<?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-9951179</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:28:56.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily's Musings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1290/848432459_b03663a413_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9951179.post-114065691020736163</id><published>2006-02-22T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T17:08:30.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>So, it's been awhile since I've posted anything here...no good excuse aside from, well, I just haven't been posting anything. I started a separate &lt;a href="http://emilysmusingsonknitting.blogspot.com"&gt;knitting blog&lt;/a&gt; and I've been a bit better about updating that, but blogger and I aren't getting on right now for posting photos, so it's a bit lacking in interesting content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is new? Dave and I moved in together, in a 2-bedroom apartment in the building I was living in before, and we got a cat (well, back in September, so that is very old news). His name is Oliver and he is adorable, although he's getting a bit large in the tummy...I've been working hard in lab and getting nowhere, which makes it difficult to keep working hard. We've been going downhill skiing a bit this winter as we've had great snow in Seattle (well, not in Seattle, but in the mountains). That is a great thing about Seattle actually, that it can be in the 40s in the city but snowing like crazy just 50 miles away. I'm constantly blown away by this since where I'm from it's either snowing at home and at the ski areas or it's 40. No significant elevation change to improve the odds of good snow. Dave is an excellent skier, and I am, well, not a bad skier so much as incredibly concerned about injuring myself and thus overly cautious for my abilities. Basically what I mean is that I have the competence to ski much harder stuff than I do, but lack the confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I must away back to do some science. Most of today has been spent not accomplishing anything, but that's really nothing new. Kind of the going theme around the lab lately - work hard, get nowhere. Work harder, get there with less sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9951179-114065691020736163?l=emilysmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/114065691020736163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9951179&amp;postID=114065691020736163' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/114065691020736163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/114065691020736163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1290/848432459_b03663a413_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9951179.post-112353965229988953</id><published>2005-08-08T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T15:20:52.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping in the Great Pacific Northwest, or Why I Love My New Sleeping Bag...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This past weekend saw an expedition to the Washington coast, just south of Westport. I went with my lunchtime knitting buddies (the fiberphiles) and our respective significant others. Rachel doesn't have a tent, so her and Paul borrowed mine and Dave and I slept in his little backpacking tent, which was fine for sleeping but a bit cramped (vertically) for much of anything else, including sitting up straight or changing clothes. But, we made due. The initial plan was that we would all go surfing, or do something at the beach. In my case, I planned to sit on the beach with my knitting and a book. What we did, because it was overcast and a bit chilly, was sit around the campfire all day, which was lovely, although my almost finished ivory tank top is still just &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; finished. We roasted meat and marshmellows on sticks and much beer was consumed. Sunday saw Paul, Rachel, and Kristen actually playing gleefully (what, I ask, is wrong with them? That water is freezing) in the Pacific. Dave and I left early, but we understand that Pam was in the water sans wetsuit and gave herself a nice case of mild hypothermia, which she was bragging copiously about this afternoon...plans are in progress for another trip to the coast, and next time I intend to suck it up and go in the water (hahaha).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;An aside - It gets cold at night in Seattle and its environs. Not just a little chilly, but more of a good drop from, say 80 to 50 when the sun goes down. Not that we experienced the sun this past camping expedition, but in general. I remember camping in Wisconsin and Illinois as being more of a struggle to keep cool; now I figure out how many layers I can wear inside my nice new +10F sleeping bag (thank you Dad). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In other news, Dave and I picked 2.5 gallons (yes, gallons) of blueberries yesterday at a secret abandoned patch near Rem's house in Olympia. It was great fun, but how we'll eat all those berries I have no idea. Yes, &lt;em&gt;of course&lt;/em&gt; they can be frozen, but they're SO much better fresh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9951179-112353965229988953?l=emilysmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/112353965229988953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9951179&amp;postID=112353965229988953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/112353965229988953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/112353965229988953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/2005/08/camping-in-great-pacific-northwest-or.html' title='Camping in the Great Pacific Northwest, or Why I Love My New Sleeping Bag...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1290/848432459_b03663a413_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9951179.post-111584738828491750</id><published>2005-05-11T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T14:36:28.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, today I turned 26. 26!?! How is that possible? I quite liked being 25, so I think I should've been allowed to stay there - as far as I can tell there aren't any perks to being 26. At 25 at least I could rent a car cheaply...In celebration of my birthday, I drank a regular Coke. I don't remember the last time I had a regular soda (and not because I'm getting senile in my old age, but because it was that long ago). I saw it in the lab fridge and thought, "Hey, someone should drink that, and I might as well go for it." And I enjoyed it, but it's too sweet to make a habit of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday I had my topics exam (finally), which I passed (thankfully). So, now I don't know what to do with myself, now that I'm not going to be reading/typing/fighting with Powerpoint/feeling quilty for not doing those things/etc...I guess I have no excuse but to whip myself back into running shape, something I've been using topics as an excuse to neglect for some time now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9951179-111584738828491750?l=emilysmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/111584738828491750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9951179&amp;postID=111584738828491750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/111584738828491750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/111584738828491750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1290/848432459_b03663a413_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9951179.post-111378611935027346</id><published>2005-04-17T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T18:01:59.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Tidbits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Did you know that the average well-fed cow produces 115 pounds of manure a day? A DAY! That's a pile as big as me&lt;strong&gt; every single day&lt;/strong&gt;. That's a lot of shit, to put it mildly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Also, scientists are now suggesting that the contrails from airplanes may be contributing to global warming, because the cirrus clouds made from their ice crystals can trap infrared radiation. Of course, they can also deflect the sun's rays back to space, so I'm not sure I buy this one. But, the photo in National Geographic of the southeastern US covered in little white lines was pretty cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9951179-111378611935027346?l=emilysmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/111378611935027346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9951179&amp;postID=111378611935027346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/111378611935027346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/111378611935027346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/2005/04/random-tidbits.html' title='Random Tidbits'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1290/848432459_b03663a413_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9951179.post-111354612476279907</id><published>2005-04-14T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T23:22:04.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old School Tech</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning I saw someone on the bus listening to a walkman. A walkman! I didn't know tapes still existed, let alone were listened to &lt;strong&gt;in public&lt;/strong&gt; and not in the privacy of the cars of those unfortunate enough not to have upgraded to a cd player. It's funny though, because just last week I was noticing that at least 50% of the people I see on the bus who have headphones on have the nifty telltale iPod ones. Myself included, of course : ) I was only marginally behind on that trend...speaking of trends though, what I want now is the new Motorola Razr phone, although I would have to switch cell phone companies to get one (and I don't have the $$$).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9951179-111354612476279907?l=emilysmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/111354612476279907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9951179&amp;postID=111354612476279907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/111354612476279907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/111354612476279907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/2005/04/old-school-tech.html' title='Old School Tech'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1290/848432459_b03663a413_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9951179.post-110990471248828902</id><published>2005-03-03T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T18:51:52.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Being a Klutz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I fell down the stairs at Allen Library today. It was only a couple of stairs, and thankfully I'm pretty sure I was not observed, but still. And they were cement stairs, and I landed &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; hard on my right knee, and it's all swollen, and it hurts like hell. Now, this isn't remarkable on its own, except that I am forever tripping over my own feet. Last quarter, in the middle of teaching a class, I spun around and my feet &lt;strong&gt;flew &lt;/strong&gt;out from under me and I ended up on, yes, that same poor right knee.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; was embarrassing. I had almost forgotten about it until today, when I was discussing my stairwell excursion and one of my students said, "Hey, didn't you do something like that in class last quarter?" Too bad they don't have such good memories when it comes to exams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9951179-110990471248828902?l=emilysmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/110990471248828902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9951179&amp;postID=110990471248828902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/110990471248828902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/110990471248828902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/2005/03/on-being-klutz.html' title='On Being a Klutz'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1290/848432459_b03663a413_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9951179.post-110974502901319538</id><published>2005-03-01T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T22:30:29.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore Throats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hate sore throats. Today I woke up with a twinge and am going to sleep with something that should be illegal...that is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9951179-110974502901319538?l=emilysmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/110974502901319538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9951179&amp;postID=110974502901319538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/110974502901319538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/110974502901319538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/2005/03/sore-throats.html' title='Sore Throats'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1290/848432459_b03663a413_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9951179.post-110966428712191077</id><published>2005-03-01T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T00:04:47.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet new skills!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I learned how to crochet! My aunt Susan's friend Becky taught me while they were in Seattle this week - I've been needing a new method of procrastination...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I also successfully completed my first immunofluorescence experiment today - I can make cells glow in lovely shades of green! Does it make me a science geek to be excited about this? Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm also pretty good with a bowstaff, should it come up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9951179-110966428712191077?l=emilysmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/110966428712191077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9951179&amp;postID=110966428712191077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/110966428712191077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/110966428712191077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/2005/03/sweet-new-skills.html' title='Sweet new skills!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1290/848432459_b03663a413_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9951179.post-110910100775874163</id><published>2005-02-22T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T11:36:47.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Merits of Long Plane Flights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've decided that I like long plane flights. I've just come back from NYC, and it was about a 6 hour flight. Now normally I would have bitched and moaned about such a thing, but it occurred to me that being on the plane for that long makes the whole 'crowded trip on the subway to get to the airport 90 minutes early/shoes off for security/fattening airport pizza/long bathroom line' thing worthwhile. I mean, if you're going to go through all of that, you might as well be on the plane for a long time afterwards. Plus, you can, in theory, accomplish a lot in 6 hours, unless you're flying Jet Blue, in which case you may have good intentions but &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; end up watching a lot of TV. I watched The Daily Show, Blue Collar Comedy Tour, the Cosby Show, Iron Chef, and assorted cartoons involving ACME products. And part of an episode of Who Wants to be a Millionaire, where some total idiot used all three of his lifelines trying to determine the color of wasabi, and then still got it wrong, deciding pink over green. Thank god I wasn't listening to the sound, it was bad enough just &lt;em&gt;watching&lt;/em&gt; him hem and haw. I love Jet Blue - they have great snacks and they're funny, plus the whole DirectTV thing is spectacular. Of course now that I'm back I feel like I never left, except that I'm pretty sure I had a plan in mind of what I was doing in lab and I've forgotten it now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9951179-110910100775874163?l=emilysmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/110910100775874163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9951179&amp;postID=110910100775874163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/110910100775874163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/110910100775874163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/2005/02/merits-of-long-plane-flights.html' title='The Merits of Long Plane Flights'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1290/848432459_b03663a413_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9951179.post-110783745493547618</id><published>2005-02-07T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T20:39:21.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Superbowl, and the terror of 4-hour erections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, once again this year I watched the Superbowl. I hate the Superbowl. It's not that I despise football, I just don't get the hype. It's like New Year's Eve and Valentine's Day, in that it can never live up to the expectations heaped upon it. I watch the game for the commercials, which, in my not very humble opinion, have been going steadily downhill for the last several years. This year, there were only a couple entertaining spots, and they were mediocre compared to the old ones. The halftime show wasn't overly exciting, but I guess they were playing it safe after the great 'almost exposed breast' fiasco of 2004. Apparently people still found cause to complain to the FCC - they got 2 complaints that the show was too boring, and, this is the best part - 5 complaints, 5, from people who considered the Cialis commercial, and its warnings about 4-hour erections, to be inappropriate. Seriously, what is wrong with this country? Now, I'm not saying I &lt;strong&gt;like&lt;/strong&gt; the Cialis commercials, in fact they're downright annoying and &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; awkward to watch with your parents in the room, but, offensive? Personally, I'm thinking that I can see some appeal to 4-hour erections...but remember, Cialis is only for those men healthy enough for sexual activity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9951179-110783745493547618?l=emilysmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/110783745493547618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9951179&amp;postID=110783745493547618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/110783745493547618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/110783745493547618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/2005/02/superbowl-and-terror-of-4-hour.html' title='The Superbowl, and the terror of 4-hour erections'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1290/848432459_b03663a413_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9951179.post-110534070424100108</id><published>2005-01-09T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T23:05:04.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A busy weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It snowed last night! Not enough to be interesting, and it was gone by noon, but, still, it was snow. Apparently there was a huge storm in the Sierras and I am getting shit for deciding to go to NYC instead of skiing in Tahoe. Alas...&lt;br /&gt;I took down my Christmas tree yesterday, and discovered that having a fake tree doesn't necessarily save one from having to vacuum up needles. At least the soft plastic ones don't stab you in the bottom of your foot for the next six months...&lt;br /&gt;I saw Finding Neverland tonight, and that is definitely a movie worth seeing. Johnny Depp was good as always, and the story is gripping the whole way through. I will admit that tears were shed, and not just by me. It's not saying much if it's me, as I've been known to weep uncontrollably at Kodak commercials...&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to a cookbook exchange party and came out with a vegetarian cookbook. It was the nicest book there, but it's ironic that with several meatphobes in attendance I ended up with it! My white chocolate cheesecake was a hit, but I was a bit disappointed that it didn't taste more chocolatey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9951179-110534070424100108?l=emilysmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/110534070424100108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9951179&amp;postID=110534070424100108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/110534070424100108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/110534070424100108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/2005/01/busy-weekend.html' title='A busy weekend'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1290/848432459_b03663a413_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9951179.post-110514401752746860</id><published>2005-01-07T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T16:26:57.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Aquatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I went to see The Life Aquatic last night...I must say I was a bit disappointed. It was funny, but I don't think I'll have the urge to see it again. Like a not-quite-as-good version of The Royal Tennenbaums, with more likeable characters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I signed up for NetFlix today in a spate of boredom at work. It's part of the "spend less money" plan. How does that work you ask? I am&lt;strong&gt; planning&lt;/strong&gt; to cancel my obscenely expensive HBO/Skinemax cable plan and replace it with movies I might actually want to watch, instead of watching Showgirls (truly a trainwreck of a movie) and A League of their Own over and over again. We'll see how this goes - I have been meaning to cancel these channels for about a year now and not been able to bring myself to do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9951179-110514401752746860?l=emilysmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/110514401752746860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9951179&amp;postID=110514401752746860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/110514401752746860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/110514401752746860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/2005/01/life-aquatic.html' title='Life Aquatic'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1290/848432459_b03663a413_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9951179.post-110499329577466456</id><published>2005-01-05T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T22:34:55.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping the iPod warm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/1-800-MY-APPLE/WebObjects/AppleStore?productLearnMore=M9720G/A"&gt;http://store.apple.com/1-800-MY-APPLE/WebObjects/AppleStore?productLearnMore=M9720G/A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9951179-110499329577466456?l=emilysmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/110499329577466456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9951179&amp;postID=110499329577466456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/110499329577466456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/110499329577466456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/2005/01/keeping-ipod-warm.html' title='Keeping the iPod warm...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1290/848432459_b03663a413_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9951179.post-110499183238865765</id><published>2005-01-05T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T22:10:32.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noodling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, today's Newsweek contains the random musing of the day. Apparently, Howard Ramsey, a Missourite and the president of Noodlers Anonymous, is excited about the prospect of  a statewide noodling season. What is noodling you ask? It's catching catfish with your bare hands, which until recently has been a misdemeanor. The question is, why would anyone &lt;em&gt;want &lt;/em&gt;to participate in this craziness, and, perhaps more importantly, why did they bother to make it illegal? Seems to me that if you're crazy enough to want to catch catfish with your hands you might as well be allowed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9951179-110499183238865765?l=emilysmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/110499183238865765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9951179&amp;postID=110499183238865765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/110499183238865765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/110499183238865765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/2005/01/noodling.html' title='Noodling'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1290/848432459_b03663a413_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9951179.post-110487239972656721</id><published>2005-01-04T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T22:22:25.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I thought I would take a foray into the world of blogging. Not because I think anyone really cares about my random musings, but more because, let's face it, I spend a lot of time just sitting around in lab waiting for things to thaw...and because editing my Friendster profile everytime I felt like writing something was getting to be a bit tedious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9951179-110487239972656721?l=emilysmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/110487239972656721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9951179&amp;postID=110487239972656721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/110487239972656721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9951179/posts/default/110487239972656721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysmusings.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-i-thought-i-would-take-foray-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1290/848432459_b03663a413_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
