<?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-6228724</id><updated>2011-12-14T19:10:22.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Daily Email</title><subtitle type='html'>We have no get-rich-quick complexes....We have no axes to grind....We are primarily and intensely devoted to art. &lt;a href="http://www.rlc.dcccd.edu/annex/COMM/english/mah8420/PlayingWithFire.htm"&gt;-- Fire!!&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>373</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-110238918687635860</id><published>2004-12-06T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T19:13:06.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Times They Are A ChangingDude - check it out:Like, I have my own URL now and everything. And um, no more crappy slow as molasses Blogger.Drop by angelheaded hipster for all my latest cultural ramblings. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110238918687635860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110238918687635860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/12/times-they-are-changing-dude-check-it.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-110210636329246887</id><published>2004-12-03T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T12:39:23.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nick Stuffed That Jessica StockingMy boss and I were talking to Nick about exteneding his intro for Jessica by 30 secs. We asked him what he wanted to say about her.These are [Nick’s] exact words..."Let's see what could I say.......Do you really want me to tell you...... Not too many nice things to say about her (this is [we] started sweating and getting uncomfortable)... How about she was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110210636329246887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110210636329246887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/12/nick-stuffed-that-jessica-stocking-my.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-110209304494368704</id><published>2004-12-03T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T08:57:24.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wacky InterviewsEven I have never done the crap pulled in these interviews.It's always good to be fresh with your interviewing skillz. Not because you expect to get canned, but just in case the need arises...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110209304494368704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110209304494368704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/12/wacky-interviews-even-i-have-never.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-110203672964415875</id><published>2004-12-02T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T17:18:49.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random, Stretching Connection to Famous PeepsYes, I am watching the O.C. You gonna do somethin about it?At any rate, watching this reminds me of my 7 degrees separation claim to fame - my sister's noisy band neighbors who pound on her roof at random times of the day and night? They're none other than the band that performs the theme song on the O.C. That lil gig has allowed them to (probably)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110203672964415875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110203672964415875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/12/random-stretching-connection-to-famous.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-110185391252975125</id><published>2004-11-30T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T14:31:52.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate when people take credit for your work, don't you?On a positive note, I'm enjoying The Tao of Abundance.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110185391252975125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110185391252975125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-hate-when-people-take-credit-for.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-110176787956831498</id><published>2004-11-29T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T14:37:59.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Roommate RocksShe taped Extreme Makeover: Home Edition and Desperate Housewives for me. WOOHOO!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110176787956831498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110176787956831498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-roommate-rocks-she-taped-extreme.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-110125712698767974</id><published>2004-11-23T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T16:45:26.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger Navel GazingJeff Jarvis wrote an article on the future of blogs in the Philly Inquirer. Unfortunately, you have to register with the site to read the bland article. Eh. Not really worth it, but I thought I'd note that I read something whilst waiting for mi chavo to pick me up for a pleasant French bistro meal. I'll let you know if they make a stink b/c I'm wearing jeans.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110125712698767974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110125712698767974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/11/blogger-navel-gazing-jeff-jarvis-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-110116908264409203</id><published>2004-11-22T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T16:18:02.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Frickin DoctorsFirst of all, have you ever heard of a doctor who refuses to accept checks?!?! Second, who the fuck asks you to make your copay before you've ever seen the damn doctor?!?! Third, why not let me know that the doctor is running 45 minutes late instead of making me wait? Fourth, if you aren't the doctor, don't expect me to immediately talk to you about my problems, especially if you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110116908264409203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110116908264409203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/11/frickin-doctors-first-of-all-have-you.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-110114256454121230</id><published>2004-11-22T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T08:56:04.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Reasons Not to Bother Trying to Write A BookToday's WSJ includes an article titled "So Much to Read, So Few Readers." Here's a summary of the article:1. New magazines will have to partner with Evil Corporations like Wal-Mart to reach anyone cause no one wants to shell out the money necessary for a traditional launch.2. Women buy more mags than men. O, the Oprah Magazine and Lucky are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110114256454121230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110114256454121230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/11/more-reasons-not-to-bother-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-110109493680617537</id><published>2004-11-21T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T19:42:16.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hanukah Gift Wish ListMaybe a better title would be Things I Wish I Could Afford to Buy, in the order I remembered them:1. A daily subscription to the WSJ.2. A Sunday subscription to the NYT.3. A subscription to The Economist.4. A subscription to The Smithsonian.5. A copy of America, the book.6. A closet organization system.7. More long sleeved shirts.8. More socks.9. More winter </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110109493680617537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110109493680617537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/11/hanukah-gift-wish-list-maybe-better.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-110107301774978965</id><published>2004-11-21T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T09:04:25.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pink, Purple, and GreenMi Chavo doesn't really like all the red and pink stuff I have. I don't know if he's noticed that green is the next most popular color in my wardrobe (of the obvious colors, I actually have more black and blue stuff than these other hot shades, but who notices how many blue jeans a girl wears or how many black tops she owns?) Anyway, other people agree with him that all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110107301774978965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110107301774978965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/11/pink-purple-and-green-mi-chavo-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-110107152695838438</id><published>2004-11-21T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T13:12:06.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My $70 Haircut Was a BargainConsidering the fact that I had to use my credit card to pay for my haircut and didn't even have enough cash to cover the tip, I was feelin a lil guilty yesterday for having a much needed haircut. (My last one was at least 12 weeks ago.) Turns out, my snip was cheap. Cause see, the really cool kids pony up $800 for 80 minutes in the chair. Imagine what those stylists</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110107152695838438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110107152695838438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-70-haircut-was-bargain-considering.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-110106695254047186</id><published>2004-11-21T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T11:55:52.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Dream PhoneIf anyone has an extra $500 they aren't using, feel free to buy me a Handspring Treo. Oh baby. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110106695254047186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110106695254047186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-dream-phone-if-anyone-has-extra-500.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-110076449970283525</id><published>2004-11-17T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T23:54:59.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Life and My JobThings have been extremely hectic at work recently, partially because we're doing our Christmas mailing early. Check that, I'm doing our Christmas mailing early. Anyway, I often wonder how people can do my job (sales assistant) for decades. Today, one woman explained during lunch (we assistants are the only ones who use the lunch room to eat lunch in) that she doesn't mind </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110076449970283525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110076449970283525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-life-and-my-job-things-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-110019665397130307</id><published>2004-11-11T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T10:10:53.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Don't CareI don't care about your renovation plans for your apartment. I don't care about your love life. I don't care about your unhappiness with your job. I don't care that you feel overworked, even though you spend over half your time kibitzing with your friends on the phone in a really, really loud voice.I work for a different company and frankly shouldn't have to deal with you at all. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110019665397130307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110019665397130307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-dont-care-i-dont-care-about-your.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-110004317243416312</id><published>2004-11-09T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T15:32:52.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mi Chavo found a review of Vera Drake on CNN. I think you already know about the scene it mentions from the previews, but if you want to be surprised, don't read the following quote.The film was Staunton's first experience with Leigh's notoriously demanding working method, which involves creating characters through discussion, research and improvisation during months of rehearsals.There's no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110004317243416312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/110004317243416312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/11/mi-chavo-found-review-of-vera-drake-on.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109953970417173053</id><published>2004-11-03T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T19:41:44.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>C.J. ROCKS!No, I'm not talking about myself in the third person. I'm stoked that they've finally evalated a woman to a high office in the US...er, or just in the US I wish I lived in...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109953970417173053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109953970417173053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/11/c.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109950264883669576</id><published>2004-11-03T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T09:24:08.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mi Amor Es PerfectoI might be sick to my stomach from the election results, but one thing proved enduring last night: mi amor. He arrived at my flat last night with two pizza boxes and two books, purchased from my Amazon wishlist.So while American electoral politics are still b.s, my life doesn't have to be.Because mi amor bought me The Tao of Abundance and Zen and the Art of Making a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109950264883669576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109950264883669576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/11/mi-amor-es-perfecto-i-might-be-sick-to.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109932897493593480</id><published>2004-11-01T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T09:09:34.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Obsession with My JobYesterday, mi chavo and I were at a Virgin Megastore. I read the Rolling Stone interview of Kerry and got really excited about the pages immediately following the interview. It was a 2005 calendar, featuring musicians posing with their cars. Or at least that's what I thought it was when I first flipped through it. I thought it was strange that RS was giving away a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109932897493593480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109932897493593480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-obsession-with-my-job-yesterday-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109924246817631813</id><published>2004-10-31T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T09:07:48.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm an Old LadyMi Chavo and I got dressed up last night. He was Robert Zimmerman, replete with requisite harmonica neck brace and Jew fro. I was a pathetic Joan Baez. I was really jealous that people on the street stared at him and several people got his costume, but no one knew what the heck I was trying to do. There was an amusing incident at dinner where a friendly drunk was the first to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109924246817631813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109924246817631813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-old-lady-mi-chavo-and-i-got-dressed.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109915794831908439</id><published>2004-10-30T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T10:39:08.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Television WithdrawalSomehow I've missed most of my favorite shows this week. I was busy watching Vera Drake last Sunday and missed Desperate Housewives. Worst of all, on Tuesday I got hooked on reruns of Law and Order on TNT and totally forgot to watch Gilmore Girls (w guest star Norman Mailer). I also didn't check out Veronica Mars, which is supposedly the new Buffy, and we all know what a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109915794831908439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109915794831908439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/10/television-withdrawal-somehow-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109899446833007647</id><published>2004-10-28T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T13:16:29.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Advertising BlogsNot blogs making money through advertising. Not paying for text ads to promote your blog. Actual blogs from the advertising industry. Clear on the topic? Good.Here's a NYT article on the subject.The online edition is full of spaces where no spaces exist in URLs. Here are the advertising blogs mentioned in the article:Influx InsightsA Fine Kettle of FishURBANintelligence</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109899446833007647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109899446833007647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/10/advertising-blogs-not-blogs-making.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109889691360030326</id><published>2004-10-27T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T10:08:33.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chow: the Funny HaHa Food MagAccording to the NYT, there is a need for a funny food magazine. Apparently the copy in the big name food books is stodgy and boring. I have to flip through those books to keep up with our "comp set" (which books our advertisers are advertising in) and I dunno. It doesn't sound like Chow is really going that far out of the main-stream. By still asking experts for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109889691360030326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109889691360030326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/10/chow-funny-haha-food-mag-according-to.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109881117461974540</id><published>2004-10-26T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T10:20:31.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cosmo Covers: For Blondes OnlyHere's an article from CBS Market Watch on how blondes sell more books than brunettes. And how Cosmo's mission is to "be a pillar of pop culture." And here's my fav quote from the Editor in Chief:"If Jay Leno is not spoofing my cover lines once a month," White said, "I know I'm not doing my job."Ahh. The apex of good journalism: when Leno is spoofing your copy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109881117461974540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109881117461974540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/10/cosmo-covers-for-blondes-only-heres.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109875724042062743</id><published>2004-10-25T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T19:20:40.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MEMO TO GUYS: Any poor schlub can take a woman to a swanky restaurant and slap down his credit card. If you really want to impress a woman, you should cook for her.I haven't read the WaPo article that begins with the above sentence. Mostly, because simply posting that line is enough to get a rise out of Mi Chavo. Note to Mi Chavo: I'm not saying swanky restaurants are wrong. I'm just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109875724042062743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109875724042062743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/10/memo-to-guys-any-poor-schlub-can-take.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109873071109147009</id><published>2004-10-25T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T11:58:31.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vera DrakeMi Hombre and I went to see Vera Drake last night. I even forfeited a timely viewing of Desperate Housewives for the event. After you see the movie, read Ebert's review. Personally, I've never understood why it's acceptable to explain The Entire Plot and call that a review of anything. I believe a review should offer insight and analysis without giving away too much of the movie. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109873071109147009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109873071109147009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/10/vera-drake-mi-hombre-and-i-went-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109849816219735896</id><published>2004-10-22T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T19:22:42.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's Talk About SexA convo today reminded me of a Ms. Magazine article about sluts and virgins. Unfortunately, the article was from March/April 1997 so it's not available online. If you're interested, you can order a copy of the book here. Since Ms. is a feminist magazine, issues of sexuality are not swept under the rug. So you can read about sex in the August 1999 issue and excerpts of that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109849816219735896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109849816219735896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/10/lets-talk-about-sex-convo-today.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109845689406548955</id><published>2004-10-22T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T07:54:54.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm So Excited, I Can't Keep QuietI haven't been posting as much on this blog or my other blog in the past few days. That's because I've been working with Mi Hombre on ideas for websites for each of the blogs. We've already purchased URLs (which I'll debut when the sites debut) and now we're discussing which blogging tool I should use. I've always used Blogger - since I started blogging in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109845689406548955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109845689406548955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-so-excited-i-cant-keep-quiet-i.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109828409306284186</id><published>2004-10-20T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T07:54:53.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How To Earn A Living BloggingI suppose first you need an audience. An audience *much* larger than who is drawn to this site. I think my hits would go up if I reverted to an older format - less chat about my life, more pop cultural posts. At any rate, once you have an audience you then get ads from Blogads. According to the 10/18 edition of AdAge, Markos Moulitsas Zuniga makes $13,250 A WEEK </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109828409306284186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109828409306284186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/10/how-to-earn-living-blogging-i-suppose.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109821896630282442</id><published>2004-10-19T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T13:49:26.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mas de Motorcycle DiariesSo, I'm getting disturbed the more I read of the actual book. See, the movie doesn't just combine episodes: it changes the content to make Che look more heroic. Instead of Che getting drunk and trying to drag a married woman outside for nookie, the movie shows a saintly Che getting pulled onto the dance floor by said married woman who only pretends to be offended at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109821896630282442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109821896630282442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/10/mas-de-motorcycle-diaries-so-im.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109814451633370215</id><published>2004-10-18T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T17:08:36.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Motorcycle Diaries and Team AmericaMi Hombre and I went to see a double feature yesterday and um, we actually paid for tickets to each show (and they were playing at two different places). Team America simply wasn't as funny as I hoped it would be - the opening sequence was hilarious, but it fell flat after that. Yes, the anti-Pearl Harbor song was amusing, and the Montage song was hilarious </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109814451633370215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109814451633370215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/10/motorcycle-diaries-and-team-america-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109797257134770621</id><published>2004-10-16T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T17:22:51.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CrapRemind me not to watch the World Series. Frickin 3 runs in the first inning?!?!?!? And only ONE OUT?!?!?! WTF?!?!?!sigh. Apparently, the curse is still going strong.DAMNIT. Another hit goes right by two of the boys in red. sigh. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109797257134770621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109797257134770621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/10/crap-remind-me-not-to-watch-world.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109786413250636359</id><published>2004-10-15T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T11:15:32.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Depression and Suicide on College CampusesToday's WSJ includes an article titled "Some Colleges Try Zero-Tolerance Toward Suicide Attempts." It babbles on about the pros and cons of requiring suicidal students to attend four 50 minute therapy sessions if they talk about killing themselves. It doesn't try to delve into a more heinous way some colleges deal with depressed / suicidal students: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109786413250636359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109786413250636359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/10/depression-and-suicide-on-college.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109778950141998811</id><published>2004-10-14T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T14:31:41.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Too NiceThe Idiot Has Arrived. And instead of a lengthy apology, he gave me inappropriate comments about Britney Spears. And now he's gone (to work). And I get to wake him tomorrow morning so he can leave when I leave. (And then return on Saturday and stay till Monday.) How I wish he read this blog to know how annoyed I am. Instead, I'll just continue to be Ms. Passive Aggressive 2004.And</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109778950141998811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109778950141998811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-too-nice-idiot-has-arrived.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109770442625859250</id><published>2004-10-13T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T14:53:46.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Falling Down a Net HoleFirst there was email from My Smart Friend at Georgetown. Which included a link to this Guardian article on blogging about work. Which led me to find Bitch, Ph.D. It's my new guilty pleasure. And that's saying a lot - since as Mi Hombre will attest, I have a lot of guilty pleasures. (In my defense, he doesn't understand mass culture or this lil phenomenon we peons know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109770442625859250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109770442625859250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/10/falling-down-net-hole-first-there-was.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109770030918278287</id><published>2004-10-13T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T13:45:09.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TeethThere was a Jeopardy category they didn't finish in the first round called "The Tooth of the Matter." Funny thing is, I could guess the celeb simply by lookin at their teeth w/o hearing the answer. I guess Mi Hombre is right - I spend to much time critiquing how ppl look. It keeps me sane while I listen to all their b.s.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109770030918278287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109770030918278287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/10/teeth-there-was-jeopardy-category-they.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109761502022397448</id><published>2004-10-12T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T14:03:40.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DesiresI spoke with the International President of Women's International League for Peace and Freedom at the US Section's board meeting. She wants more info on this new fangled blog thing to help decide whether it would be a good way for her to communicate with WILPFers around the world. I also talked to her about the lack of good news sources for events in Africa (since she used to be the chair</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109761502022397448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109761502022397448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/10/desires-i-spoke-with-international.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109751125423442895</id><published>2004-10-11T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T09:14:14.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HebetudinousThe Word of The Week.hebetudinous (heb-i-TOOD-n-uhs -TYOOD-) adjectiveDull or lethargic, especially relating to the mind.[From Late Latin hebetudo (dullness), from Latin hebes (dull).]from A.W.A.D.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109751125423442895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109751125423442895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/10/hebetudinous-word-of-week.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109745406917659209</id><published>2004-10-10T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T17:21:09.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Fabulous Weekend, Vegging W Mi HombreFor a long time, I forgot that I had a camera. Kinda silly to forget your father gave you a digital camera. I guess I sorta figured it was like all the other gadgets he's  bought from watching a shopping network on tv - pure junk. Funny thing is, I was wrong.So the first picture I took was of my Cubs hat. Okay, so technically, Mi Hombre still owns it, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109745406917659209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109745406917659209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-fabulous-weekend-vegging-w-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109734639676033018</id><published>2004-10-09T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T11:26:36.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't Kiss MeI have mono.Debate rages as to whether Mi Hombre or I caused the current outbreak. (For the record, he got sick first so I think he's at fault. But don't tell him that.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109734639676033018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109734639676033018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/10/dont-kiss-me-i-have-mono.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109725849232149489</id><published>2004-10-08T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T11:01:32.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Google Now in the Book BizFrom USAT:Internet search giant Google, quiet since going public in August, introduced a feature Wednesday that lets users search through pages of books online. Google is taking aim at online retailer Amazon.com, which offers similar technology on its e-commerce site and which recently invaded Google's turf by launching a rival search engine, A9.Check out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109725849232149489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109725849232149489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/10/google-now-in-book-biz-from.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109716123533749189</id><published>2004-10-07T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T08:00:35.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am Officially OldRemember when the hottest new title in teen mags was Jane? When Seventeen was the old stand by and YM was young and fresh? Am I missing a title from my youth? I can't remember. In any event, YM was sold to the Nasty and its 60 staffers kicked to the curb. Read the gory details in this NYT article.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109716123533749189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109716123533749189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-am-officially-old-remember-when.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109703271156023533</id><published>2004-10-05T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T20:18:31.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love in the Time of Cholera excerptThe following was written by the unparalleled Gabriel Garcia Marquez:[T]hey no longer felt like newlyweds, and even less like belated lovers. It was as if they had leapt over the arduous calvary of conjugal life and gone straight to the heart of love. They were together in silence like an old married couple wary of life, beyond pitfalls of passion, beyond the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109703271156023533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109703271156023533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/10/love-in-time-of-cholera-excerpt.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109691233663527942</id><published>2004-10-04T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T10:52:16.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cruising Into The West LoopSunday's NYT featured an article on the West Loop and quotes Mi Hombre's jefe.Question: Did you know cruising was a euphemism for prostitution? In L.A., when you see a "no cruising" sign, it means just that - don't cruise around in your car tryin to look like a mack daddy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109691233663527942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109691233663527942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/10/cruising-into-west-loop-sundays-nyt.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109655759385218538</id><published>2004-09-30T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T08:19:53.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A.W.A.D. Quote of the DayA proverb is a short sentence based on long experience. -Miguel de Cervantes, novelist (1547-1616)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109655759385218538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109655759385218538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109655628392988346</id><published>2004-09-30T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T08:01:09.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That Lil Underground Community Board, CraigslistHere's an article on Craig Newmark and his baby from USAT. I remember reading about him back in 99 and then writing him an email offering my services to expand the list to the Boston area. (Back in the day, it was an SF-only thang.)* I have fond memories of desperately trying to find jobs to apply for from the list (you know you're dealin with a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109655628392988346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109655628392988346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/09/that-lil-underground-community-board.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109654187910611963</id><published>2004-09-30T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T08:00:10.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Snap Judgment: Lost, The Apprentice, and Rescue Me.First, wow man. Now I understand the hoopla surrounding Lost. That shit is scary but not really scream scary (that I hate), but rather creepy, thinking scary (that's cool). And of course, it doesn't hurt that the peeps are cute. And there's the old FBI director from J.J.'s other show and that Asian guy who was on Buffy, now speaking in another </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109654187910611963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109654187910611963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/09/snap-judgment-lost-apprentice-and.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109654133568206287</id><published>2004-09-30T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T03:48:55.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GRRR....WAAAH....UG.I frickin hate being female.I hate it.I hate it.I hate it.This monthly excercise in gender dysphoria has been brought to you by the word menstruation.TMI? Puh-leeze.TMI would be telling you why my roommate told me I need WD-40. Now *that's* TMI.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109654133568206287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109654133568206287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/09/grrr.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109639250493996858</id><published>2004-09-28T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T10:28:24.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Night Watching Las VegasI left work yesterday hoping to be able to watch Las Vegas. See, Mi Hombre was driving me home and he usually doesn't approve of my television choices. Turns out, he wasn't interested in even letting me go home. When I got to his car, he asked if I wanted to go to the Cubs game that night. It was a strange question - after all, why in the world would I not want to go?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109639250493996858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109639250493996858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-night-watching-las-vegas-i-left.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109625355928913643</id><published>2004-09-26T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T19:52:39.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AloneI'm all alone in this world.I am all alone.I reach out to you,but you turn away.And you say,"I have been warned of youand your selfish ways.So stay away.The fire inside you has burned you whole.You have no soul."What have I done to deserve this fate?Is it cause I was a mistake?I'm all alone in this world.I am all alone.All of the people in my lifehave turned away.And they</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109625355928913643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109625355928913643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/09/alone-im-all-alone-in-this-world.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109611604448064583</id><published>2004-09-25T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T05:40:44.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Day of AtonementYes, some will say it's blasphemous for me to be writing on This Holy Day. Others will feel sorry for me because a slip of my wrist caused the majority of this post to be deleted and now I have to re-write my ramblings.Short story on why I'm not going to a service today: Only free one in town is Chabad and I ain't no crazy person. I prefer my religion sans sexism. Only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109611604448064583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109611604448064583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/09/happy-day-of-atonement-yes-some-will.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109605084157533138</id><published>2004-09-24T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T11:34:01.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Movie Star?!?!I was going to tell you how I got blood all over my bedroom floor (I stubbed my toe and didn't notice that it started gushing blood till I got a little light-headed), but instead, lemme tell you some gossip.Carmen Electra has been cast in the role of "movie star" in TBS' The Real Gilligan's Island. Apparently, TBS doesn't know the difference between A Person Who Is Famous For </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109605084157533138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109605084157533138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/09/movie-star-i-was-going-to-tell-you-how.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109574200420241810</id><published>2004-09-20T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T21:46:44.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Foremothers Were BuffHow do I know? Because I just spent a half hour wringing water out of my clothes. Ever try to do that with two very fragile wrists and no lower arm strength? Yeah, it's not so pleasant. The mechanism for draining water out of one of the washers in the basement got clogged, leading to water on the floor. Little did I know that it wasn't just the drain in the sink that was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109574200420241810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109574200420241810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-foremothers-were-buff-how-do-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109552619972255575</id><published>2004-09-18T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T09:49:59.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Cluttered MindI've gotten way ahead of myself in my mind. I know this and I don't know why I let it happen. Last night I made a decision - to live in the present and figure out what I need to do to make myself happy. The first thing is easy, sorta. I need to clean up the tornado that hit my room. I absolutely hate messy spaces. Ironic since I've always had a problem keeping my room clean. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109552619972255575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109552619972255575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-cluttered-mind-ive-gotten-way-ahead.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109538093303904628</id><published>2004-09-16T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T17:28:53.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Sister, the CelebrityDude. Check this out - my Big Sis is featured on ActForLove's website!!! Amazing! In case it isn't up by the time you click on it, check out her profile.Now you know that red hair is a bit of a Minster obsession.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109538093303904628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109538093303904628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-sister-celebrity-dude.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109508741553966568</id><published>2004-09-13T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T07:56:55.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The No Name CompetitionNot really competition since it's a book given away to people with a particular credit card. Read the deets on the new Centurion Mag That Has No Name (on purpose) at the NYT.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109508741553966568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109508741553966568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/09/no-name-competition-not-really.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109500987383174423</id><published>2004-09-12T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T10:25:52.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekend Doesn't Get Any Better Than ThisLet's see...after spilling beer on some magazines that I now have to replace (don't ask), I was joined by Mi Hombre. We watched the end of What Not to Wear, and I had a revelation: Mi Hombre couldn't tell the difference between the woman with and without makeup. The makeup was perfectly subtle - foundation that evened out her skin, a small amount of eye </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109500987383174423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109500987383174423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/09/weekend-doesnt-get-any-better-than.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109484819858500687</id><published>2004-09-10T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T13:29:58.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Tiredand bored.and depressed.and lonely. (No one's around my cube. One mag's workers went to Great America and I believe my bosses are getting ready for the shindig I wasn't invited to tonight.)I wish I took after my mother more than my father. It'd be nice to have some money in the bank. I think I'll clean my desk now. Maybe I'll find that paycheck I haven't cashed....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109484819858500687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109484819858500687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-tired-and-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109467828561469864</id><published>2004-09-08T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T14:18:05.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My AffairI'm having a torrid affair. It involves copious amounts of cheap beer, good seats, green grass, men in tight pants, and thousands of neighbors. Did I mention the beer?Can you guess where my affair takes place?I'll give you a hint - it's a mile east of my house. It's pretty much the center of Chi-town. Can you guess who my affair is with?I'll give you a hint - they're all in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109467828561469864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109467828561469864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-affair-im-having-torrid-affair.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109452358774762059</id><published>2004-09-06T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T19:19:47.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Heart Labor DayI am not working on a Monday. I am satiated. Unfortunately, I learned a valuable lesson today - don't go grocery shopping when you're thirsty. You might end up with $60 worth of liquid refreshment. Still, I think someone might be happy with my purchases, even if I bought a few too many items. (Note to self - just because the sign says 12 for X price doesn't mean you have to buy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109452358774762059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109452358774762059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-heart-labor-day-i-am-not-working-on.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109440310512260781</id><published>2004-09-05T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T09:51:45.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Painting the Town RedYesterday, once my friends finally rolled in from Madison, and Mi Hombre's friends got ready in the burbs, we made our way out on the town. My Grey Whale (aka 99 Mercury Grand Marquis) was the only car that could fit all six of us, so I rolled us down Lincoln to Bacchus. I have never been to a club with so many old men and um, less than reputable women. Nevertheless, it was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109440310512260781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109440310512260781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/09/painting-town-red-yesterday-once-my.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109435041363790369</id><published>2004-09-04T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T19:13:33.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vanity Fair *yawn* and PumpkinFor some reason, I thought there would be dramatic tension in Vanity Fair; alas, there was none. I thought it was based at the English court. Instead, it was based in the English aristocracy. At least I got some kisses during the long takes...otherwise, there would've been no reason to be there. (Although the popcorn and Snickers were tasty.)Pumpkin, on the other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109435041363790369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109435041363790369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/09/vanity-fair-yawn-and-pumpkin-for-some.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109414518576475125</id><published>2004-09-02T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T10:17:23.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Y Tu Mama, Tambien and Cold MountainI spent Tuesday watching films from the opposite sides of the romantic spectrum and then spent Wednesday catching up on the sleep I missed on Tuesday. I was a little shocked by the meaning behind the first film's title. And the action was a bit, um, disconcerting. But it was a good movie.I missed the crucial first half hour of Cold Mountain, wherein you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109414518576475125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109414518576475125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/09/y-tu-mama-tambien-and-cold-mountain-i.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109391941104808307</id><published>2004-08-30T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T19:30:11.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Working GirlI just saw the movie for the first time, on Bravo so perhaps some things were omitted. In general, I thought it was a good movie. I'm not clear why Tess' boss had to be female - were they saying you can't get ahead as a woman without stepping on other women? Rather amazine that Harrison Ford's character had so much character.I'm rather stuffed right now. Take out food can be quite</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109391941104808307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109391941104808307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/working-girl-i-just-saw-movie-for.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109379155972170094</id><published>2004-08-29T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T08:34:29.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Una Noche Con Mi HombreTip for a great night - tell your man you want to get dressed up for him. That instead of wearing jeans, you'd like to wear a skirt. A fabulous evening is sure to follow.I ended up wearing my little black dress (bought for a wedding where I was seated at the children's table...and that was last summer). We went to Mon Ami Gabi. Here's the restaurant's Las Vegas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109379155972170094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109379155972170094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/una-noche-con-mi-hombre-tip-for-great.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109371134987412894</id><published>2004-08-28T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T09:42:29.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Notes to SelfAs soon as your are completely over someone, they will call you and hint at being very interested in a booty call. ("My roommates out of town this weekend.") If like me, you're working on three hours of sleep plus a power nap, you'll think you're cognizant enough to meet them for a drink. When, after half a beer, you start falling asleep, apologize. Let em know you only got three</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109371134987412894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109371134987412894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/notes-to-self-as-soon-as-your-are.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109362795720781440</id><published>2004-08-27T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T10:32:37.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cafe 28 ROCKSsigh. Nuevo Latino food might just be my new favorite food. I just have to remember that I've never liked anything medium rare, so regardless of what the chef recommends, the rarest I'll ever order another dish is medium. The duck was still tasty. And the Pinot Grigio. Did you know that Sta. Margherita was the first Pinot Grigio? other things I learned last night: Tres leches </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109362795720781440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109362795720781440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/cafe-28-rocks-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109353790532010632</id><published>2004-08-26T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T09:31:45.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Feel OldAfter napping, I arrived fashionably late to The Girl's dinner party. (Yeah, don't ask why I was napping. I plead the fifth.) Anyway, I brought a bottle of wine, which was the first Pinot Grigio to arrive. I could not believe how hot it was within the confines of her flat. Anyway, I met all sorts of interesting adults who made me feel young and silly. There was the Filipino Who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109353790532010632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109353790532010632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-feel-old-after-napping-i-arrived.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109346709893267326</id><published>2004-08-25T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T13:53:04.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Synchronicityever get the urge to email someone and once you hit send and return to your inbox you find that they emailed you while you were writing...and you both wrote about the same thing? right. that's a bit weird, right?Love ActuallyNah, I'm not professing my undying love (oooh, Blogger, you so sexy!) Instead, I'm writing to say I almost watched the movie for a third time. I say almost </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109346709893267326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109346709893267326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/synchronicity-ever-get-urge-to-email.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109345257142335709</id><published>2004-08-25T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T09:49:31.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rescue Me gets the greenlight!Not only that, it's the highest rated new cable show. Only downside to the story? There's only seven new eps left. And since someone asked, here's the Nekkid Denis Leary Watch Alert from the last ep: None. Zip. Nadda. The only partially nekkid ppl on the show were his father and uncle (yes, they're old, fat men) and two hookers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109345257142335709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109345257142335709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/rescue-me-gets-greenlight-not-only.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109345222420665700</id><published>2004-08-25T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T09:43:44.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Official: Size DOES MatterJenny Peters of Fashion Wire Daily lets us in on that big secret. So what if she's referring to height and not length? It holds true regardless of the context. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109345222420665700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109345222420665700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-official-size-does-matter-jenny.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109337052749076310</id><published>2004-08-24T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T11:02:07.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apologies for Not Updating More OftenI finally completed a project that's been haunting me for about a week now - finishing all eight cups of coffee contained within my new Mr.Coffee thermos. As you can imagine, most of my time has been spent shuffling between my desk and the restroom.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109337052749076310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109337052749076310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/apologies-for-not-updating-more-often.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109335811012028286</id><published>2004-08-24T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T07:35:10.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No Sleep, Till Brooklyn!er, or maybe till Lakeview. No that doesn't work either since I never left Lakeview last night and I still only got three hours of sleep. The strangest part? I was able to wake myself up at 7am. Still, I could use an alarm clock.I'm always amused by new friends who (a)think this blog reveals every detail of my life and (b)mock me about the blog and then (c)ask if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109335811012028286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109335811012028286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/no-sleep-till-brooklyn-er-or-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109335897321206868</id><published>2004-08-23T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T07:49:33.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>According to Advertising Age, Midwest Living has more subscribers than my employer. Mid frickin West Living. That's just sad. In other news, we have more subscribers than Elle Decor.You should check out Everyday Food, the newest offering from Martha Stewart. No seriously. It's got some tasty lookin recipes and minimal amounts of garlic (always good for me). Apparently, it costs 3 bones (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109335897321206868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109335897321206868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/according-to-advertising-age-midwest.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109327346756725925</id><published>2004-08-23T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T08:04:27.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This Post is For The BoyWhat was the name of the internet radio page you told me about on Saturday? (If anyone else has a good answer, feel free to chime in.) Randomly, I think your hair looks cuter now. The Girl disagrees.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109327346756725925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109327346756725925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/this-post-is-for-boy-what-was-name-of.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109321921049622513</id><published>2004-08-22T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T17:00:10.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Home Depot and Their Appreciation of AthletesWe've all seen the ads for Home Depot that congratulate the company for employing more Olympic (and para-Olympic) athletes than any other company in the world. The damn ads must cost a pretty penny. So why do they annoy me? Because one of the featured employees is Scott Glodbatt, a swimmer who has a blog (or two) and questions whether or not to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109321921049622513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109321921049622513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/home-depot-and-their-appreciation-of.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109319973724624732</id><published>2004-08-22T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T11:35:37.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Propositions: Received and AssumedAfter some delicious food (the aforementioned omelet love fest and the always tasty Trader Joe's Chicken Tiki Masala), I met my friends at Ontourage. Note to self: get ready on time to avoid wasting money on a cab ride to a club that is in walking distance from the Brown line. (Amusing fact: I took the cab in order to get a free drink, which expired at ten.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109319973724624732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109319973724624732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/propositions-received-and-assumed.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109311158807852323</id><published>2004-08-21T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T11:06:28.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Incredible Edible EggThis is the story of a girl, her new pans, her Trader Joe's two blocks away, and her ability to make one meal very well.Aged cheddar cheese, vidalia onions, extra large eggs, Morning Star breakfast patties, whole grain toast, a splash of milk, Skippy peanut butter, and ketchup. Those are the ingredients for the best meal EVER. Frankly, if I only ate this huge breakfast</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109311158807852323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109311158807852323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/incredible-edible-egg-this-is-story-of.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109305600215470157</id><published>2004-08-20T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T19:40:02.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Buffy Alum SpottingRemember the short guy who starred in Earshot, gave Buffy the Class Protector umbrella at the prom, became a pseudo-super hero and then part of the Trio, her arch-nemeses in season 6? Yeah, well nowadays he's sporting a burly man beard and starring in ... a Schwab investment commercial. Another one bites the dust.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109305600215470157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109305600215470157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/buffy-alum-spotting-remember-short-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109302223184826947</id><published>2004-08-20T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T10:17:11.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TGIF!!!Here's the problem with my suddenly full social calendar - no rest. Since last Thursday, I've spent two nights sober. Sigh. The sacrifices one makes.So I had a delicious dinner last night (who knew Russians cooked well? oh wait. I suppose my fam is technically Russian, so I knew that). And then went karaoke-ing at a lesbian bar, The Closet. Gay men are absolutely the best people to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109302223184826947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109302223184826947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/tgif-heres-problem-with-my-suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109293720074985513</id><published>2004-08-19T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T10:40:29.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aloha!You're Hawaii!When they first meet you, few people can tell whether you want to say hello or goodbye. Either way, most of them will end up saying that you're their favorite person to visit, if only they could afford the trip. But your soft and warm image is belied by an explosive undercurrent in your personality than can leave you drenched with tears or boiling with anger for days on end</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109293720074985513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109293720074985513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/aloha-youre-hawaii-when-they-first.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109293553381051501</id><published>2004-08-19T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T10:12:13.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two Girls Shopping on a Tuesday NightShawn wanted me to let the world know about our shopping experience on Tuesday. It truly was a made-for-the-movies experience.So, some background: I mentioned that my flatmate had gone to a women-friendly toy store and was excited about her purchases. Shawn said she could use a "massager" and I said it would be good to go shopping together. Since we had no</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109293553381051501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109293553381051501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/two-girls-shopping-on-tuesday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109287362228970909</id><published>2004-08-18T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T17:21:24.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thoughts on LifeOn my el ride home, I read an article in September's O, the Oprah Magazine about getting passed your fear and following through on your dreams. Since I've spent the summer re-inventing myself, I've been taking stock of my dreams deferred. Here they are, in all their glory:1. Acting. My fam called me Sandra Bernhardt when I was a wee thing. My drama teacher in high school always</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109287362228970909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109287362228970909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/thoughts-on-life-on-my-el-ride-home-i.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109286633674779750</id><published>2004-08-18T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T15:00:31.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Eurocentricthat's according to the What Book are You? quiz.My results:You're The Guns of August!by Barbara TuchmanThough you're interested in war, what you really want to know is what causes war. You're out to expose imperialism, militarism, and nationalism for what they really are. Nevertheless, you're always living in the past and have a hard time dealing with what's going on today. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109286633674779750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109286633674779750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-eurocentric-thats-according-to-what.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109286619660721231</id><published>2004-08-18T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T16:25:37.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Romantical RamblingsI believe I found this blog through BlogSnob. That led me to Natalie and Clayton's homepage, which led me to the story of them meeting and falling in love over AIM, which led me to the story of their wedding this summer. Kay, so I don't think I believe in romance [/end thick skin talking], and I definitely don't think I'm going to find my true love on AIM, but who knows?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109286619660721231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109286619660721231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/romantical-ramblings-i-believe-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109285636226224866</id><published>2004-08-18T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T12:12:42.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Photoshoot and HoneymoonJoce wrote an article for NoHo LA and they posed for a cover shoot. Here are two of the pics from there:the gorgeous couple, Jocelyn and Dominicin the vintage car (another shot made the cover)They went to Japan, Thailand, Kuala Lumpur, and Singapore on their honeymoon. Here are a few honeymoon pics:Joce and her beloved SubaruDom being his usual quirky self</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109285636226224866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109285636226224866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/photoshoot-and-honeymoon-joce-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109285506345685029</id><published>2004-08-18T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T11:51:03.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wedding Pictures!You might recall that I went home for my cousin's wedding over Memorial Day Weekend. Well, the pics have arrived (digitally) and here are my favorites the ones of my fam: 	Zach and Jacob, my nephewsthe groom, Dom toasting (with me in the background)me, the good jew, doing the hamotzi (prayer over the bread)gettin down with my cousin Jasonapparently, one of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109285506345685029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109285506345685029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/wedding-pictures-you-might-recall-that.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109275751357416597</id><published>2004-08-17T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T08:45:13.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How Am I So Awake? Will I Ever Get to Work On Time?I took a three hour nap yesterday due to stayin up late watching True Romance on Sunday. Round midnight, F1 told me she was off to dance w/ her woman and I gave her my best puppy dog eyes. She then asked if I wanted to go, since the place would be playing hip hop music. Obviously, I jumped up, changed clothes, put makeup on, did the hair and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109275751357416597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109275751357416597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/how-am-i-so-awake-will-i-ever-get-to.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109275668061592764</id><published>2004-08-17T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T08:32:41.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Should've Blogged on SundayTo let you know that I'm officially a member of the capitalist system. Spending $700 on items for the home in one day can be exhilirating. Except that I still feel like I have no food in the house. On the other hand, I've got most liquid requirements (coffee maker, coffee, beer, wine, Coke, Sprite, Cran-Rasberry juice); just missing Simply Orange orange juice. Still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109275668061592764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109275668061592764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-shouldve-blogged-on-sunday-to-let.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109271590300607276</id><published>2004-08-16T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T21:11:43.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eat Me! Take Me Now! You Know You Want Me!overheard on IM. you dirty bastard. We were referring to a friend's cooking abilities. She is, after all, a trained French chef.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109271590300607276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109271590300607276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/eat-me-take-me-now-you-know-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109271577109013709</id><published>2004-08-16T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T21:09:31.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sex, Drugs, and Political IntrigueYet another story about the Washingtonienne appeared in Sunday's Washington Post. Excerpt:"I was the one writing on the bathroom wall" with her online diary. "A lot of men have bad things to say about me," acknowledges Jessica, who has been Googling herself to read anonymous diatribes from online critics. "I really upset them. I think it bothers them to find </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109271577109013709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109271577109013709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/sex-drugs-and-political-intrigue-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109269370747815186</id><published>2004-08-16T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T15:01:47.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interested in the Olympics?Want to be surprised when you watch the cool events on primetime? Then don't read a news outlet not named NBC. See, even if you're just lookin for vanilla political news, you'll end up on a homepage like this, wherein a photo and one sentence blurb will let you know the results of a competition you were lookin fwd to watchin tonight. You have been warned.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109269370747815186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109269370747815186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/interested-in-olympics-want-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109249793275912725</id><published>2004-08-14T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T08:38:52.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Communal Prayer for the Angolan Basketball Team (Africa's Champions)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109249793275912725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109249793275912725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/communal-prayer-for-angolan-basketball.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109249643605559353</id><published>2004-08-14T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T08:13:56.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Olympic FashionAnyone else disappointed w the US apparel? Berets are not a cool look for summer. There were some pimp suits for other delegations' men, but nothing struck my fancy for any of the women. I did like the Greek purses, but nothing else on the femme side. Sticking out most on the masculine side was the gorgeous orange ties that the Dutch delegation wore. Viva The Netherlands!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109249643605559353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109249643605559353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/olympic-fashion-anyone-else.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109241034824457409</id><published>2004-08-13T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T08:19:08.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Julia Child, Dead at 91She started with my previous dream career (the Foreign Service) and ended by opening up America to French cuisine. Farewell to an amazing woman who never shirked from adding butter to her dishes. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109241034824457409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109241034824457409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/julia-child-dead-at-91-she-started.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109240985540949715</id><published>2004-08-13T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T08:10:55.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The World is Going to Hell in a HandbasketThe first Harlem magazine: Fire!! featuring work by Langston Hughes and Zora Neale Hurston among others.The current Harlem magazine: Uptown, feauturing a cover story on the umbrella man and bits on Harlem history, fashion, shopping, and party pictures.like I said, hell in a handbasket.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109240985540949715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109240985540949715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/world-is-going-to-hell-in-handbasket.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109240746269642150</id><published>2004-08-13T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T07:31:02.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jake Gyllenhaall is Perfect for My SisterWell, maybe not completely. She does love nesting. But she also loves to throw back a few drinks and kick up her heels every now and then. I guess it just isn't meant to be.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109240746269642150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109240746269642150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/jake-gyllenhaall-is-perfect-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109235475329601358</id><published>2004-08-12T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T16:52:33.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Requisite Daily PostUsually, I have something to say on this blog. Usually. Hell, I haven't blogged much at all today even though I had a light day at work. Chalk it up to the fact that the news is too depressing, mundane, and sounds the same as it did yesterday. Also, chatting on AIM is much more interesting than writing posts scrubbed clean, lest the rents actually click through my email sig. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109235475329601358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109235475329601358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/requisite-daily-post-usually-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109227630233606571</id><published>2004-08-11T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T19:05:02.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay for Rescue MeGreatest new show on teevee. Second greatest new show is Entourage.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109227630233606571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109227630233606571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/yay-for-rescue-me-greatest-new-show-on.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. Minster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228724.post-109226138452017257</id><published>2004-08-11T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T14:56:24.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Get Your Cuddle OnToo bad I don't live in NYC. Although, I'm not into mooing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109226138452017257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228724/posts/default/109226138452017257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyemail.blogspot.com/2004/08/get-your-cuddle-on-too-bad-i-dont-live.html' title=''/><author><name>C.J. 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