7516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-633239977102268048</id><published>2009-07-06T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:26:10.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SlKVlBRNmfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/M4Q1Gb5mMQ0/s1600-h/eatedbysnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SlKVlBRNmfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/M4Q1Gb5mMQ0/s400/eatedbysnow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355507370125269490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; All of the time. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-633239977102268048?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/633239977102268048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=633239977102268048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/633239977102268048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/633239977102268048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sometimes?&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SlKVlBRNmfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/M4Q1Gb5mMQ0/s72-c/eatedbysnow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-4153041706345217295</id><published>2009-07-01T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T15:58:21.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Grill is To Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fitbrits.org/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/lentil-soup2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.fitbrits.org/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/lentil-soup2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; I spilled a couple drops of lentil soup on my summer bed. My summer bed meaning the futon in my parent's basement... it's nice and cool down here, like a cave. This is my cave. I called it "The Cave." Original. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Who works on July 4th? Oh... yes... me. Of course. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; I feel primitive when I wear my hair in braids. I like this feeling. I don't generally &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; feelings. I do like the feeling of love, yes, I do. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;What else do I really like? Well:&lt;br /&gt;+ Miniature swiss army knifes&lt;br /&gt;+ Soft pillowcases&lt;br /&gt;+ Scattegories&lt;br /&gt;+ Plain (old fashioned) donuts&lt;br /&gt;+ Pancakes without a recipe&lt;br /&gt;+ Not biting my nails&lt;br /&gt;+ Chisel tip sharpies&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.goodhood.co.uk/products/swiss_army_yellow_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.goodhood.co.uk/products/swiss_army_yellow_300.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-4153041706345217295?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/4153041706345217295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=4153041706345217295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/4153041706345217295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/4153041706345217295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-grill-is-to-know.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;To Grill is To Know&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-6182256784023940501</id><published>2009-06-29T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:02:20.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I am happy when I can rest my hand on your back,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SklH1swDHUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2XEGjPMiBAA/s1600-h/img094a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SklH1swDHUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2XEGjPMiBAA/s400/img094a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352888619977874754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; I just want.....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; so many things. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; and yet, I want nothing as well.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-6182256784023940501?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/6182256784023940501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=6182256784023940501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/6182256784023940501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/6182256784023940501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2009/06/temporary.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Temporary&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SklH1swDHUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2XEGjPMiBAA/s72-c/img094a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-2853393922600660217</id><published>2009-06-23T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:39:24.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bananaramagrandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chocneu.com/images/banana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 401px;" src="http://www.chocneu.com/images/banana.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;THE BANANA CRAZE CONTINUES!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Anyway, wow, I love banana flavored anything. I would probably even really enjoy banana toothpaste. Do they make that?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I have been promenading through various woods of southeastern Connecticut as of late... like every day after work. It's really lifting my spirits and cleansing my soul, you know? Good for me. All this overcast weather doesn't even phase me, I walk in rain or shine, meatballs or pancakes. Ha!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I cannot wait for the "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs" movie to come out!!! I should probably buy the book too, it is grand.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://notquiteamerican.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/cloudy-with-a-chance-of-meatballs-nashville-tn-fun-places-to-eat-with-kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 537px; height: 475px;" src="http://notquiteamerican.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/cloudy-with-a-chance-of-meatballs-nashville-tn-fun-places-to-eat-with-kids.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Okay, that is all. I love your feet.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-2853393922600660217?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/2853393922600660217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=2853393922600660217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/2853393922600660217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/2853393922600660217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2009/06/bananaramagrandma.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bananaramagrandma&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-7392100034412734395</id><published>2009-06-08T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:47:53.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Condensation On a Water Glass'/><title type='text'>Condensation On a Water Glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;There is a nice breeze circulating through my room. It carries a subtle banana fragrance. Why?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.liveandfeel.com/medicinalplants/images/17_04/banana1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.liveandfeel.com/medicinalplants/images/17_04/banana1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I have been listening to a lot of new music lately, right now, Cymbals Eat Guitar. Lovely.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I have to say, I thoroughly enjoy lounging around in a particular pair of sweatpants (thanks J.Crew) that I own. Today is one of my days off. My brain believes it's Sunday, but my ears know better. It's too quiet to be Sunday. Not enough lawn mowers howling, children squeaking or voices in the house to be Sunday. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I... don't know how to finish this sentence?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Small details from my surroundings make me feel better:&lt;br /&gt;- small, sticky patch on corner of storage unit/night stand where gum was placed&lt;br /&gt;- two patches of paint missing on basement wall where a short movie was filmed (by me) 3.5 years ago&lt;br /&gt;- pieces of seaglass from a happy day...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm caught in old feelings, afraid to make new ones. &lt;br /&gt;What are you afraid of?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hoax-slayer.com/images/giant-rabbit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://www.hoax-slayer.com/images/giant-rabbit2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a giant rabbit?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-7392100034412734395?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/7392100034412734395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=7392100034412734395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/7392100034412734395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/7392100034412734395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2009/06/condensation-on-water-glass.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Condensation On a Water Glass&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-7821608279642048816</id><published>2009-05-24T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:12:48.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Sundae Sun Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cohensbakery.com/s/images/Onion%20Rolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 582px; height: 454px;" src="http://cohensbakery.com/s/images/Onion%20Rolls.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Onion Rolls! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Walking places makes me happy. I was happy when I walked to Rite Aid today. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-7821608279642048816?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/7821608279642048816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=7821608279642048816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/7821608279642048816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/7821608279642048816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-sundae-sun-day.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sunday Sundae Sun Day&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-6588320850267991066</id><published>2009-05-18T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:16:25.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reel a Fishy In</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I am so very sorry for neglecting you blog, forgive me?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I don't have much to say, so I will make lists, one of my favorite things to do.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Around me there are/is:&lt;br /&gt;- a huge stack of old Nylon magazines&lt;br /&gt;- three pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;- an empty yogurt cup&lt;br /&gt;- a male hula doll (from flea market in hawaii!)&lt;br /&gt;- a drawing i did of an antique gas pump&lt;br /&gt;- brightly colored band-aids&lt;br /&gt;- a yellow strainer full of bay leaves&lt;br /&gt;- a large masonite board&lt;br /&gt;- mixed feelings of hope, confusion, dreaminess, loss and maybe just maybe, some inspiration.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;There are quite possibly a bunch of woeful comments I could make about my current state of mind, but that's not what this blog is about. This is all about good things, and you know, even bad things have good things inside of them... I'll revisit a quote I used in my high school graduation speech: "Every adversity carries with it the seed of an equal or greater benefit." That was inside a fortune cookie of mine.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I can be a lovely girl, I can bake lovely things. Won't you be my friend?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Randomness: &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://io.uwinnipeg.ca/~simmons/16cm05/1116/bluegill4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 544px; height: 364px;" src="http://io.uwinnipeg.ca/~simmons/16cm05/1116/bluegill4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; That, bless their souls, is the first type of fish I ever caught... A Bluegill!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm into quotes today, so to end, from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"...I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-6588320850267991066?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/6588320850267991066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=6588320850267991066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/6588320850267991066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/6588320850267991066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2009/05/reel-fishy-in.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Reel a Fishy In&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-6493101512556116211</id><published>2009-03-24T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:20:10.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I Could Be Lovely</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; Sometimes it's okay to sulk while listening to Bon Iver... or listen to Bon Iver while sulking, is there a difference?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; What I currently live for:&lt;br /&gt;Drawing class&lt;br /&gt;Lula magazine&lt;br /&gt;Working out&lt;br /&gt;Skins &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Maybe I should move to the U.K.?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.skins-media.cre8ive-license.com/gallery/albums/episode%201%20caps/normal_PDVD_660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://www.skins-media.cre8ive-license.com/gallery/albums/episode%201%20caps/normal_PDVD_660.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Yeah. Wow, lovely... no. But I like that you're funny looking. It's cute, like, wow."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-6493101512556116211?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/6493101512556116211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=6493101512556116211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/6493101512556116211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/6493101512556116211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-i-could-be-lovely.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;So I Could Be Lovely&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-7593794913031943124</id><published>2009-03-21T16:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T17:11:23.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Heads</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I am overcome with [       ] and feeling very quiet. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's times like these where I wish I had mad embroidery skills, soon I will.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;At least there is tea and honey... Oh at least, not all is lost.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.craftzine.com/embroidery_doodles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 335px;" src="http://blog.craftzine.com/embroidery_doodles.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"And in, the morning when it's cold, an easy girl to hold..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/ScWAP08SiTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/E42V74HlGoU/s1600-h/888530793_784d988e2c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/ScWAP08SiTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/E42V74HlGoU/s320/888530793_784d988e2c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315795944578648370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/ScWAZJieaYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8lntMwydWZY/s1600-h/fuckheartslg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/ScWAZJieaYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8lntMwydWZY/s200/fuckheartslg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315796104726342018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/ScWAmacn_NI/AAAAAAAAAHY/GilJSM37wTA/s1600-h/il_430xN.61724143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/ScWAmacn_NI/AAAAAAAAAHY/GilJSM37wTA/s320/il_430xN.61724143.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315796332603505874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;...Keep on melting on&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-7593794913031943124?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/7593794913031943124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=7593794913031943124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/7593794913031943124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/7593794913031943124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-heads.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Little Heads&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/ScWAP08SiTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/E42V74HlGoU/s72-c/888530793_784d988e2c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-8603886380868727454</id><published>2009-03-18T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:32:23.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I have a female crush on Ladyhawke. Solid.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.strictlysocial.com/journal/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/Ladyhawke-01-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 678px;" src="http://www.strictlysocial.com/journal/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/Ladyhawke-01-big.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Not much is better than freshly washed sheets AND pillow cases.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;My body has been abused, time to rest.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-8603886380868727454?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/8603886380868727454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=8603886380868727454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/8603886380868727454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/8603886380868727454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-good.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;So Good&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-4919628124054123292</id><published>2009-03-14T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T18:56:01.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I'm on a blog kick! It feels good!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Last night was a crazy yet refreshing night, full of mingling and new faces (with beards, ha!) and wildness. oh montreal.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It was really a nice day weather wise too, and tomorrow will be better (warmer), 43 maybe? psyched.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I discovered some excellent new music today as well, take a listen:&lt;br /&gt;- Vetiver (Tight Knit)&lt;br /&gt;- Ladyhawke (Ladyhawke) - she is my new idol.&lt;br /&gt;- Loney Dear (Dear John)&lt;br /&gt;- Thieves Like Us (Play Music)&lt;br /&gt;- Deastro&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Music compliments of Urban Outfitter's playlist... I really must hand it to them on the picks. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You know what I would love to do? Well I'll tell you:&lt;br /&gt;- Design skateboard/snowboard graphics&lt;br /&gt;- Design tattoos, on the more fine art/sketchy side&lt;br /&gt;- Read The Principles of Uncertainty again (will most likely start tonight)&lt;br /&gt;- Create an installation involving lots of chains, different sizes and types of metals... like a chain necklace gone crazy all over your room bonanza!&lt;br /&gt;- Eat some croissants&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SbxfSkg_N5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/FcqZlRMEq5U/s1600-h/feets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SbxfSkg_N5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/FcqZlRMEq5U/s320/feets.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313226433034663826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Goodbye, winter. Rest well and try not to be so grumpy when you come back.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-4919628124054123292?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/4919628124054123292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=4919628124054123292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/4919628124054123292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/4919628124054123292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-you-do.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;When You Do&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SbxfSkg_N5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/FcqZlRMEq5U/s72-c/feets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-609803419938141678</id><published>2009-03-13T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:26:46.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfectly Fitted Trash Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I have to say, Microwave Zucchini Fish Chowder (random recipe I have) sounds disgusting. &lt;br /&gt;I don't believe I will ever make it, ever.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I cleaned the floors in the apartment today, everything is so shiny and clean, therefore so am I. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Only about a month left until year two of university comes to a close, eep! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I heart the new Killers album and rice cakes with jam. Love love love to all.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SbqWm_qDopI/AAAAAAAAAG4/C_by5i_Ukf4/s1600-h/worries.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SbqWm_qDopI/AAAAAAAAAG4/C_by5i_Ukf4/s320/worries.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312724307103949458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;p.s. dear montreal, please raise your temperatures immediately, we're in a fight if you don't. love always, emily.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-609803419938141678?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/609803419938141678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=609803419938141678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/609803419938141678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/609803419938141678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2009/03/perfectly-fitted-trash-bag.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Perfectly Fitted Trash Bag&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SbqWm_qDopI/AAAAAAAAAG4/C_by5i_Ukf4/s72-c/worries.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-3893431040548107815</id><published>2009-03-10T21:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:54:30.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, you are Sex!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;It's raining right now and it makes me long for things...&lt;br /&gt;I've never loved night rain so much as I do lately.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I just watched Empire Records, 10th grade nostalgia.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm not a big fan of chewing gum, or other people chewing gum...&lt;br /&gt;but I bought three packs the other day, man I'm changing so much!&lt;br /&gt;SIGNIFICANT. ANGST! GRR!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;No, not really, but here is what &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; really, oh really?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SbdDc30YE5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/-fRWNpgw_1c/s1600-h/guarddog-t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SbdDc30YE5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/-fRWNpgw_1c/s320/guarddog-t.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311788448805819282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt; (click me to make me bigggg)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-3893431040548107815?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/3893431040548107815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=3893431040548107815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/3893431040548107815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/3893431040548107815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-you-are-sex.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Baby, you are Sex!&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SbdDc30YE5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/-fRWNpgw_1c/s72-c/guarddog-t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-894209674768704896</id><published>2009-02-28T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:10:40.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Fuzzy Bunnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;So, this blog, like most projects/people/things, has progressed into something entirely different than it was when it started... but that's okay, this is life. It's really quite miscellaneous, a place for me to tack up images and thoughts. One of these days (this summer?) I'll have my own website and that will be fantastic, because all my art has been kept fairly private... time to get it out there. Now, I will make some lists. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Right now:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;a) I really need a warm embrace. Preferably of the snuggling genre.&lt;br /&gt;b) I am feeling too tired and worn for another long greyhound trip (tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;c) I have end of winter blues. Make it stop.&lt;br /&gt;d) I miss you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Today/Tonight:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;a) I ate Indian food and it was tasty but my appetite was lacking.&lt;br /&gt;b) I will do laundry and pass the time by drawing&lt;br /&gt;c) I manned a water stop for a 1/2 marathon... fun to be on the other side.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm currently infatuated with:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;a) "Sex on Fire" by kings of leon&lt;br /&gt;b) Anything Animal Collective (they are the musical version of myself)&lt;br /&gt;c) Sleeping&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's nice when:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;a) I rediscover old clothes and like to wear them&lt;br /&gt;b) The peepers and crickets come out&lt;br /&gt;c) Film develops nicely&lt;br /&gt;d) The sex is on fire.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SanMzQV5cHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-kqHCutjcCI/s1600-h/chrz.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SanMzQV5cHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-kqHCutjcCI/s320/chrz.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307998816765046898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; I... Miss.... You. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-894209674768704896?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/894209674768704896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=894209674768704896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/894209674768704896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/894209674768704896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2009/02/maybe-fuzzy-bunnies.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Maybe Fuzzy Bunnies&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SanMzQV5cHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-kqHCutjcCI/s72-c/chrz.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-4496641174071741453</id><published>2009-02-19T10:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:17:40.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SZ2h973d5qI/AAAAAAAAAGg/O3jUi1lZt7A/s1600-h/saywhat%3F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SZ2h973d5qI/AAAAAAAAAGg/O3jUi1lZt7A/s320/saywhat%3F.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304574021526742690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I am so NOT twenty years old. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Excited to:&lt;br /&gt;-Shoot for project in CT&lt;br /&gt;    - with tiny backpacks&lt;br /&gt;    - with dad&lt;br /&gt;-Draw creatures and SUPERSIZE them &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-4496641174071741453?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/4496641174071741453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=4496641174071741453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/4496641174071741453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/4496641174071741453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2009/02/fak.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Fak!&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SZ2h973d5qI/AAAAAAAAAGg/O3jUi1lZt7A/s72-c/saywhat%3F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-5342120710330337130</id><published>2009-02-07T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T10:16:23.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Melting Process</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I miss the sound of rain at night, though I do love the silence of snow. &lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt;I'm ready for spring.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also ready for life. It's going to be rough, pursuing what I love... but I'm an optimist and an adventurer.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Things I heart:&lt;br /&gt;1) Eggplant &amp; Olive hummus!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2) Soft light in between buildings&lt;br /&gt;3) Organic shapes&lt;br /&gt;4) Drawing monsters&lt;br /&gt;5) Some boy in rochester&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SY3PLm7cTyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/uihm710sOP4/s1600-h/fort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SY3PLm7cTyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/uihm710sOP4/s320/fort.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300120134820319010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Sometimes I build forts. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-5342120710330337130?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/5342120710330337130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=5342120710330337130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/5342120710330337130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/5342120710330337130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2009/02/melting-process.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Melting Process&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SY3PLm7cTyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/uihm710sOP4/s72-c/fort.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-4019882591702320854</id><published>2009-01-17T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:55:58.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellie</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SXKmg8fJq7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/zSjTiPKYOKY/s1600-h/ellyphant.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SXKmg8fJq7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/zSjTiPKYOKY/s320/ellyphant.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292475597036563378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sweet summer night and I'm stripped to my sheets&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Forehead is leaking my AC squeaks&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And a voice from the clock says "You're not gonna get tired"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;My bed is a pool and the wall's on fire&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Soak my head in the sink for a while&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It chills my neck and it makes me smile&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;But my bones have to move and my skin's gotta breathe&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You pick up the phone and I'm so relieved&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You slide down the stairs to the eager street&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And the sun is left with slippery feet&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And I want to walk around with you&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And I want to walk around with you&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And be here with you&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It doesn't really matter, I'll go where you feel&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Home for the breeze, get a midnight meal&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'll point in the windows, you point out the parks&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Rip off your sleeves and I'll ditch my socks&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Dance to the songs from the cars as they pass&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Weave through the cardboard, smell that trash&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Walking around in our summertime clothes&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Know where to go where our bodies go&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And we'll breath the dawn in its morning blues&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;With purple yawns, you'll be sleeping soon&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And I want to walk around with you&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And I want to walk around with you&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;When the sun goes down we'll go out again!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Don't cool off, I like your warmth&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Let's leave the sound of the heat for the sound of the rain&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's easy to sleep when it wets my brain&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It covers my rest with a saccharine sheen&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Kissing the wind through my window screen&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;But restless is causeless and I cannot hide&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;So much of my mind that it spills outside&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Do you wanna go stroll down a financial street?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Our clothes might get soaked&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;But the buildings sleep&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And there's no one pushing for a place&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;As we enter at an easy pace&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And I want to walk around with you&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And I want to walk around with you&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I want to walk around with you&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I want to walk around with you&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I want to walk around with you&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I want to walk around with you&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Just you&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; -Animal Collective &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-4019882591702320854?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/4019882591702320854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=4019882591702320854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/4019882591702320854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/4019882591702320854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2009/01/ellie.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Ellie&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SXKmg8fJq7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/zSjTiPKYOKY/s72-c/ellyphant.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-329765439456154087</id><published>2009-01-05T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:09:12.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Why I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SWLKufTfVqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sUhxi6LmHrE/s1600-h/IMG_4557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SWLKufTfVqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sUhxi6LmHrE/s320/IMG_4557.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288011812512421538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-329765439456154087?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/329765439456154087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=329765439456154087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/329765439456154087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/329765439456154087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-why-i-love-you.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;This Is Why I Love You&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SWLKufTfVqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sUhxi6LmHrE/s72-c/IMG_4557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-9120499406072680718</id><published>2008-12-15T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T17:36:03.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Windy Warm</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;It's unusually warm in Connecticut.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's only unusual because I'm stuck in pre-global warmed 1996, anticipating snow and coldness by this time of the year.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I've been terrible at keeping up with the little things. Perhaps I'm moving on to bigger things. Perhaps my imagination is more wrapped around people and ideas and landscapes and long stretches of highways...&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;But I still stay true to the little things, if I had a band, that would be our name.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;For you today, some of my inspirators (i wish that were a real word, let's pretend):&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SUcDCrWjPiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7or3TQvPJ4I/s1600-h/silba_tan_clementine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SUcDCrWjPiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7or3TQvPJ4I/s320/silba_tan_clementine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280192432647126562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SUcDMn-M68I/AAAAAAAAAFg/o8OZWypW-Tc/s1600-h/amelie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SUcDMn-M68I/AAAAAAAAAFg/o8OZWypW-Tc/s320/amelie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280192603538385858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SUcDTPY25bI/AAAAAAAAAFo/feQvGOoiu9o/s1600-h/sleep_charlotte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SUcDTPY25bI/AAAAAAAAAFo/feQvGOoiu9o/s320/sleep_charlotte.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280192717198386610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SUcDbV9s_hI/AAAAAAAAAFw/kyeqJAlnz-4/s1600-h/Zooey_Deschanel_as_DG_in_Tin_Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SUcDbV9s_hI/AAAAAAAAAFw/kyeqJAlnz-4/s320/Zooey_Deschanel_as_DG_in_Tin_Man.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280192856402492946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SUcDkO0S_WI/AAAAAAAAAF4/D93jvTqri_Y/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SUcDkO0S_WI/AAAAAAAAAF4/D93jvTqri_Y/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280193009102814562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;open the gate cause you're already late,&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the lane, is a glass of&lt;br /&gt;lemonade, keep or the path when&lt;br /&gt;you hear the laugh, in the white of her&lt;br /&gt;Palm is your heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;-Beach House &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-9120499406072680718?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/9120499406072680718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=9120499406072680718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/9120499406072680718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/9120499406072680718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2008/12/windy-warm.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Windy Warm&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SUcDCrWjPiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7or3TQvPJ4I/s72-c/silba_tan_clementine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-2001184952267300602</id><published>2008-11-26T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:59:30.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Like Smooth Jazz</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I am so deeply in love with the Bon Iver album. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Thanksgiving...&lt;br /&gt;I will spend it with a photo critique, and an 8-9 hour bus ride&lt;br /&gt;but it's not all that bad, I'm anticipating a turkey sandwich on the ride home from Boston (where I'll be deposited) &lt;br /&gt;I haven't been home in three months, I'm so excited to see ma maison et ma famille et mon chien!&lt;br /&gt;I'll bring my camera, I still have a roll of portra to finish in there... documentation of delicious foods &amp; delightful family members will be necessary.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling really light-hearted and free this evening, I suppose I'm already full... full of good thoughts! This is the way it should be all the time.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Alright, here's a few things that tickle my fancy:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;#1) Cocoa &amp; Pomegranate... quintessential emily. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SS4zMU84nKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9hTh5UEtIuc/s1600-h/IMG_7001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SS4zMU84nKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9hTh5UEtIuc/s320/IMG_7001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273208500572953762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;#2) the most beautiful headband I've ever owned. note to self: own more feather things&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SS4zTN-cX6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/UXY2H9i-jD8/s1600-h/IMG_7011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SS4zTN-cX6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/UXY2H9i-jD8/s320/IMG_7011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273208618959527842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;#3) I heart this combination of colors/fabrics :]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SS43Gxh03TI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qEc-92lX2tc/s1600-h/IMG_7012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SS43Gxh03TI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qEc-92lX2tc/s320/IMG_7012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273212803211386162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Remember we ran through lovely streets &lt;br /&gt;We made our rules and then we broke them first &lt;br /&gt;It felt like we were running all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;-Voxtrot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-2001184952267300602?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/2001184952267300602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=2001184952267300602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/2001184952267300602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/2001184952267300602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-like-smooth-jazz.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;It&apos;s Like Smooth Jazz&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SS4zMU84nKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9hTh5UEtIuc/s72-c/IMG_7001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-5249300297972810680</id><published>2008-11-22T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:35:40.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frosty Fangdangling</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;So it's end of the semester crazy time... and I've got the end of the semester crazies- respectively.&lt;br /&gt;November came and went like the sighting of a unicorn.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for December:&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;road trips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for family time&lt;br /&gt;for holiday brightness, and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lasagna&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Only a couple little things today, I haven't got the energy for more than that.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; #1) These little critters are quite little in size, but boy do I have some big, big love for them...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SSiUHS_KoUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/GrizKVFKCv8/s1600-h/sally1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SSiUHS_KoUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/GrizKVFKCv8/s320/sally1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271626216913936706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Look at that little climber! -endurance at its finest. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SSiV0G5xP5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/YqG8-eHGcnU/s1600-h/sally5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SSiV0G5xP5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/YqG8-eHGcnU/s320/sally5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271628086275817362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;#2) Classic Yum.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/ec/Pop-Tarts_Frosted_Strawberry.jpg/800px-Pop-Tarts_Frosted_Strawberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 588px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/ec/Pop-Tarts_Frosted_Strawberry.jpg/800px-Pop-Tarts_Frosted_Strawberry.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm mr. amateur&lt;br /&gt;on the freeway&lt;br /&gt;with a cupcake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I couldn't fly&lt;br /&gt;and I couldn't make where to go&lt;br /&gt;so I stood alone with dirty face&lt;br /&gt;from cupcakes in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at that time I wish i'd known you&lt;br /&gt;with laserbeams and wearing birdsuit&lt;br /&gt;you'd throw an extra sword&lt;br /&gt;I'd catch it&lt;br /&gt;I'm amateur&lt;br /&gt;you're wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; -Midlake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-5249300297972810680?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/5249300297972810680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=5249300297972810680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/5249300297972810680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/5249300297972810680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2008/11/frosty-fangdangling.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Frosty Fangdangling&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SSiUHS_KoUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/GrizKVFKCv8/s72-c/sally1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-157589773196342485</id><published>2008-11-13T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:55:31.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Mixtape #1, little things later&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"D.A.R.L.I.N.G." by Beach House&lt;br /&gt;"Thursday" by Asobi Seksu&lt;br /&gt;"tbtf" by Kevin Drew&lt;br /&gt;"The Golden Age" by Beck&lt;br /&gt;"Winter Wooksie" by Belle and Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;"Skinny Love" by Bon Iver&lt;br /&gt;"Halving the Compass" by Helios&lt;br /&gt;"Razzle Dazzle Rose" by Camera Obscura&lt;br /&gt;"Anne Elephant" by Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin&lt;br /&gt;"Phantom Other" by Department of Eagles&lt;br /&gt;"Lovesong to a Ballerina" by George Winston&lt;br /&gt;"A Sun a Sound" by Great Northern&lt;br /&gt;"Down Towards the Healing" By Lovedrug&lt;br /&gt;"Politik Kills" by Manu Chao&lt;br /&gt;"I Guess I'll Take Care" by Midlake&lt;br /&gt;"Dogs of Ba" by Mirah -(the remix)&lt;br /&gt;"Brainy" by The National&lt;br /&gt;"The Rip" by Portishead&lt;br /&gt;"Heart of Chambers" by Beach House&lt;br /&gt;"Heavy Metal Drummer" by Wilco&lt;br /&gt;"I Am the Highway" by Audioslave&lt;br /&gt;"Snowballs and Icicles" by Brendan Canning&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SR0EH_F4TGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LWYa4Ker1uQ/s1600-h/future.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SR0EH_F4TGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LWYa4Ker1uQ/s320/future.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268371674335038562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Yes, yes I believe it is. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-157589773196342485?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/157589773196342485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=157589773196342485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/157589773196342485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/157589773196342485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2008/11/playlist.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Playlist&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SR0EH_F4TGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LWYa4Ker1uQ/s72-c/future.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-3307067859570023450</id><published>2008-10-30T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:22:58.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh to be a Machine, Oh to be Wanted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;To begin, here is a brief list of some of my favorite words:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;1) Snacks&lt;br /&gt;2) Crispy&lt;br /&gt;3) Autumnal&lt;br /&gt;4) Quelquefois&lt;br /&gt;5) Pamplemousse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This is a great post because it includes F-O-U-R new V(alue)V(illage) purchases!! &lt;br /&gt;Ready, Set.... Gooooo.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;#1) There's nothing like a worn, vintage pair of chucks... that fit! (VV)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SQqERpp390I/AAAAAAAAADw/UMB86CfMUCQ/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SQqERpp390I/AAAAAAAAADw/UMB86CfMUCQ/s320/shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263164553309976386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;#2) While we're on the topic of footwear, check out these premium Tretorns!! I was given permission to splurge a little, and I mean, come on, I do live in Montreal, good (waterproof) boots are a necessity. Lined with fleece I may add.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SQqElYq4UXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/uIsuqbNHIzs/s1600-h/boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SQqElYq4UXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/uIsuqbNHIzs/s320/boots.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263164892348174706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;#3) My new little jupe, it's for my halloween homage to Enid Coleslaw, but I'm sure i'll be wearing it casually after tomorrow as well. (VV)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SQqE3xitAkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2hQxHJ2AcjI/s1600-h/jupe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SQqE3xitAkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2hQxHJ2AcjI/s320/jupe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263165208262410818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;#4) WHOA! is what I said when I saw these in wal-mart (yeah sam w. had to expand to canada)... who doesn't remember sniffing these in elementary school?? I'm obsessed and in love all over again.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SQqFRWqv7lI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gt4alp-YOPE/s1600-h/mrsketch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SQqFRWqv7lI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gt4alp-YOPE/s320/mrsketch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263165647724998226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;#5) Makes me want to watch some Crocodile Dundeeeee. (VV)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SQqFp0W_P4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/y7Dw7zZESks/s1600-h/bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SQqFp0W_P4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/y7Dw7zZESks/s320/bag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263166068012040066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;#6) A lovely bag needs a lovely wallet, so voilà. (VV)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SQqF6gEUF-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iPCzbHepXIs/s1600-h/wallet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SQqF6gEUF-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iPCzbHepXIs/s320/wallet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263166354622781410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Of course I wish all a happy hallow's eve... I'm unfortunately feeling a bit under the weather right now, but I'll collect the strength and energy to enjoy Broken Social Scene tomorrow at Metropolis.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Go listen to some &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bon Iver&lt;/span&gt; and cuddle under the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;blankets &lt;/span&gt;to welcome November! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-3307067859570023450?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/3307067859570023450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=3307067859570023450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/3307067859570023450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/3307067859570023450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-to-be-machine-oh-to-be-wanted.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Oh to be a Machine, Oh to be Wanted...&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SQqERpp390I/AAAAAAAAADw/UMB86CfMUCQ/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-7325804569263333921</id><published>2008-10-15T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:35:02.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miniature Versions are Just Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And the river got frozen&lt;br /&gt;And the home got snowed in&lt;br /&gt;And the yellow moon glowed bright&lt;br /&gt;- fleet foxes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Hello Hello. The autumnal weather pleases me very much so, but I still can't wait for the first few snowfalls. It's a magical thing, snow. I guess it's fitting that I live in Montreal... snow loves us. Oh those tiny snow flakes... Annnyway, I've gathered some simple treasures to show, enjoy:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;#1) MORE TASSELS! This is just a little rope that floats aimlessly around our living room... I forgot about its lovely tassels until today, so here it is, voila, olive tassels :] &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SPZctk4UG_I/AAAAAAAAACc/nlF99hBQJMA/s1600-h/tassel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SPZctk4UG_I/AAAAAAAAACc/nlF99hBQJMA/s320/tassel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257491553065376754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; #2) Miniature tripod! It's just cute, really.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SPZdYKf-5UI/AAAAAAAAACs/bDwp56Jtit4/s1600-h/tripod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SPZdYKf-5UI/AAAAAAAAACs/bDwp56Jtit4/s320/tripod.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257492284718376258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; #3) I found these at Pharmaprix... can't help but indulge in little girl accessories every so often... ponies?! rainbows?! ballet slippers?! This is what dreams are made of. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SPZd1Tm2YqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/k-YlUIt_2xY/s1600-h/barrettes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SPZd1Tm2YqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/k-YlUIt_2xY/s320/barrettes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257492785379304098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; #4) So this is one of my favorites for this post... mini brown paper bag. I think it needs a mini lunch inside of it. Yes, a small sandwich, small bag of celery sticks and a small coke. Hmm, potential art project? I could sculpt the lunch out of sculpey... mmm, memories. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SPZeTrqDITI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lp7UO83nyQE/s1600-h/bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SPZeTrqDITI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lp7UO83nyQE/s320/bag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257493307231248690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; #5) I love finding scribbled notes inside used books. I love finding anything inside of used books, actually. So much character. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SPZfIiHNoqI/AAAAAAAAADE/xJIo_gjaJ4Y/s1600-h/poetry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SPZfIiHNoqI/AAAAAAAAADE/xJIo_gjaJ4Y/s320/poetry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257494215202284194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; #6) Last but not least, one of my all time favorite things. This little box was given to me by my grandma ages ago... I can't remember where she got it, but I think somewhere in Europe. I love the chipped paint. I love the kitty. I want a real kitty.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SPZfj9P86-I/AAAAAAAAADM/bPv_wRal-HQ/s1600-h/kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SPZfj9P86-I/AAAAAAAAADM/bPv_wRal-HQ/s320/kitty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257494686343162850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; To conclude, here's what I've been listening to nonstop lately&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;1. "Boxer" by The National &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;2. Fleet Foxes self titled album &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;3. "In Ear Park" by Department of Eagles &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-7325804569263333921?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/7325804569263333921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=7325804569263333921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/7325804569263333921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/7325804569263333921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2008/10/miniature-versions-are-just-better.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Miniature Versions are Just Better&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SPZctk4UG_I/AAAAAAAAACc/nlF99hBQJMA/s72-c/tassel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-5824170115515421194</id><published>2008-10-04T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:34:05.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Octobre Octopus</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Oh my, it's been almost a fortnight. The cool northern air is here, forcing me to buy (extremely stylish) gloves so my hands cease to freeze when I'm riding my bicycle to and fro. I wish I had more little things to post since i've had a couple weeks, but the weeks have challenged me with copious amounts of studio work and left me little time to appreciate the little things. But no worries, here are some fine finds...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;#1) TASSELS! I feel it necessary that I post each and every tassel I come across, because this IS the first superlative tassel anyways. I bought these shoes yesterday, they're amazing. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SOekhfgJJyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NDTKwTpDgt0/s1600-h/IMG_6837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SOekhfgJJyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NDTKwTpDgt0/s320/IMG_6837.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253348385649927970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;#2) So Colin and I had a hankering for gummies during my trip to Burlington, and we purchased a bunch of 'em... but these were the most notable because they're letters! you can make words... and eat them!! I have a love for alphabet foods... that reminds me, my alpha-bits are gone :[ &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SOelF5KXgXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YK6ch0Rc8nI/s1600-h/IMG_6759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SOelF5KXgXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YK6ch0Rc8nI/s320/IMG_6759.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253349011013206386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;#3) This hat is so convenient. It cozily contains my long locks (alliteration, I know) and it's adorable. I also bought that yesterday. I bought some things yesterday. I needed shoes, but I was also a little blue, so I got some fun things to cheer me up (like this hat!!!)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SOemJTyqM2I/AAAAAAAAACE/fQEfaLc2ogk/s1600-h/IMG_6817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SOemJTyqM2I/AAAAAAAAACE/fQEfaLc2ogk/s320/IMG_6817.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253350169212760930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Okay these are just random... my face in the first one makes me laugh, thought I'd share. The second one, well, duh, you can see my mint chapstick glistening.... little things. always always. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SOenXmdVy4I/AAAAAAAAACM/B63xE5p-Hr4/s1600-h/IMG_6818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SOenXmdVy4I/AAAAAAAAACM/B63xE5p-Hr4/s320/IMG_6818.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253351514253413250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SOengqyqq1I/AAAAAAAAACU/DT1VfbfkFrI/s1600-h/IMG_6824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SOengqyqq1I/AAAAAAAAACU/DT1VfbfkFrI/s320/IMG_6824.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253351670035426130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; P.S.- I'm reading a collection of poems by Robert Frost and The Wasteland by T.S Eliot. Both retrieved from "Cheap Thrills" used book/cd/album store mania. Good stuff. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-5824170115515421194?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/5824170115515421194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=5824170115515421194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/5824170115515421194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/5824170115515421194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2008/10/octobre-octopus.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Octobre Octopus&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SOekhfgJJyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NDTKwTpDgt0/s72-c/IMG_6837.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-741759988029499193</id><published>2008-09-21T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:15:19.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jedi Braid Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;First of all, I have to say that I saw Sigur Ros perform last night... Jón Þór Birgisson had TASSELS on his jacket, and was sporting the JEDI BRAID. Wow wow and a whole lot of more wow for their performance, a musical mind blow quite honestly... so there's a rather &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;big thing&lt;/span&gt; that made me happy. Too bad I don't have pictures, you'll have to just visualize the tassels.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;OKAY, now for some actual "little things," let's begin:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;#1) Small Golden Hair Rose, pleasantly fairy-tale, a cute trinket of sorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SNbSXoQn8qI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Wh3E3fTi-6U/s1600-h/IMG_6750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SNbSXoQn8qI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Wh3E3fTi-6U/s320/IMG_6750.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248613719132861090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;#2) KASHI makes FROZEN PIZZA?! As a firm supporter of frozen pizza, I couldn't be happier... frozen pizza is so horribly processed and bad for one's health, but if Kashi makes it, it HAS to be sort of healthy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SNbSgSQzG_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/vvqWUdr7lBM/s1600-h/IMG_6753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SNbSgSQzG_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/vvqWUdr7lBM/s320/IMG_6753.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248613867846835186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;#3) This bamboo brush holder I bought the other day establishes a great feng-shui to all my painting supplies. I feel like my brushes are happy, therefore I am happy (at least when i paint). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SNbSnvd70YI/AAAAAAAAAAw/g9erVtz_iRk/s1600-h/IMG_6755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SNbSnvd70YI/AAAAAAAAAAw/g9erVtz_iRk/s320/IMG_6755.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248613995945644418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;#4) The best "little thing" of this post.... Keith Straw. I came across this royal photo while skimming through the October issue of Runner's World (I would). He runs marathons and ultra-marathons in this tutu, pink shirt and carries a wand. I myself am a "fun runner" so people like this really make me smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SNbTSHEOqWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6va7YMQhSEI/s1600-h/keithstraw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SNbTSHEOqWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6va7YMQhSEI/s320/keithstraw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248614723834784098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; That's all for now... It's going to be a very busy week for me, so I may not get to post within the next few days, I'm heading off to Burlington for the weekend as well, but fear not, I'll be back with something snazzy.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-741759988029499193?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/741759988029499193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=741759988029499193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/741759988029499193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/741759988029499193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2008/09/jedi-braid-love.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Jedi Braid Love&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SNbSXoQn8qI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Wh3E3fTi-6U/s72-c/IMG_6750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581120857711927620.post-5579168875323055004</id><published>2008-09-19T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:46:56.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Value Village Goodies</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;To begin, I must cite the title of my blog. You will find its significance on page 138 of Maira Kalman's "The Principles of Uncertainty." This book is basically my bible. So so many little things. Go buy it if you're a lover of the mundane.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's been a melancholy week, at one point I didn't even care about post-it notes, which is pretty much awful because they're one of my most favorite things in all the world. Slowly but surely, however, I'm coming back to life... so here are a couple things that are helping to bring me out of my deep, dark cave. (both rescued from Value Village)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;#1: Brand-Newused Jello Mold in ACTION. So euphoric I found one.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SNQpapw_2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XruRU4nhJmU/s1600-h/IMG_6742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SNQpapw_2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XruRU4nhJmU/s320/IMG_6742.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247865003658172674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;#2: Retro Fabulous Studs, so pointy, I need a nylon jacket to wear with them.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SNQpLej_QlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/A-KyDxwSUoE/s1600-h/IMG_6740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SNQpLej_QlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/A-KyDxwSUoE/s320/IMG_6740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247864742952780370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Note: I have finished Fahrenheit 451 by the lovely Ray Bradbury, and read the short story The Playground which followed. There was a good quote on the last page, but I returned the book already and can't remember it, I'll get back to it sometime. For now I'll leave you with "Those who don't build, burn."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581120857711927620-5579168875323055004?l=emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/feeds/5579168875323055004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581120857711927620&amp;postID=5579168875323055004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/5579168875323055004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581120857711927620/posts/default/5579168875323055004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrazzledazzlerose.blogspot.com/2008/09/value-village-goodies.html' title='&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Value Village Goodies&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>emily rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292990543552070351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SsKXkd0i-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3Z3aJYjf3Vk/S220/flyman-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhlvW_6PIKg/SNQpapw_2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XruRU4nhJmU/s72-c/IMG_6742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
