<?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-5608138</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:10:59.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Enchanting Ranting...and Galavanting!</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my colorful world! I'm fighting for my life right now. It was once filled with Dolls, Dance, Fuzzers, and Figure Skates. That's still who I am... so pay attention, kiddies. Grab a pen, there could be a quiz. Entre-nous, s'il vous plait!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>603</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-8790935160323068248</id><published>2011-11-30T18:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T18:16:23.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Click</title><summary type='text'>Well, the round of end-year Florida assholery begins. I was just cut off by someone from the State Troopers who wanted...what else?...a donation.As I was telling him I'm not my mother, I told him all the things that have gone wrong this year. Cancer, radiation, shingles, and as I was about to say "rotator cuff rippage", I heard a fading voice, a disgusted laugh, and CLICK.Um, Rick Scott? Maybe if</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/8790935160323068248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/8790935160323068248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2011/11/click.html' title='Click'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-2103322718030376548</id><published>2011-06-30T18:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T18:59:21.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Words from Willow, My Fave Canadian</title><summary type='text'>directly from one of my favorite Canadian astrologers..."Don't ever doubt yourself.Don't ever let them reframe your experience into something more palatable and comfortable for them.What you're doing, reaching the points of authenticity and honesty that you are reaching, is highly effective, and that's why it's such a threat to those who wish to maintain establishment status quo as you go."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/2103322718030376548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/2103322718030376548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2011/06/words-from-willow-my-fave-canadian.html' title='Words from Willow, My Fave Canadian'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-6903129306945909391</id><published>2011-02-14T17:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T17:54:09.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupid Memories...</title><summary type='text'>This, one of my favorite shows ever, first premiered on ABC the night of February 14, 1989. I was in my senior year in high school. I was feeling sick that day, and kind of sad. I was in love with a guy who was about to join the Marines and still pining over my first love, who would not have me at all despite my hoping. This song struck me so deeply that when the initial six episodes ended, I was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/6903129306945909391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/6903129306945909391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2011/02/cupid-memories.html' title='Cupid Memories...'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-5dK0-Q8Woc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-490518950160053141</id><published>2011-02-12T15:35:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T18:12:42.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Definitions...and a dedication to Lisa</title><summary type='text'>Lisa, you are pathetic. Truly. I laughed so hard when I saw this latest letter. Mailed from North Michigan, no less. Lemme guess: having your hubby drive to make moves while listing a Staten Island address? You think you're clever. You forget I used to have a press pass and research skills, too. In fact, I used to work for a news agency. Did you forget?I have a journalism degree. The first thing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/490518950160053141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/490518950160053141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2011/02/few-definitionsand-some-attention-for.html' title='A Few Definitions...and a dedication to Lisa'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fY8pVmRO10E/TVcImZ2VkCI/AAAAAAAAADg/aKUruOGiU2g/s72-c/FULBpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-1729612646042501152</id><published>2011-02-03T16:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T16:34:04.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alissa's 2010 Grand Prix Win</title><summary type='text'>Here she is! I found this on youtube. So nice to hear February Sea from George Winston. The last time this music was used was when the Duschenays skated their "mirror" program at 1991 Europeans. They abandoned it and later won at Worlds. Love the costume, too. Enjoy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/1729612646042501152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/1729612646042501152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2011/02/alissas-2010-grand-prix-win.html' title='Alissa&apos;s 2010 Grand Prix Win'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bXK3i98momk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-4423923100508282980</id><published>2011-01-10T19:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T14:23:17.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Lopez? Your Soul called...it's missing!</title><summary type='text'>Well, this whole thing with Arizona apparently stirred up a shit storm with Joe Lopez, a person I knew from 1986 when my best friend went out with him. (Since I out no one without their permission, I'll call her Sheena, because she dug Charlie Sheen.)I have very distinct memories of this Joe, particularly when Sheena broke up with him to move onto someone who was a little less intense in early </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/4423923100508282980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/4423923100508282980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2011/01/mr-lopez-your-soul-calledits-missing.html' title='Mr. Lopez? Your Soul called...it&apos;s missing!'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-2217361805129356356</id><published>2011-01-10T18:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T19:13:28.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ad Hominem Attacks from Mr. Lopez</title><summary type='text'>Well, here's where it began. November 2, 2010. The Midterm elections. The governor's post in NYC up for grabs. I might be in FL, but I am returning to NYC, hopefully soon. Jose Angel Lopez (he calls himself Joe), who now lives in Sacramento, decides to put his two cents in. Apparently, he doesn't know the woman I've become. This is the beginning, pasted from facebook, verbatim. I have taken out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/2217361805129356356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/2217361805129356356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2011/01/ad-hominem-attacks-from-mr-lopez.html' title='Ad Hominem Attacks from Mr. Lopez'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-9166397826375939923</id><published>2010-11-29T13:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:45:21.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People I deal with in one town over...</title><summary type='text'>From the 'net. This is so true, I'm not even laughing.Martha Stewart's Tips For Rednecks 1. Never take a beer to a job interview.2. Always identify people in your yard before shooting at them.3. It's considered tacky to take a cooler to church.4. If you have to vacuum the bed, it is time to change the sheets.5. Even if you're certain that you are included in the will, it is still considered tacky</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/9166397826375939923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/9166397826375939923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2010/11/people-i-deal-with-in-one-town-over.html' title='People I deal with in one town over...'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-8690607097119455612</id><published>2010-11-11T18:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T18:10:25.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And One More Thing...</title><summary type='text'>Would it really be me if I left this out? My legacy: dance, skating, books, music and cats. Think of those and remember me.Sergei's anniversary in heaven is around the corner, November 20. It will be 15 years. This was choreographed by Toller Cranston and Ellen Burka, costumes sewn by The National Ballet of Canada, filmed by Disney at Sun Valley Idaho's rink in 1992. We will never see their likes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/8690607097119455612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/8690607097119455612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-one-more-thing.html' title='And One More Thing...'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-8989396316326729149</id><published>2010-11-11T18:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T18:05:47.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only Thing Making Me Smile Right Now</title><summary type='text'> Childish, Silly and Sustaining Me through Another Christmas Down Here.I want an ice rink in my back yard this year! And please send me NY/NJ/CT links. God, I miss Mohegan Sun and Copake drives with RD.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/8989396316326729149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/8989396316326729149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2010/11/only-thing-making-me-smile-right-now.html' title='The Only Thing Making Me Smile Right Now'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-2088191880678520338</id><published>2010-09-27T16:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T17:14:07.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared Shitless</title><summary type='text'>Well, I don't know how to find a picture for what I feel, but I am feeling this way.Blogging down here is just so uninspiring. I have nothing to really branch out with, so I'm keeping my facebook to be my daily "micro-blog." I don't tweet. Twitter isn't doing it for me.The miserable bastard who was letting me use his car is named Anthony Barcelona. He's 98, falling into dementia, and is a real </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/2088191880678520338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/2088191880678520338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2010/09/scared-shitless.html' title='Scared Shitless'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-5362747049231523912</id><published>2010-09-01T14:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T14:48:55.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Perfect Sentiment....EVER</title><summary type='text'>This says it all. Summer is over, I'm still stuck in hell. More interviews, no jobs. They know Northeners (translation: yankee democrat liberal bastards) are smarter, demand benefits and pay, and won't put up with shit without someone from the labor board watching their back. Hey, it worked for me at AP re: my last paycheck and His Name We Abuse, so why would I give it up now?I do, however, have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/5362747049231523912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/5362747049231523912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2010/09/most-perfect-sentimentever.html' title='The Most Perfect Sentiment....EVER'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-5578383477469311802</id><published>2010-06-10T01:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T01:57:22.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm having fun. Fun on facebook, fun staying with my friend's family, but NO fun with fibro. My legs are killing me.I also have to chase down the new person at Con Edison who took over for the woman I had been speaking with. I will GET this damn job to take me if it takes everything I have!!!!Mom has informed me that Kashi is traumatized by me being gone and Dexter is basically sleeping </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/5578383477469311802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/5578383477469311802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-7716572870120088943</id><published>2010-06-01T01:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T01:49:48.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing</title><summary type='text'>Dad sang it to me all the time. It's been nine years since I got the call. He loved Duke Ellington.Love you madlyright or wrongsounds like a lyric of a songBut since it's soI thought you oughta knowI love you, love you madlyBetter fish are in the seaIs not the theory for meAnd that's for sureJust like I said beforeI love you, love you madlyIf you could see the happy you and meI dream about so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/7716572870120088943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/7716572870120088943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2010/06/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-6858031115657205682</id><published>2010-05-07T15:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T15:52:30.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4% of 100 MG...or is it MB?</title><summary type='text'>I have conquered my email account. I have cleaned out the SPAM! It's taken me three hours (while on hold with the IRS and NYC's HRA helpline), but I have done it! 97 pages of useless jokes, pics, fwd's...you name it. This is easily the most satisfying thing I've done since the last time I bathed Dexter. He wasn't happy, by the way. It took one year of being away from my Mac to get to this point. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/6858031115657205682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/6858031115657205682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2010/05/4-of-100-mg.html' title='4% of 100 MG...or is it MB?'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-506487782697044269</id><published>2010-05-06T13:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T14:25:27.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently NOT Collectible</title><summary type='text'>Well, the Fun has Begun. My IRS status is "Currently Not Collectible." What does this mean? It means that I meet the criteria for really low payments right now, but I still have penalties and interest coming my way. Oh well. At least I did something.After a nice 65 minute phone call today with six or seven holds inbetween, Mr. Dietz from Portland OR told me that I would be able to switch over to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/506487782697044269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/506487782697044269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2010/05/currently-not.html' title='Currently NOT Collectible'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-7770834430834446040</id><published>2010-04-25T17:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T17:33:26.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>86 degrees and stormy</title><summary type='text'>My god, my fibro will never get used to this. Well, I'm blogging today. Not that I have anything really important to say, but I've kept a lot of you--well, maybe a few--in the dark. I'm sure I don't have the readership I used to. I'm just not interesting anymore. Sorry about that. I'm in pain with all this humidity and exhausted most of the time. I'm also realizing that it won't get cool again </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/7770834430834446040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/7770834430834446040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2010/04/86-degrees-and-stormy.html' title='86 degrees and stormy'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-2023602514389537983</id><published>2010-04-18T12:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T12:06:36.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love Rob Brezny</title><summary type='text'>...and Mercury's in retrograde. People from the past come back. Pisces, awake! We're going to have a better year for the first time in three years. Look it up.  Cut and paste in browser....willowsweb.blogspot.comThis week's fishy horoscope...In honor of the new identity you're evolving into, I hereby give you the nickname of "Miracle Player," or else -- if you like one of these better -- "Sleek </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/2023602514389537983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/2023602514389537983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-i-love-rob-brezny.html' title='Why I Love Rob Brezny'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-6658006614432787555</id><published>2010-03-02T08:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T08:47:24.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March on...March?</title><summary type='text'>Well, another trip to NYC netted me some serious time with my docs. I was unable to see my endocrinologist, which scares the hell outta me. I'm still pre-diabetic after 4 years, on this stupid medication. Maybe I can get this woman in her office before her summer vacation? Please, god.February was too short for blogging with my bronchitis, Vancouver (yes, I know Johnny didn't win, don't RUB it in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/6658006614432787555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/6658006614432787555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-onmarch.html' title='March on...March?'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-4550562563692842783</id><published>2010-01-19T19:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:22:33.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You Edward Gorey</title><summary type='text'>From the Gashlycrumb Tinies. I had a poster of this on my bedroom wall for five years. Enjoy!(E. Gorey)a is for amy who fell down the stairsb is for basil assaulted by bearsc is for clara who wasted awayd is for desmond thrown out of a sleighe is for ernest who choked on a peachf is for fanny sucked dry by a leechg is for george smothered under a rugh is for hector done in by a thugi is for ida </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/4550562563692842783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/4550562563692842783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-you-edward-gorey.html' title='I Love You Edward Gorey'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-4983188367662554572</id><published>2010-01-18T17:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:12:00.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He did it! Johnny's Going to Vancouver...</title><summary type='text'>He was chosen to the team. Jeremy Abbott's #1. Lysacek (snore) is #2. And my guy is #3. Shades of Toller Cranston yet again....But I don't care. He's the only reason to watch skating this year. Pairs? Feh. Ladies? Michelle's gone. Sasha Cohen hasn't competed since Torino. Ice Dance? Tanith and Ben, we get it. The men's is the only category worth following. And Be Good, Johnny Weir is on Sundance </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/4983188367662554572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/4983188367662554572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2010/01/he-did-it-johnnys-going-to-vancouver.html' title='He did it! Johnny&apos;s Going to Vancouver...'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-3760221895420465734</id><published>2010-01-13T13:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T13:19:53.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nationals....This Weekend!</title><summary type='text'>The USFSA is pushing Lysacek as the Great Straight Hope. Boring. They hated Toller all those years ago for being outre, loud, flamboyant, flashy. Johnny is the same way. I think this is the short program that's going to win major points. Let's hope the association pulls its head out of its ass to see the talent here. It's called Figure SKATING, not figure jumping!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/3760221895420465734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/3760221895420465734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2010/01/nationalsthis-weekend.html' title='Nationals....This Weekend!'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-7301580227226912651</id><published>2010-01-11T08:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:55:12.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish I Was There</title><summary type='text'>A postcard is supposed to say "Wish you were here", but I wouldn't invite anyone I know and love down here. Jacksonville is where the jobs are. Miami is where the action is. Orlando is where Mickey and Goofy are. Lady Lake is redneckville, plain and simple. My dreams are of skating, Coney Island (where I learned to skate, Chris Ferrand (an old boyfriend), Lafayette High School's football field, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/7301580227226912651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/7301580227226912651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2010/01/wish-i-was-there.html' title='Wish I Was There'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-3959416240435736592</id><published>2009-12-31T19:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T19:45:00.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2009</title><summary type='text'>After a year of foreclosures, evictions (that word remains a knife in my chest), crappy parenting (I H8 Kate + John's 8), congressional wrangling, inflation, more job losses and everyone under the sun wishing the government and MY president to fail? I'm ready to flip the bird at 2009. I have a few years for which I was soooo incredibly happy to say goodbye: 1978, 1983, 1988, 1990, 1995, 2000, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/3959416240435736592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/3959416240435736592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-2009.html' title='Goodbye 2009'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-7438338688391110134</id><published>2009-12-14T21:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:59:30.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Lieu of a Post, I'll Give you a Portrait</title><summary type='text'>The incomparable Patricia Barker standing at almost 6 ft tall en pointe! She retired from Pacific Northwest Ballet on June 10, 2007. I had no money to fly out, but my friend Dan was there. They screamed like a football stadium as daffodils rained down on her head. The man is Wade Walthall, and no, that's not a real moustache. PNB never acquired the rights to this, so it's not on DVD. Hulu.com has</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/7438338688391110134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/7438338688391110134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-lieu-of-post-ill-give-you-portrait.html' title='In Lieu of a Post, I&apos;ll Give you a Portrait'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-3550453793511728946</id><published>2009-12-03T08:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T08:36:12.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to December</title><summary type='text'>And oh, how happy I am. Pisces? We are finally out of Saturn in Virgo, which has been kicking our fins around since September 2007. Jupiter arrives in January, so we should have a fabu year. It's about damn time.Me? I'm decorating a whole house and lawn this year, not just my door and living room. Thank god I paid attention to Dyker Heights all those years. Mom and I have taken in a new roommate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/3550453793511728946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/3550453793511728946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2009/12/welcome-to-december.html' title='Welcome to December'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-5588303584250380385</id><published>2009-11-27T15:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T15:24:53.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Post-Turkey Post (and only one for November)</title><summary type='text'>Gobble, gobble, everyone. The DSL continues to be slow, so I've focused on other things. I hate pc's, miss my Mac, and just haven't had it in me for facebook or blogging. This will change come December. I've accumulated enough experience with local hilarity/racism/ignorance/privilege to truly enlighten you to how shitty Central FL really is. I actually made it up to NYC two weeks ago. Dorch was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/5588303584250380385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/5588303584250380385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-post-turkey-post-and-only-one-for.html' title='My Post-Turkey Post (and only one for November)'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-4495505209009970412</id><published>2009-10-11T08:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T08:46:57.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No picture here</title><summary type='text'>Well, I was going to insert a pic of a question mark, but I see that that wouldn't work. The internet service down here is extremely slow. Guess what? Con Ed called. I told them I was injured instead of saying I have no way to get back to NY. Amy, the HR rep, told me I have 5 years for my application to be relevant. Funny how they didn't say that before. Once again, I may have to live in a place </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/4495505209009970412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/4495505209009970412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-picture-here.html' title='No picture here'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-6448969427402583278</id><published>2009-08-07T18:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:40:12.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Jack's Broken Heart</title><summary type='text'>After watching Fight Club for the 90th time, I would honestly like to borrow Ed Norton's phrase, "I am Jack's Smirking Revenge." But that's not going to happen. Not likely for a long time. My life is up for review. I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.Dorchester, a solid and honest friend from my lonely welfare experience of 2008, called my cell in shock upon hearing that I ended up down here. "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/6448969427402583278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/6448969427402583278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-jacks-broken-heart.html' title='I Am Jack&apos;s Broken Heart'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-2582721438810824527</id><published>2009-06-28T00:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:11:00.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dexter's Tribute</title><summary type='text'>I'm sad, but there has to be some humor I can find. For me. I need it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/2582721438810824527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/2582721438810824527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2009/06/dexters-tribute.html' title='Dexter&apos;s Tribute'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-5994745731299842341</id><published>2009-06-04T01:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T02:17:10.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Imbued with Dull Color...</title><summary type='text'>And my life at this point is as bizarre as this book. Or, I should say this book the movie was based upon. I am currently amazed at how differently the soundtrack affects me when I play it solo, rather than with the accompanying DVD. This is 2007 revisited. 2 am and I am up, wandering in my head, lost, scared and not sure where to turn. Another useless day, this time (again) at the hands of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/5994745731299842341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/5994745731299842341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2009/06/imbued-with-dull-color.html' title='Imbued with Dull Color...'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-3967694342765703385</id><published>2009-06-02T10:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:29:38.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><summary type='text'>Well, I haven't blogged lately because 1) the stress of my situation; 2) I love facebook much better; and 3) I've really had nothing to say. Dad's anniversary passed. It's been eight years since I lost him. I know he 'visited' me because I had the normal wave of sadness come over me on Sunday when I thought of him. It usually happens--an overwhelming sorrow without tears, just a solid grief. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/3967694342765703385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/3967694342765703385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2009/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-6873873594980061491</id><published>2009-05-05T13:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:44:48.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Roxlander's Records are Selling!</title><summary type='text'>Ok, collector #2 today. Less of a snob than the other guy. He happily took 125 records and gave me $65. I'll take it!Con Ed interview went well. Now the physical will determine whether I can be hired. It's like jumping through hoops for this fucking place. They asked me a series of questions about my physicality. Um, I was a dancer, a figure skater, a gymnast and for a brief period, a swimmer. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/6873873594980061491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/6873873594980061491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2009/05/roxlanders-records-are-selling.html' title='Roxlander&apos;s Records are Selling!'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-5057346790962021469</id><published>2009-04-27T21:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:53:54.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebooking facebooker facebookees....um, addiction is the word!</title><summary type='text'>So, that's where I've been. It's been lively lately. Lots of invitations, events, promises of drinks, phone calls, and what not. I'm digging it. My fibro nearly knocked me out yesterday with 92 degree hell, but I stayed in and slept. I saw Kathy Searle today on E. 9th street and she told me I looked great, so that was nice. I miss Mike from Toronto horribly (what else is new), I found that my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/5057346790962021469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/5057346790962021469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2009/04/facebooking-facebooker-facebookeesum.html' title='Facebooking facebooker facebookees....um, addiction is the word!'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-8202160100706146651</id><published>2009-04-16T14:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:59:06.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Proof!</title><summary type='text'>See? A little digging on the internet is all you need. Here you go. Turns out Grassroots has been screwing people for a while. I had to DIG to find this. I plugged in "Grassroots Campaigns abuses", then "GCI screws people" then "GCI abused workers" before I found anything. Enjoy!This is courtesty of Ruthie Kelly, a student journalist in California. I am posting a story I began working on for a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/8202160100706146651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/8202160100706146651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-proof.html' title='More Proof!'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-4780295567253497052</id><published>2009-04-14T19:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:43:42.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Work for Grassroots Campaigns, Inc!</title><summary type='text'>Well, after a trying weekend and another adjournment on my court date, I was sent home tonight by a hippie worked from Texas at Grassroots Campaigns, Inc. a "progressive" organization that looks for political people to exploi...er, hire. The deal is, you make $125 for them on your next few times out or you're gone. I'm gone.I also had to fight to take a phone call from Con Edison, since their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/4780295567253497052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/4780295567253497052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2009/04/come-work-for-grassroots-campaigns-inc.html' title='Come Work for Grassroots Campaigns, Inc!'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-6041943016263621136</id><published>2009-04-07T17:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:45:26.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Drama</title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm still dealing with the landlord. I've also been actively facebooking. So, if you don't see my updates here? Check over there to see what's going on.News: I passed the Con Edison placement exam. Problem is, I have to wait to be called. Pain in the ass. I have to come up with 1,000 dollars by the end of this month or I'm screwed. I do suspect, however, that my managing agent would be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/6041943016263621136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/6041943016263621136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-drama.html' title='More Drama'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-6555246038292443266</id><published>2009-03-19T01:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T02:02:55.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring 1985</title><summary type='text'>One of my favorite memories was seeing this video on the public access station U68 in April of 1985. My love affair with this song remains to this day. I haven't seen the video, but thru the powers of youtube? Here it is.Oh, and I found a lawyer to help me. A  break in the clouds? Maybe.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/6555246038292443266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/6555246038292443266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-1985.html' title='Spring 1985'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-5825933477626052288</id><published>2009-03-17T22:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:34:46.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Didn't Know I Was So Loved...</title><summary type='text'>Facebook has kicked my ass. I signed up because Mary signed up, she invited me! And now I have two gazillion friends, actual people from my life. I had no idea how many people remembered me. Grammar school, high school, night clubs, my best friend, each of her sisters, their husbands, dogs and cats, I can't believe it! I haven't had that many birthday wishes since....god knows?Two days to my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/5825933477626052288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/5825933477626052288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-didnt-know-i-was-so-loved.html' title='I Didn&apos;t Know I Was So Loved...'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-1776451764073046385</id><published>2009-03-01T18:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:39:09.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Despair</title><summary type='text'>Well, I go to trial on March 20. The first day of Spring. How the hell I'm going to find a job in three weeks is beyond me. They want me out, that's clear. It's about money. My biggest fear is that I'll lose everything I have, it'll be stuck in a warehouse and I will be homeless. I'm not kidding. I don't know where I'm going to sleep. Meg, if you can foster my cats that would be great. It would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/1776451764073046385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/1776451764073046385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2009/03/despair.html' title='Despair'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-2144058292251730596</id><published>2009-02-15T15:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:45:33.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eviction Part II</title><summary type='text'>Yup, they're coming after me again, and this time it doesn't look good. I'm trying to find full time work, but it just ain't happening. I did find out from the lawyer's office that a few people in my building are going thru the same thing, hell....the woman I spoke to on the phone has fallen behind on her rent! I don't know what I'm going to do. Any suggestions are useful. But before you email, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/2144058292251730596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/2144058292251730596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2009/02/eviction-part-ii.html' title='Eviction Part II'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-4020321809741537762</id><published>2009-01-29T16:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:49:07.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What comes first... the Chicken? Or the Goiter?</title><summary type='text'>So,  it's been six years since RD took me (begrudgingly) for my thyroid biopsy. I still have not been put on any medication. Now, I have a fabulous book in my hands that not only links fibromyalgia TO the thyroid, but also the patches of skin that are itchy, cold, and sore. These patches are also popping up all over my body.I cannot do anything but think of sleep. I fantasize about sleep. When </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/4020321809741537762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/4020321809741537762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-comes-first-chicken-or-goiter.html' title='What comes first... the Chicken? Or the Goiter?'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-6583035891595847165</id><published>2009-01-22T23:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:28:59.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve</title><summary type='text'>"We cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace."  -President Obama, Inaugural Speech. January 20, 2009Peace takes time. Pieces are what we retrieve from the battlefields. All of us, heads,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/6583035891595847165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/6583035891595847165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2009/01/lines-of-tribe-shall-soon-dissolve.html' title='...the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-5039974694788444169</id><published>2009-01-20T10:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:18:30.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Riddance</title><summary type='text'>Because I am so exhausted at having to rage and sneer after these long eight years, I find no words to truly express my hatred  for this lie we called the 43rd president now leaving office. So, I will borrow a lovely piece by a lovely writer named Chris Rowthorn.This appeared on the political blogs yesterday morning. I say ENOUGH!George W. Bush, on January 15, 2009, you stood before the American </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/5039974694788444169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/5039974694788444169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-riddance.html' title='Good Riddance'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-4068122182894693692</id><published>2009-01-09T20:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:19:36.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A List of Me</title><summary type='text'>Since I am always going on about general events (and have passed the five year mark for this blog), here's some specifics about me you might not have known. I also realize I have some new readers to this blog. Here's a nice hybrid of James Lipton's questionnaire from the Actor's Studio.What turns me on?     CreativityWhat turns me off?     Narcissism, materialismMy favorite curseword: Miserable </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/4068122182894693692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/4068122182894693692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2009/01/list-of-me.html' title='A List of Me'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-2465992430349312549</id><published>2009-01-05T17:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:29:05.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Not?</title><summary type='text'>And with these words, a possibility was formed. Yes, Biz, here's your official thanks! These were the words that I saw on my resume when I filled out my initial paperwork. That paperwork is now useless since Lush fired ALL of us Saturday. I went in to get my final hours yesterday. Hey, money's money. I'm not going to bitch. I also love the fact that between inventory &amp; last night? I got a lot of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/2465992430349312549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/2465992430349312549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-not.html' title='Why Not?'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-8125081944576172745</id><published>2008-12-29T18:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:42:50.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You. Here's my Nice List</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's my first day off since Christmas. I can't wait to get out of 2008. 2007 was a cakewalk compared to this year. Since everyone is basically going over who's been great and who hasn't on the news/magazines/talk shows, I've got my own list.These have been compiled in random order, but you are not random in my heart.Thank you Meg for constant support, funny cards, and great emails. Pisces </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/8125081944576172745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/8125081944576172745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-you-heres-my-nice-list.html' title='Thank You. Here&apos;s my Nice List'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-8860497943946672913</id><published>2008-12-20T16:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T16:27:48.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixteen Candles...</title><summary type='text'>Dexter turned 16 yesterday. I can't believe I've had this cat this long. He's lost a bit of weight, he's lost his little teeth and he moves slower, but he's still my Boo. As for me, I'm in full Christmas rush-mode at LUSH. I think if people wake up and realize there's only five days left? They might actually get up and shop. It is tiring, however. I'm working straight thru this week with no days </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/8860497943946672913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/8860497943946672913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/12/sixteen-candles.html' title='Sixteen Candles...'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/SU1igRtAEbI/AAAAAAAAABw/8Lmr5rRQaKA/s72-c/000_0170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-257015396314988953</id><published>2008-12-11T10:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:59:46.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumbles bounce....back!</title><summary type='text'>What can I say? All is well. Sort of. My credit cards may sue me soon, but my Mac is up and running, some bills got paid, and LUSH is giving me 35-40 hours for the next three weeks. Saves me from having to find another part time spot.I chose to forego a Charlie Brown tree, and instead put up my trusty tabletop. I also decorated my door. At 1 in the morning. With carols blasting from my tv set (it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/257015396314988953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/257015396314988953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/12/bumbles-bounceback.html' title='Bumbles bounce....back!'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/SUE4nqCVoXI/AAAAAAAAABo/SS424_iKWZA/s72-c/Italian%3F+You+bet!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-3327406806206111041</id><published>2008-12-02T16:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:31:21.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Best Friend</title><summary type='text'>Yup, that's how broke I am. Mom's golf cart died, so it's off to fixing. I'm down to $15 on my METROCARD, no cash. I get paid next week. Christmas is not looking good. But the big jar of Skippy? It's keeping me alive. I have rice, soup, cat food. My fuzzers will NOT starve even if I have to eat peanut butter. Hey, it's protein. It's fun. I have saltine crackers. I will survive.My cable and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/3327406806206111041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/3327406806206111041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-new-best-friend.html' title='My New Best Friend'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-3596611390562331668</id><published>2008-11-28T14:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T14:17:03.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Post Turkey</title><summary type='text'>Woooeeeee.....busy, but not too busy. Doesn't look like Black Friday out there. Doesn't even look like Black Annis (I met a guy in a kilt today, shoot me.) Obama went and passed out food with his family. Bush sent out Hannukah invitations with Christmas trees on them, and I nearly....passed out. Yes, google it. You will see how stupid this monkey really is. And I like monkeys.LUSH is giving me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/3596611390562331668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/3596611390562331668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-post-turkey.html' title='Happy Post Turkey'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-3681045654956568090</id><published>2008-11-20T16:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:59:12.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clive, you were the best ever...</title><summary type='text'>Well, my cable's off, so I'm at the library. Today was the day I dreaded. Clive Barnes, dance critic extraordinaire, has passed away. 81. A good life. His last review was in October. For ABT, of course.This man made me believe that critics have a function beyond bitching and moaning. I also realize I've been reading his words (courtesy of the NY Post, thanks DAD!) since 1977. The height of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/3681045654956568090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/3681045654956568090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/11/clive-you-were-best-ever.html' title='Clive, you were the best ever...'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-5002633275391354462</id><published>2008-11-09T16:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:14:37.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking It All In</title><summary type='text'>What a week. What an event. In my lifetime. Wow.I can't describe the actual shock and amazement of having an actual ADULT in the White House. I'm....speechless. Stunned. This country pulled its head out of its ass. We grew up. This is no longer frathouse pranks with politics thrown in.But now, the growing up must continue. Where do I begin? Here's a vignette to sum it all up.Back in 2000 when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/5002633275391354462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/5002633275391354462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/11/taking-it-all-in.html' title='Taking It All In'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-8362185861330150891</id><published>2008-11-06T17:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:56:41.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Taking It All In</title><summary type='text'>"Rosa sat so Martin could walk. Martin walked so Barack could run. Barack ran so our children can fly!" More thoughts later. I'm still over the moon about this whole thing. My country finally grew up. It's about damn time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/8362185861330150891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/8362185861330150891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-still-taking-it-all-in.html' title='I&apos;m Still Taking It All In'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-2140877355964882055</id><published>2008-11-03T09:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:47:35.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Why I'm Voting for Obama</title><summary type='text'>Just to spite this bitch.Republicans have truly joined the lunatic fringe. I remember when they were just square conservatives who wore ties and argyle socks with everything. Now? THESE PEOPLE ARE GROWING OUT OF THE GROUND. THEY'RE FUCKING CRAZY AND I'M AFRAID.I'll be happily traipsing over to my voting station tomorrow morning with a baby snickers in my mouth. Just because.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/2140877355964882055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/2140877355964882055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-why-im-voting-for-obama.html' title='This is Why I&apos;m Voting for Obama'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-6834631563627522239</id><published>2008-10-31T09:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:41:38.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember the Truth</title><summary type='text'>Thank Goddess Ireland saw fit to only murder 7 people during the Burning Times. In addition, there was actual proof. The rest of Europe had a field day killing women, the mentally ill, the disfigured, the unliked or anyone else that got in some church dogma's way. Remember the true origins of hysteria today when you see a black cat or a cone-shaped hat on a girl with green makeup. Then, get the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/6834631563627522239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/6834631563627522239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/10/remember-truth.html' title='Remember the Truth'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-6857161963736066518</id><published>2008-10-28T19:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:53:39.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Not Level the Playing Field?</title><summary type='text'>Socialism: The Giant Awakens by Mary Scott O'Connor, courtesy of My Left Wing"Whenever I hear the old joke, "He was born on third base but thinks he hit a triple," I cringe a little, because I immediately think of the inverse -- of the millions of people who are born with two strikes against them.Lately I cringe when I hear the ludicrous charge being leveled against Barack Obama: that he intends </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/6857161963736066518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/6857161963736066518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-not-level-playing-field.html' title='Why Not Level the Playing Field?'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/SQel-o-n4jI/AAAAAAAAABM/eZtAypTJmdc/s72-c/bushpoverty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-2748839894208611672</id><published>2008-10-27T16:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:04:45.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week and One Day!</title><summary type='text'>Normally, I wouldn't go so far out there to endorse a candidate, but after checking McCain's voting record on actual soldiers? I can tell you it sucks to be a returning vet in Arizona. For someone who prides himself on the military record he hawks with so-called humility? What he's done is the exact opposite. We are in dangerous times. Do I think Obama has every single answer? No. But I do think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/2748839894208611672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/2748839894208611672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-week-and-one-day.html' title='One Week and One Day!'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-1972412823447701995</id><published>2008-10-18T09:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T09:18:01.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nice Thought for the Week of October 16th-21st</title><summary type='text'>In medieval Europe, more resources and human ingenuity were lavished upon cathedrals and churches than on any other buildings. In the last hundred years, the emphasis has been different, having switched to the towering structures that house institutions dedicated to commerce. By that measure, Money is a far more important God than God. During the next few weeks, Pisces, I invite you to buck the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/1972412823447701995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/1972412823447701995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/10/nice-thought-for-week-of-october-16th.html' title='A Nice Thought for the Week of October 16th-21st'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-777423129985875139</id><published>2008-10-10T10:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:57:29.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>73</title><summary type='text'>IThe Owl and the Pussy-cat went to seaIn a beautiful pea green boat,They took some honey, and plenty of money,Wrapped up in a five pound note.The Owl looked up to the stars above,And sang to a small guitar,'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,What a beautiful Pussy you are,You are,You are!What a beautiful Pussy you are!'IIPussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!How charmingly sweet you sing!O let us</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/777423129985875139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/777423129985875139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/10/73.html' title='73'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/SO9tPafJEOI/AAAAAAAAABE/Dw5c3nQzZxs/s72-c/owlpussycat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-1822539080822151870</id><published>2008-10-09T12:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:10:34.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending Like Drunken Sailors</title><summary type='text'>Well, well...how's this for good ole fashioned American values? SPEND, SPEND, SPEND and screw responsibility. The National Debt clock located on 44th Street near 6th Avenue has had to remove the dollar sign to put in another number! And isn't this sweet? The Durst family, who own the clock, are putting in two more digits to accomodate the possibilty...NO...the EVENTUALITY (if that's even a word) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/1822539080822151870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/1822539080822151870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/10/spending-like-drunken-sailors.html' title='Spending Like Drunken Sailors'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-2891484785769556622</id><published>2008-10-04T22:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:01:32.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>VP? This Is What They Want You to Think...</title><summary type='text'>I mean do these assholes really think we're going to take her seriously?Gosh, darnit (and wink wink), I sure as hell DON'T.The bar has been lowered. To the floor. I love photoshop, don't you?LMAOOOOOO</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/2891484785769556622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/2891484785769556622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/10/vp-this-is-what-they-want-you-to-think.html' title='VP? This Is What They Want You to Think...'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/SOgtwDvBbNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2TjBT7UWZHI/s72-c/PalinVoguejoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-8106670043112432433</id><published>2008-09-26T00:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:04:57.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Normally, I'm a Batman kinda Girl, but....</title><summary type='text'>And if he shows up for the debate tomorrow and McCain ain't there? FINE.WE'LL HAVE 90 MINUTES OF A PURE TOWN HALL FORUM BROADCASTED ON EVERY STATION. 90 minutes of this guy is NEVER a bad thing. It's called 'winning', kiddies. Get used to it, Repugnicons!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/8106670043112432433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/8106670043112432433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/09/normally-im-batman-kinda-girl-but.html' title='Normally, I&apos;m a Batman kinda Girl, but....'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-5106116514347432997</id><published>2008-09-24T00:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T00:41:01.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bear Market? That's Just BULL!</title><summary type='text'>Well, this whole bailout mess has gotten me SICK. This is socialism for the rich. Do the taxpayers get anything out of this? I doubt it. McCain and his lackey flipflopped on deregulation, which is hilarious since Phil Gramm is on his campaign panel. That's like putting a panel of foxes to guard the henhouse. If a criminal investigation doesn't come out of this? I might just kill someone. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/5106116514347432997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/5106116514347432997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/09/bear-market-thats-just-bull.html' title='A Bear Market? That&apos;s Just BULL!'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-5077501678596357628</id><published>2008-09-12T17:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T18:11:01.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing my Virgin-ity</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's been a week. For those of you I left hanging in the balance, Virgin gave me the "heave ho" last Friday. A strange and weird feeling came over me: ONE OF RELIEF.I walked in, they were late. I waited, they were still not there. I was taken into a room with four managers. That's a firing squad (no pun intended), or at the least, an intimidation factor. None of this got to me. My leather </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/5077501678596357628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/5077501678596357628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/09/losing-my-virgin-ity.html' title='Losing my Virgin-ity'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-3357167189348191261</id><published>2008-09-05T10:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:26:23.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Judgment Day!</title><summary type='text'>OOh, goody! Today's the day I get to find out whether Virgin keeps me or not. I got a phone call, jumped out of bed (since I thought it was a job offer) and was told to go in at 5.30. This manager gives off weird vibes just like the other one. Let's see what kind of act I have to put on today. It's getting harder and harder for me to realize that this is what's going on. The job reports are out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/3357167189348191261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/3357167189348191261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/09/judgment-day.html' title='Judgment Day!'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-6689353175455619603</id><published>2008-08-30T15:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T15:38:33.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading is NOT fundamental</title><summary type='text'>Well, leave it to a tense night and a stupid comment to get my ass in hot water. I've been SUSPENDED from Virgin for......no, not stealing....no, not taking merchandise....nope! didn't clean out the register into my pockets....I've been SUSPENDED FOR(drumroll)READING A BOOK AT THE REGISTER! TA DA!Yup, the manager who I can't get a "read" on decides to send me home. People have been getting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/6689353175455619603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/6689353175455619603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/08/reading-is-not-fundamental.html' title='Reading is NOT fundamental'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-1607256888053301680</id><published>2008-08-15T03:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T03:40:31.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic Box-Jumping Results</title><summary type='text'>Well, this isn't one of my cats, but I can't get a camera quick enough to capture Kashi leaping across my desk onto Roxlander's giant box of eBay-able vinyl. Or as the tourists in Virgin might say, "Vehhneeel." Yes, she's inspired, most likely by the gymnastic coverage that's been on. I'm addicted to beam and bars, as I was when I was a gymnast all those years ago (1981-83.) Damn growth spurt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/1607256888053301680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/1607256888053301680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympic-box-jumping-results.html' title='Olympic Box-Jumping Results'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-857987600867412542</id><published>2008-07-26T00:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:18:22.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And now for something completely different....</title><summary type='text'>Ahhh...Saturday, my day off. I likey! Did anyone think I'd leave all that up here to drag and drag?Puhhhlease. I still know who I am! Some reminders....Enjoy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/857987600867412542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/857987600867412542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-now-for-something-completely.html' title='And now for something completely different....'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-7006085384394980614</id><published>2008-07-12T14:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T15:06:22.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratefulness, Deliverance, Protection</title><summary type='text'>Well, she always comes to me when I need it. My dreams have been so prophetic since the beginning of this month. Today I'm going to the beach since I haven't been near her in a long time. Nice letter, too, by the way. I know you're reading this. Waiting. Your time will come. Let's see who stands up for you. You call me every name you want. I've been called worse by better. I can't stand a sneak. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/7006085384394980614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/7006085384394980614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/07/gratefulness-deliverance-protection.html' title='Gratefulness, Deliverance, Protection'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-7961428238170009301</id><published>2008-07-04T11:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T12:11:39.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, when Meg checks in....</title><summary type='text'>That means I'm not blogging as much as I should be. I will now explain why. Virgin's got me on a blend of days and nights. This has taken a toll on my sleep schedule, therefore my fibromyalgia has kicked in again. Slightly elevated in terms of pain, not all-out crippled the way I was in 2006 and 2007. Mind you, I have been unable to find another part-time job given my possible eviction, so it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/7961428238170009301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/7961428238170009301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/07/well-when-meg-checks-in.html' title='Well, when Meg checks in....'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-5151189896927388334</id><published>2008-06-12T16:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T16:09:18.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Can Get Worse</title><summary type='text'>As my friend Bootsy says, it can get worse.I am facing possible eviction. I won't be blogging for a while. Roommate of no help. I am not supposed to save everyone.Part time sucks. Virgin will be out of business in NY as of 2009, we've been told.Just not inspired enough to blog. Mercury in retrograde. If this sounds like a MayDay call, it is.jesus christ...where is my life where has it gone</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/5151189896927388334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/5151189896927388334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-can-get-worse.html' title='It Can Get Worse'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-5788220642019333454</id><published>2008-05-30T11:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T12:08:12.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Salutes, Tributes, Smiles</title><summary type='text'>Well, it wouldn't be right if I don't commemorate a few people who've made a difference in my life. Harvey Korman's gone, dead at 81, and as Mel Brooks put it, "The world is a more serious place." I totally agree.This week is an anniversary of many deaths, people I loved, people I laughed with, people who understood me. The person, not the persona.Harvey, have a great time in heaven. You make me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/5788220642019333454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/5788220642019333454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/05/salutes-tributes-smiles.html' title='Salutes, Tributes, Smiles'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-7263002839577661345</id><published>2008-05-25T13:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T14:05:39.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Too Old and Too Expensive. Slow, too</title><summary type='text'>Well, now I shall speak of my firing (the third job in my life, ever) from SuperMac, a place I will never walk into again. And Girly Boy, the wimp who hired me, will have to deal with the consequences. Let's review. The head chef, really liked me. In fact, he was the one who recommended me. He was the one who got me the job, not the 27-28-29 year old "owner" who is afraid to say he's the owner </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/7263002839577661345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/7263002839577661345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-too-old-and-too-expensive-slow-too.html' title='I&apos;m Too Old and Too Expensive. Slow, too'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-762317247887369143</id><published>2008-05-21T01:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T01:28:16.127-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Name, Too</title><summary type='text'>A brain tumor. May is the month of Kennedys gone. I lost one of my jobs today, not that I liked it and will explain later, but also my father's death anniversary is coming up, and Teddy's got a brain tumor. Here, in its full glory, is the famous concession speech from August 12, 1980."[AUTHENTICITY CERTIFIED: Text version below transcribed directly from audio]Thanks very much, Barbara Mikulski, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/762317247887369143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/762317247887369143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-my-name-too.html' title='It&apos;s My Name, Too'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-179392616547570037</id><published>2008-05-13T21:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T21:47:16.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Calling this the "No Paycheck Yet" song</title><summary type='text'>A RuPaul classic, lost for 14 years now, finally unearthed on --what else--YouTube! Listen and you'll see how I feel. I'm sure Anime DJ, my newest coworker and manager, would agree! One of the people where I serve food is SUCH a woman about everything. (Interestingly, it's not me nor the gay man that I've bonded with. I'm such a hag...sue me.) Ballet and figure skating change your perspective, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/179392616547570037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/179392616547570037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-calling-this-no-paycheck-yet-song.html' title='I&apos;m Calling this the &quot;No Paycheck Yet&quot; song'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-4177616081509843802</id><published>2008-05-05T18:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:04:48.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Black Women are my Favorite!</title><summary type='text'>Ok, this has to be one of the funniest clips from Oxygen's "Bad Girl's Club." My roommate has me hooked on Tanisha, the chick from Brooklyn. This "remix" clip stems from the other bad girls not keeping quiet when Tanny's tryin' to sleep.I was ROLLING. Enjoy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/4177616081509843802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/4177616081509843802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/05/crazy-black-women-are-my-favorite.html' title='Crazy Black Women are my Favorite!'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-6774821403899727195</id><published>2008-04-28T13:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:44:49.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TeleVirgin SuperMac</title><summary type='text'>Yes, you read that correctly. I have not one, not two but THREE part time jobs.Virgin Megastore called me. Music, books, politics. That's so me it ain't funny.SuperMac is a Mac and Cheese catering place. My favorite dish and the one part of soul food I love the most. Plus the tips are phenomenal.And last, the one I don't like, the telelmarketing job. Of course, it's about the arts. I get to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/6774821403899727195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/6774821403899727195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/04/televirgin-supermac.html' title='TeleVirgin SuperMac'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-6603591495664402082</id><published>2008-04-20T12:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:12:01.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much to Say</title><summary type='text'>More great interviews, though. Ricky's, Starbucks, 2 agencies, Virgin Megastore, Working Families Party, SuperMac.For those of you reading this blog? Stay tuned, you might be getting a phone call very soon.None of the places America Works has sent me to led to anything. Typical. All they have is menial, minimum wage jobs for the "lesser-thans" that cling to welfare. I'm not one of them. Myself </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/6603591495664402082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/6603591495664402082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-much-to-say.html' title='Not Much to Say'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-4575724987561233343</id><published>2008-04-12T13:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T13:31:37.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Public (Non)Assistance</title><summary type='text'>Well, the middle class is officially dead. We are also officially in a recession. Don't let Bernanke fool you. The only things I can find are part-time, and I'm struggling. So, I got my benefits (purely a title by attrition) to the tune of $31.50 per week. Yup, PER WEEK. I can't pay my bills, can't find a job (although the interviews are coming fast and furious), and I am seeing the death of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/4575724987561233343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/4575724987561233343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/04/public-nonassistance.html' title='Public (Non)Assistance'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-8752396769139039915</id><published>2008-03-26T11:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T11:26:09.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi again</title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm back. Turned 36, found my Russian fotog Vlad (he gave me a pic of Gelsey for FREE), roomie's doing well, but our $ situation is not. I'm trying out NYC's emergency rent program and then if nothing happens, it's on the dole for me. NO pride at this point, it's all about survival. Since I've been running into people with masters and PhDs, it's not surprising that we're all struggling. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/8752396769139039915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/8752396769139039915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/03/hi-again.html' title='Hi again'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-8724469764860458848</id><published>2008-03-14T00:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T00:30:32.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Things I'm Known For</title><summary type='text'>Anyone who knows me realizes that 1) I love Christmas; and 2) I was raised with Italians up to the age of 9 in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn. Once upon a time it was THE Quintessential Italian Neighborhood. Now it's mostly Russian and Chinese, but I like to think of the Pasta/Pizza/Tony/Bakery days.What you might not know is that "The Godfather" was released in New York City on the same day I was born: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/8724469764860458848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/8724469764860458848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/03/two-things-im-known-for.html' title='Two Things I&apos;m Known For'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-1481266484070522051</id><published>2008-03-05T13:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T14:29:45.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dog Barks....at 1 am, 2 am, etc</title><summary type='text'>Yes, Animal Control has been called. Why?For the past TWO WEEKS the asshole who lives beneath me has been unable (if not unwilling) to keep his dog quiet. A barking dog in an apartment as small as mine equals1) the dog is stressed.2) the dog is not being taken out on a regular basis, hence the stress. 3) the dog is sick, hungry, or otherwise neglected.I watch Caesar Milan. DOGS NEED TO BE WALKED </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/1481266484070522051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/1481266484070522051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/03/dog-barksat-1-am-2-am-etc.html' title='A Dog Barks....at 1 am, 2 am, etc'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-8728322341017833251</id><published>2008-02-26T16:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T16:51:31.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my Favorite Stevie Wonder songs...</title><summary type='text'>Performed by my immortal skating beloved. This coverage comes from Russian tv (god, I love the internet) and it was from Cup of China. The announcer is stating (my translation is rough, but I do know some Russian) that he's the winner of Cup of China at the Grand Prix series and that he will be awarded a special prize known as "For the Love of Russia" later that year. Another interesting thing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/8728322341017833251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/8728322341017833251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-of-my-favorite-stevie-wonder-songs.html' title='One of my Favorite Stevie Wonder songs...'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-2421099589673265947</id><published>2008-02-22T10:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T10:19:37.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The View from My Window</title><summary type='text'>Well, that's what my snowy view looks like. That's Hughie, my superintendent, shoveling away so we all don't surf down the stairs.So, let's recap: in the last week, I managed to 1) find a part-time job; 2) find an ok iPod on eBay; and 3) get myself a roommate. Whether I spelled correctly or not, doesn't matter. I may actually have a long-term person helping me with my bills. The job situation is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/2421099589673265947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/2421099589673265947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/02/view-from-my-window.html' title='The View from My Window'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/R77kX0iEppI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bXLCEmqC4AY/s72-c/Feb22.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-5446890030115678623</id><published>2008-02-17T18:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T18:14:28.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't Know Who Lisa McPherson was...</title><summary type='text'>but now I do. I inadvertently came across her autopsy (!) photos while trying to find an article on Michael Baden, the famed medical examiner. What I read and saw about Scientology is so disturbing, that I had to write about it. It really, really upset me.Go to xenu.net and read for yourself. The other link I was directed to came from the current biographer of everyone's favorite couch jumper, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/5446890030115678623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/5446890030115678623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-didnt-know-who-lisa-mcpherson-was.html' title='I didn&apos;t Know Who Lisa McPherson was...'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-736810711305531225</id><published>2008-02-15T14:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T14:37:03.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Site of the day</title><summary type='text'>Special thanks to Mary to sending. Click on the purple "box" to contribute free food for an abused or abandoned animal. Corporate sponsors pick up the "money bags" portion of running the site. Click here for an easy and free way to help care for those in need at The Animal Rescue Site!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/736810711305531225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/736810711305531225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/02/site-of-day.html' title='Site of the day'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-2936460490435350579</id><published>2008-02-08T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T12:24:51.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><summary type='text'>It's a year for rats! That would be me. I'm a water rat...reminds me of a silly song Dad used to sing.FAT FAT you water RATGo get EATEN by A CATLOL Enjoy the info!Here's the skinny from Wikipedia...Being the first sign of the Chinese zodiacs, rats are leaders, pioneers and conquerors. They are charming, passionate, charismatic, practical and hardworking. Rat people are endowed with great </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/2936460490435350579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/2936460490435350579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-7043234892319062710</id><published>2008-02-02T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T11:08:43.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lullaby</title><summary type='text'>I love youtube.Here's a version of Brahm's Lullaby by Angele DuBeau and La Pieta with kittens from cuteoverload.com. Adorable! I have a copy of the St. Vincent de Paul check, and my account #'s on it, so my landlord fucked up, not me. So quick to blame they are. And they wonder why I broke out crying yesterday? My nerves are absolutely raw from this past year. I swear. I have no patience with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/7043234892319062710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/7043234892319062710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/02/lullaby.html' title='Lullaby'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-265235492899611441</id><published>2008-02-01T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T11:25:14.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frazzled Friday</title><summary type='text'>Since I do not care for Superbowls, I posted this as simply the greatest version of the Star Spangled Banner. Yes, even greater that Tina Turner, James Brown, half-time shows, and all that Janet Jackson boob mess from a few years back. Play this and tell me you're not proud to be American. It's that moving.In other news...Well, my landlord is telling me they never received a check from September,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/265235492899611441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/265235492899611441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/02/frazzled-friday.html' title='Frazzled Friday'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-1268768713072363634</id><published>2008-01-28T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T12:51:06.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Linings</title><summary type='text'>Whew. Glad that's over. No, this is not the costume he wore. But since I couldn't find any decent pics? I chose the one that started it all from January 2004. Sooo sparkly....Well? It was a tiebreaker. A TIEBREAKER. When does THAT happen? If a tiebreaker had happened in 1988, Brian Orser, and not Brian Boitano, would have been Olympic Champion. Yeesh...YOU explain this new scoring system! I don't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/1268768713072363634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/1268768713072363634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/01/silver-linings.html' title='Silver Linings'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-3105180428488000270</id><published>2008-01-26T10:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T11:02:08.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny Be Good!</title><summary type='text'>He's done it! My skater's edged out Lysacek from the top spot. Apparently, J heard someone say that he was a "disaster" last year, and that did it. This is looking good. Skating needs a rivalry and nothing's more exciting than seeing Nancy Kerrigan on icenetwork.com having to eat her words after she sat earlier this year and giggled while making fun of J's sexuality, of all things. That former </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/3105180428488000270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/3105180428488000270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/01/johnny-be-good.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;blue&quot;&gt;Johnny Be Good!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-7638103746583419780</id><published>2008-01-25T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T07:04:42.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, this is the only story I care about right now, so....Sigh.Another one. Brad Renfro last week, and now Heath. Who's gonna be the third actor? It's always in 3. What really hurts is that I used to walk down that block when I was still at His Name We Abuse. I know exactly where that loft is. Yikes.Ambien. He's not the only person who's had problems with that particular pill. Lately with what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/7638103746583419780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/7638103746583419780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-this-is-only-story-i-care-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-673019197405037500</id><published>2008-01-22T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T09:50:40.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillary vs. Obama</title><summary type='text'>No pics on this one. I'm a bit miffed at the useless squabbling. I think John Edwards won last night. He stuck to the issues, the answers and didn't try to swing any brass knuckles.The highlight of the night was Barack being asked if Bill Clinton was the "first black president", and his answer was priceless. CNN's playing highlights, so go ahead and find it.I'm getting over three hours of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/673019197405037500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/673019197405037500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/01/hillary-vs-obama.html' title='Hillary vs. Obama'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-9152688204869210882</id><published>2008-01-19T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T11:10:58.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the Comparison</title><summary type='text'>Well, it wouldn't be fair if I didn't show you the similarities between what I see in Johnny Weir and Toller Cranston if I didn't post back to back. This clip I chose came from EuroSport, which has fine British commentary rather than the silly pratter that passes for American media. If it ain't Dick Button or Scott Hamilton? I'M NOT LISTENING TO IT AND NEITHER SHOULD YOU.EuroSports's Torino 2006 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/9152688204869210882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/9152688204869210882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/01/heres-comparison.html' title='Here&apos;s the Comparison'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-7247816367944659010</id><published>2008-01-18T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T11:12:14.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Evil Has Its Limits!</title><summary type='text'>Well, current sources say that the former person who made my life a forked-tongue-two-face HELL from that place is leaving her post today. You know THAT PLACE? The one that used to be an ice rink on 33rd? Like a good (former) journalist, I will not reveal my sources. But the call came. And it made me happy. Today is the Forked-Tongue's LAST DAY.Now, you may ask why is there a really bad picture </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/7247816367944659010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/7247816367944659010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/01/even-evil-has-its-limits.html' title='Even Evil Has Its Limits!'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-4086796038559124139</id><published>2008-01-17T16:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T16:12:32.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Tragic, but Never a Clown</title><summary type='text'>I gush over this man. I can't help it--he's simply amazing. For those of you who've followed this blog, here is the performance I've raved about. This is Toller, the famous "peacock" costume that he claimed "never fell down" and perhaps his most signature piece that cemented his pro career. Toller identified with Pagliacci for his sadness, his wanting to believe that magic and hope could be saved</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/4086796038559124139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/4086796038559124139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/01/toller-cranston-vesti-la-giubba.html' title='Sometimes Tragic, but Never a Clown'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-16272598628507203</id><published>2008-01-16T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T08:32:56.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is The Dream still relevant?</title><summary type='text'>Well, here's something I found interesting. Tavis is one of my favorite hosts because of the number and range of guests he hosts on his show. As we know, caucuses are currently convening all around the country. And while I'm not completely endorsing a candidate right now, I am curious to see who shows up on which talk show, which media outlet and who snubs FOX news (a/k/a Faux News.)Today is the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/16272598628507203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/16272598628507203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/01/is-dream-still-relevant.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;brown&quot;&gt;Is The Dream still relevant?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-7085031679110510720</id><published>2008-01-15T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T10:57:20.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's Bubu!</title><summary type='text'>Yup, I'm helping out a friend. What does that mean? Dexter and Kashi are getting a new visitor next week. BuBu is Belasco's kitty, he's 12, and cannot live with her temporarily. Bel's had it with the crap in the Bronx and the commute's killing her, so she asked me--La Femme du Chats!--to take in Bu. Now here's where it gets interesting: Dexter's nickname is BOO, and this guy's name is BUBU, so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/7085031679110510720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/7085031679110510720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/01/heres-bubu.html' title='&lt;font color=&quot;purple&quot;&gt;Here&apos;s Bubu!&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/R4zXnyykYiI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IfTTqbvXVa4/s72-c/bubu72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608138.post-5748192024469137637</id><published>2008-01-14T05:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T05:58:34.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christopher Bowman March 30, 1967-January 10, 2008</title><summary type='text'>Well, The Showman has died at the tender age of 40. He admitted to drug abuse earlier (cocaine being the culprit), and what he could have been. He tried coaching, but didn't have the discipline. What he did have, in huge amounts, was natural talent that could have taken him to incredible heights. But how far can talent get you? There is, in the end, the acceptance of hard work: as a principle, a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/5748192024469137637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608138/posts/default/5748192024469137637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashiwena.blogspot.com/2008/01/christopher-bowman-1991-us-nationals-sp.html' title='Christopher Bowman March 30, 1967-January 10, 2008'/><author><name>Ides Childe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228516568110038943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SGDp2Nunqo/S-RxTI6yk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/VB1WARN3ZSQ/S220/gelsey+kirkland_dance_1975.png'/></author></entry></feed>
