tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84623089057643948312024-02-07T06:17:01.736+00:00The Cupboard DwellerJust Another Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14081978250820812650noreply@blogger.comBlogger286125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462308905764394831.post-30097172423350427672011-06-08T13:34:00.003+01:002011-06-08T13:51:21.588+01:00That's Just Cricket<div style="text-align: left;">I grew up sticking Giggs' face into my Premier League sticker book, and the revelation that he had a superinjunction on information about an affair was somewhat heartbreaking. Though I am a Chelsea fan through-and-through there's something about Giggs' spectacular fall from grace that dwarfs the injunction even of John Terry. Giggs was so well-loved and long-serving, he seemed like the least likely candidate for what has become a fair pedestrian occurrence of Footballers-Gone-Wild.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimXEu_o6wMv3IOc9AWEbGhvg72RS3u3mAbhBiizhct5BDjpkMu8Gurq3haBAQgFPZV_HsLiDADNKgkss1BTWH74O5ZsnwhyJRGUEFSPUwa-fPP2A0ubDtAhXmjM7Eu0Mwp76RlptsINA3C/s400/article-2000296-0C73F79C00000578-94_634x414.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615830379378726450" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sport/cricket/article-2000296/Matt-Prior-apologises-injured-woman-smashing-window.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Source</span></a></div><div>Yesterday, Matt Prior threw down his cricket bat in the England dressing room, upset over his performance on the field. It is a move of frustration I have witnessed in prep school pavilions a million times. Unfortunately the bat ricochet off other bats lying on the ground, bounced up and broke a window, showing shards of glass over spectators below. Prior, along with England captain, Andrew Strauss, apologised immediately in person to those affected.</div><div><br /></div><div>These are the heros of sport. Not for cricket the weeping confessions of a Tiger-Woods-style press conference. Not for cricket the hubris of covering frivolous infidelity with legal protection. Instead, just an immediate, humble, and gracious apology. The matter ends there.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is to be celebrate that there still exists in this country a community of sporting gentlemen. Not to be romanticised, the cliches about cricket, its players and its spectators, have a sense of veracity. It is still a place for civilized sportsmanship.</div>Just Another Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14081978250820812650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462308905764394831.post-50832458656992742622011-06-06T16:49:00.005+01:002011-06-06T17:22:10.873+01:00If Man Must Whistle, 'Sluts' Must WalkAbout a week ago, walking back from dinner at a friends house ten minutes away from my own, two guys, hoods up, sauntering down the street on bikes took to wolf-whistling me as I passed. It was a threat, NOT a compliment. At 5ft2.5 (yes, the half inch is vital) and weighing a slight 7st2, walking alone at 11.30pm down a quiet street, it scared me. I was not dressed provocatively, but I hope 'nicely' and 'stylishly' (of course)! This one act made me feel vulnerable. Was it my fault for being female and apparently attractive? No. It was theirs.<br /><br />THAT IS THE POINT OF SLUTWALK as I see it. This is not "belittling rape" as Brendan O'Neill's article suggested, with the frankly revoltingly crass title of '<a href="http://blogs.telegraph.co.uk/news/brendanoneill2/100090776/these-are-the-most-anti-social-sluts-on-earth/">These are the most anti-social sluts on earth</a>'. Excuse us, Mr O'Neill for wanting to feel safe in the streets. Excuse us for feeling threatened when we attract the advances of men while we mind our own business walking home.<br /><br />My example is tame and represents the tip of the iceberg of the casual approach to what would be considered sexual harassment in any formal setting. In a civilized society, is it too much to ask that the male gender behave respectfully towards women they find attractive? Must we stay quiet and tolerate this, frankly, atavistic approach to gender relations that shows no respect for the woman involved? It is not far from the chest-beating and leg-cocking of those beasts whom man banishes to the cage for their inability to behave as humans see fit. <div><br /></div><div>I also loathe the suggestions that this desire for slut-blaming to end means that we must be prudes who hate sex, men, and that this is all down to PMS or some other ovary-induce ridiculousness. This approach is horrifyingly Victorian and has no place in 21st century gender discourse.</div><div><br /></div><div>What's more, Mr O'Neill seems to have missed the glaringly rational point that 'context is king'. Flirting in a bar, or being provocative in a club is not the same as blaming a 'sluttish' woman for her rapists crime. There seem to me to be obvious boundaries in this discussion of what's appropriate. I'm sure Mr O'Neill knows as well as anyone when it is appropriate to 'come on' to someone, and yet, for finding that same bahaviour unacceptable at times when we feel vulnerable (eg, walking at night etc) we must be 'antisocial sluts'.<br /><br />If I am a slut, Mr O'Neill for expecting more from 'civilized' man, then you are an ignoramus for not setting higher standards for your gender.</div>Just Another Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14081978250820812650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462308905764394831.post-80706899549100295372011-06-02T20:01:00.006+01:002011-06-02T20:44:23.622+01:00Standards of Higher Education, Grasping my 4-Hour-Old M.A.<div style="text-align: left;">Today I found out that I got a 2.1 in my English Literature degree from Edinburgh University. A respectable grade for a very respectable degree at a decreasingly respected institution.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXueL4eowADWmo8Wn2aCGS7XXNoj7N5y5zU7OhYchtvBYYgSBT92kHa6Zkku0m-zFdLpPe_N6ik9cJzJfx52ckListhRME_54GlntPtOS7PmmJPkIvlRUgJrKsZ0ARdmEAyTpYiAZ7AWPS/s400/bi9ek.jpeg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613710337209251666" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >My Bookshelf: Proof That I'm Extremely Well Read </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I have just read (Oxford grad) Daniel Knowles' <a href="http://blogs.telegraph.co.uk/news/danielknowles/100090395/abolish-oxbridge-you-stupid-boy/">response</a> to an article written by (Oxford grad) <a href="http://www.labourlist.org/abolish-oxbridge">Owen Jones</a> and wanted to response in (non-Oxford grad) kind. First, to directly address some of Jones' points.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">So, 'normal' people don't want to mix with the wealthy and privileged? If this were reversed, the world would weep. I faced some extremely insulting displays of reverse-snobbism in my seminars, and it always crossed my mind: If I mocked your accent back, I'd be asked to leave this school quicker than you could say 'Rah'.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">It also seems absurd to suggest that Oxbridge admissions are unable to tell the difference between the genuinely bright and those who had only "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; ">benefited from tens of thousands of pounds of resources thrown at them all their lives". Have they not been doing this a long time? It is not in their interests to admit only the truly worthy? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">To suggest, even in passing, that Oxbridge ought to be brought down to a level on par with other institutions of higher education, fills me with despair on a day spent grappling with UK higher education. It exactly contradicts what I have thought for four long years, slogging away at this degree: If only ALL universities were more like Oxbridge. It shouldn't be this easy. The reason everyone in my class, excepting a handful of die-hards, walked away today with a 2.1 is that we are just not pushed. There's not enough of a threat of failure, not enough time spent in a classroom </span><span class="Apple-style-span">(although, those as neurotic as yours truly will not struggle to make up for the former)</span><span class="Apple-style-span">. Call me Queen of the Nerds, but I wanted to work more, and harder. What was the point of all of that time and money otherwise?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Essays were so sporadic that any hope of improvement on style and technic could only be implemented too late. Students outside the Oxbridge nirvana are not taught good essay practice, strong argument construction, or even to construct an accurate bibliography. I came into my own during tutorials, always eager to debate ideas with my classmate, who were always either too hungover, or disinterested, to rebut. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">I realise that in writing this I am painting a picture of myself as an overeager 'brown-noser' but my point is this, and this alone: ALL universities ought to strive to be MORE like Oxbridge. Their hallowed halls still echo with the voices of the best and the brightest in the world. The education system needs fixing, the recent <a href="http://www.thebookseller.com/news/three-10-households-do-not-contain-book.html">survey</a> on books in the home proves that complacency towards academic betterment begins much earlier than Jones' seems to think. The is much to be done. However, to blame the standards set by Oxbridge is just... madness! </span><span class="Apple-style-span">Anyone suggesting that these institutions ought to be diluted, to be made to suit the shamefully low standards of the Everystudent, has got to be making a play for satire. The standards of university ought to be raised to match Oxbridge, or else higher education in this country will be brought to its knees.</span></span></div>Just Another Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14081978250820812650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462308905764394831.post-77222470265085388202011-05-01T21:08:00.003+01:002011-05-01T21:11:17.340+01:00The Royal Wedding in 5 mins...<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">This <a href="http://www.time.com/time/video/player/0,32068,924490412001_2068608,00.html">Time</a> video doesn't actually show the ceremony, which was arguably the most wonderful part of the day, although it DOES show the kisses, which... Well, they were a close second. Kate's nerd giggle and Will's blushing cheeks are just too adorable. One thing is for sure -- we LOVE our new Princess here in the UK!</span></span></div><div><br /></div><object id="flashObj" width="420" height="236" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0"><param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9?isVid=1"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="flashVars" value="videoId=924490412001&linkBaseURL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.time.com%2Ftime%2Fvideo%2Fplayer%2F0%2C32068%2C924490412001_2068608%2C00.html&playerID=42806370001&playerKey=AQ~~,AAAAABGEUMg~,hNlIXLTZFZk45NBFzfXjH_fcV1fGMncy&domain=embed&dynamicStreaming=true"><param name="base" value="http://admin.brightcove.com"><param name="seamlesstabbing" value="false"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="swLiveConnect" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9?isVid=1" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=924490412001&linkBaseURL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.time.com%2Ftime%2Fvideo%2Fplayer%2F0%2C32068%2C924490412001_2068608%2C00.html&playerID=42806370001&playerKey=AQ~~,AAAAABGEUMg~,hNlIXLTZFZk45NBFzfXjH_fcV1fGMncy&domain=embed&dynamicStreaming=true" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="420" height="236" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" swliveconnect="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"></embed></object>Just Another Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14081978250820812650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462308905764394831.post-87117491055763041512011-04-04T11:20:00.002+01:002011-04-04T11:22:33.821+01:00Two Videos<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="446" height="326"></object></div><!--copy and paste--><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="300" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3sDPSSmhUws" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Just Another Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14081978250820812650noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462308905764394831.post-11893380178687199432011-04-01T09:42:00.002+01:002011-04-01T09:53:36.928+01:00Under The Tuscan Sun?<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I'm currently trying to work out if I can afford to go and lie somewhere hot post-graduation, but in a dream world, in 43 days I'll be wearing <a href="http://www.anthropologie.eu/swimwear/plunging-halter-maillot/invt/7142429152540/&bklist=icat,5,shop,clothes,shopbyclothes,swimwear&colour=Orange&bklist=icat,5,shop,clothes,shopbyclothes,swimwear">this</a> and lying under the Tuscan sun! Isn't it the most glamourous thing you've ever seen? Love. I'll take one in each colour... Just as soon as I've won the lottery!</span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjgZjMcAJgIXAXnyhjyxMJeMyoBMtPSH_Bz0nTNn5rH3KdEsgujoFh3xkI7zzf4pXzhynw1nXePZ3EC8uUAmS2aWczt14PZ4G13f_VpIbrWBXM33mZIWmUp7Th-WrEWQVmBU2nrIZWQ14x/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590533662635032450" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuK_QpXVrN1ne-ajOgVie6t3GYywRAc6dgsZZjZvoxNzxz5uf-QGN1SeAZiJi7eIxcZbKXxDccUH4T4FfqVWf08O_VOfV_s2YrfymmT0ne_L3ahUpLYkXKQUmFswmjWM2zQm589v5X1Aln/s400/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590533663813850274" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7s7-zBqEgxTPqBw0ze5MOx7_YpBCopy_DGivEYJsowGCDaFCAdS0jS7-hURZyS1JBFDHXxhci43Ne3r765_ciaWJ5MHszmsHYMPdKSlZvWgMQLcQ47OMIBtx1NAGi5KH6qNVbnB-5Nefy/s1600/Picture+6.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7s7-zBqEgxTPqBw0ze5MOx7_YpBCopy_DGivEYJsowGCDaFCAdS0jS7-hURZyS1JBFDHXxhci43Ne3r765_ciaWJ5MHszmsHYMPdKSlZvWgMQLcQ47OMIBtx1NAGi5KH6qNVbnB-5Nefy/s400/Picture+6.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590533678645108034" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiRjbfj5PWaiuEfsoPe7KpccUL1JJ5xS6lxA_HD9-ySfH_AmNfS-LaeRcE3Mm-o7g1fRqBijeFd1hRNa9PWYu2siWbp2WOuqg08DQ7hNndLcPqIgRGZm4ZUMOK0LwSKgVetdnsbFvrB0xs/s1600/Picture+5.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiRjbfj5PWaiuEfsoPe7KpccUL1JJ5xS6lxA_HD9-ySfH_AmNfS-LaeRcE3Mm-o7g1fRqBijeFd1hRNa9PWYu2siWbp2WOuqg08DQ7hNndLcPqIgRGZm4ZUMOK0LwSKgVetdnsbFvrB0xs/s400/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590533671721175426" /></a>Just Another Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14081978250820812650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462308905764394831.post-45125636435579326762011-03-30T10:50:00.005+01:002011-03-30T11:01:31.107+01:00Tooting My Trumpet, Again...<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I know, I shouldn't brag, but I'm so excited about this -- I was snapped again! Amazingly, I was just heading home after handing in my dissertation! So that look of exhaustion mixed with a two-week-long cold, chest and ear infection is ALSO mixed with jubilance! I'm looking pretty scruffy, especially since my jeans are splattered with nail polish, and not in a cool, intentional way... Still, I'm wearing one of my most favourite pieces, my Ralph Lauren cashmere cape. It's the most glorious, cosy thing -- the fashion equivalent of wearing a blanket in public!</span></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-FqaPGGD8-RG_7iopULFOXqY6JyjTJHOtSCTfYZzh5UosoIatAzmTT3zPBRnFC_YvW8x8PzfU-rvnKjiPb1g25S7m1aZO5-3CxMHWjGTHyU7rmZFlYG9r_9h7oof6n5tEqokTFJBhu8SO/s400/IMG_7075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589809139504037650" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">This second picture is from another day -- I've been collecting vintage, and high street, gold jewellery for a few months now, trawling ebay and ASOS and such for unique pieces. I absolutely love wearing tons of gold jewelry to give an outfit an edge. Like a madpie, I luuuuuurve things that sparkle!<br /></span></span><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8YG-gvs9QLDGKts-1T3QzKEczu4faSDkNz_SbfThCH3BwaIcOi3vGTgOjFx1-LESMxWAY0JEi11T7w99QC918_RkVR8Qg7MknBgmc70nmzA53V_efpJdDfx4fc3wwFZUr5YdoOYzelmps/s400/IMG_6799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589810009478427298" /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://offthegridphoto.blogspot.com/2011/03/edinburgh-29th-march.html">offthegrid</a></div></div>Just Another Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14081978250820812650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462308905764394831.post-61465705544754068942011-03-25T23:10:00.003+00:002011-03-25T23:13:14.486+00:00This is the best thing I've seen in ages...<iframe src='http://www.nowness.com/media/embedvideo?itemid=1382&issueid=1478' width='425px' height='239px' frameborder='0'></iframe><p><a href="http://www.nowness.com/day/2011/3/23/1382/advanced-style-age-and-beauty">Advanced Style: Age and Beauty</a> on <a href="http://www.nowness.com">Nowness.com</a>.</p>Just Another Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14081978250820812650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462308905764394831.post-56381021750536499752011-03-20T10:51:00.002+00:002011-03-20T10:58:23.981+00:00My First Street Style Shot!<div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt; font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This is so exciting! Sadly, I look a touch manic - taking a coffee break after hours and hours in the library! But - yay! Dream realized! Thank you to Louisa, Edinburgh's own street style snapper! (<a href="http://offthegridphoto.blogspot.com/">link</a>) </span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA4j8e5vdSYI9oV-SeUF4_yz453FWyyqhSiA3hwzsh4BtmALtNQbKBjvyAb2yOBfH7EXfaDh0NAgxWv3mwKWVDMlH4PDvirqTmvfWAOztUJVKrqDjhqAAkTajMt4f8ikEafInx0TmeLwgU/s1600/IMG_6998.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA4j8e5vdSYI9oV-SeUF4_yz453FWyyqhSiA3hwzsh4BtmALtNQbKBjvyAb2yOBfH7EXfaDh0NAgxWv3mwKWVDMlH4PDvirqTmvfWAOztUJVKrqDjhqAAkTajMt4f8ikEafInx0TmeLwgU/s400/IMG_6998.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586113384555205810" /></a>Just Another Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14081978250820812650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462308905764394831.post-63067231126307520292011-02-21T13:16:00.003+00:002011-02-21T13:20:07.647+00:00It's been a while...<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This is going to be an absolute must-see for us street-style addicts. What a a trailblazer!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NYqiLJBXbss" frameborder="0"></iframe></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Just Another Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14081978250820812650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462308905764394831.post-47928273339130387782011-02-13T12:33:00.004+00:002011-02-13T12:42:33.553+00:00World Book Night!<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I was selected as a Giver for </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://www.worldbooknight.org/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">World Book Night</span></span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> (the highlight of my year so far) and was devastated to see this article in the Guardian - ‘</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/feb/10/world-book-night-branded-misguided-misjudged"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">World Book Night branded ‘misguided and misjudged</span></span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">’ – quoting independent book shop owners complaining that it will be damaging to their trade. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Well, firstly, they seem to have missed the point of World Book Night. The biggest give away of free books ever attempted is surely exactly the event where, overheads be damned, a million people will celebrate the joy of reading, the glory of the written word and the, frankly, VITAL practice of friends, family and </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://www.moo.com/is/rc/300/2288/1505/56/452/99bac55a-24ec-558545ee-49940d5d-c4ac.jpeg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">strangers</span></span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> sharing and recommending books! <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Secondly, if these booksellers could draw themselves away from spitting at Kindle users on public transport long enough, they would realise that there is huge potential here to harness a whole new wave of book-buyers. Someone gives you a free copy of </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The Blind Assassin </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">by Margret Atwood, and your eyes are opened to the genius of Atwood’s writing. So, naturally, you go along to your local bookstore and ask for another Atwood recommendation. This seems like such a blindingly obvious scenario, and one to be HUGELY CELEBRATED, that it is heartbreaking to me that these noble booksellers are taking such a mercenary and uninspired view of the event.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The absolutely amazing </span></span><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Jamie Byng (who is an Edinburgh University English Lit alumni, I believe) who bought out Canongate in his mid-20s (!) and is the man responsible for publishing “</span></span></span><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/finance/newsbysector/mediatechnologyandtelecoms/media/4228396/Barack-Obamas-publisher-Wild-child-Jamie-Byng.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">two obscure books written by a little-known Chicago lawyer named Barack Obama</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">” (God, Byng makes my heart all nutty and excited) and has now initiated this wonderful event. Defending World Book Night, he says:<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"The key thing surely is to embrace the possibilities that it offers, which are enormous and forward-looking, rather than cynically dismiss the idea before it becomes a reality."<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Yes, Mr Byng. Oh, and will you marry me, please?<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The content of my box of free books with be Seamus Heaney’s </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">New Selected Poems</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">, and as I feel that I’m running out of overzealous adjectives, it will suffice to say that this collection of poems has given me hours and hours of joy, and I am thrilled to have an opportunity to share that joy with others. It is my fervent wish that, out of my 48 books, one will surprise and delight the reader enough to begin a lifelong love affair with poetry.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I guess we’ll have to wait and see…<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><!--StartFragment--></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Calibri;"><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Mossbawn: Two Poems in Dedication by Seamus Heaney</span></span></span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">1. Sunlight</span></span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">There was a sunlit absence.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The helmeted pump in the yard<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">heated its iron,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">water honeyed<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">in the slung bucket<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">and the sun stood<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">like a griddle cooling<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">against the wall<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">of each long afternoon.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">So, her hands scuffled<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">over the bakeboard,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">the reddening stove<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">sent its plaque of heat<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">against her where she stood<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">in a floury apron<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">by the window.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Now she dusts the board<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">with a goose's wing,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">now sits, broad-lapped,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">with whitened nails<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">and measling shins:<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">here is a space<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">again, the scone rising<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">to the tick of two clocks.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">And here is love<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">like a tinsmith's scoop<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">sunk past its gleam<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">in the meal-bin.</span></span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;color:black;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span><p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span><p></p> <!--EndFragment-->Just Another Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14081978250820812650noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462308905764394831.post-50419616682696163512011-02-11T16:13:00.004+00:002011-02-11T16:54:48.445+00:00A Seriously Budget Bouquet<div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi- font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:Georgia;font-size:14.0pt;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></p><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi- font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:Georgia;font-size:14.0pt;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi- font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:Georgia;font-size:14.0pt;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></p><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi- font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:Georgia;font-size:14.0pt;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Things you'll need: </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium; ">Flowers from the Tesco bargain bin (these were £1.79), </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium; ">an empty 2l bottle of Evian & </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium; ">a short piece of ribbon</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqp0smqQFidhb9FZlx2fY551zUixyZMv-uDPxjhae6JeDeeSFibQLqdlo_bYS9deuWgcYsBhKxs7u8Cy_Yi_V-jnmsmcNkTZSrUkE0n8h1tnFU0lpn-nplHfczXrMVbxeFGNxCMJqfUN0E/s400/SDC10043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572466530466128802" />I am totally broke at the moment, but I am also trying to make my desk a calm and comfortable place to work. This morning in Tesco I found these gorgeous flowers for only £1.79! I came home and realised that our little rental flat didn't come with any vases, so I cut an empty Evian bottle in half with a kitchen knife (beware of cutting yourself, obviously) and tied a piece of ribbon around the middle! The result is not too shabby, considering it hardly cost me anything!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium; "> </span></p></span><p></p></span><p></p></div>Just Another Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14081978250820812650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462308905764394831.post-89041845045398927382011-01-19T19:58:00.005+00:002011-01-19T22:38:10.240+00:00It's Spring, OK!<div style="text-align: center;"><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I decided this weekend that it is spring. I am sick of winter and winter has made me sick (but I’m taking Vitamin D – sunshine tablets, so I’m all good) and as a result, I am declaring it Spring already. I know, it’s still January, but if you guys just play along, perhaps Ma Nature will do the same…. Are you with me?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Here are some pictures from the archives to get you in a Springy mood…<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsmMTZowXRMrJls7jh_QidtAgxvwh0DVlAI9IcHB3ma5O7g5Q3cYS22-e4tdBU6UNoi_0VpMWouw4RKaku9_DEPaBXpFSTGJPqa-c9cJXX9iUN-JwFkHi2XtvqNx_Vx6hng4oNppvMLOrw/s1600/5358640484_f29de8eeb2_o.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsmMTZowXRMrJls7jh_QidtAgxvwh0DVlAI9IcHB3ma5O7g5Q3cYS22-e4tdBU6UNoi_0VpMWouw4RKaku9_DEPaBXpFSTGJPqa-c9cJXX9iUN-JwFkHi2XtvqNx_Vx6hng4oNppvMLOrw/s400/5358640484_f29de8eeb2_o.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564029585725206546" /></a></div><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoC56ew8326etuyBBektCDuHC4fJr9ge6xIQNsNwgHxx6AUvt3ovbbnK_ffOhtY8dpWFF0uvNoAY6RLDbS7jQzofhGWLJ5-zokDv0VRhZPc3vtnkovxGsOjeueOtHAERPErGZBs-w6IlyD/s400/114.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563990580892131618" /></a>Just Another Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14081978250820812650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462308905764394831.post-39882972944046407842011-01-04T13:20:00.001+00:002011-01-04T13:27:10.743+00:00Sleep is Good!<div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I know, I know… Another TED talk. But I am someone who has suffered from insomnia on and off since I was 15 years old. Arianna Huffington is absolutely right. Sleep is everything. I have recently been put on Melatonin which is helping, I think! I recommend sleep to cure almost everything. So… Yay, for TED, once again!</span></span></p></div><object width="446" height="326"><param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"></param> <param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/AriannaHuffington_2010W-medium.flv&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/AriannaHuffington-2010W.embed_thumbnail.jpg&vw=432&vh=240&ap=0&ti=1044&introDuration=15330&adDuration=4000&postAdDuration=830&adKeys=talk=arianna_huffington_how_to_succeed_get_more_sleep;year=2010;theme=ted_in_3_minutes;theme=new_on_ted_com;theme=how_the_mind_works;theme=celebrating_tedwomen;event=TEDWomen;&preAdTag=tconf.ted/embed;tile=1;sz=512x288;"><embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="446" height="326" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/AriannaHuffington_2010W-medium.flv&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/AriannaHuffington-2010W.embed_thumbnail.jpg&vw=432&vh=240&ap=0&ti=1044&introDuration=15330&adDuration=4000&postAdDuration=830&adKeys=talk=arianna_huffington_how_to_succeed_get_more_sleep;year=2010;theme=ted_in_3_minutes;theme=new_on_ted_com;theme=how_the_mind_works;theme=celebrating_tedwomen;event=TEDWomen;"></embed></object>Just Another Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14081978250820812650noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462308905764394831.post-78219807584920840302011-01-04T11:12:00.003+00:002011-01-04T11:23:52.196+00:00What a Way to Start the Year!<div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Calibri;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Calibri;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Dear Reader(s), another unforgivably long absence in the face of unrelenting Christmas merriment. And here we are, a new year and a new start for all of us. I can think of no better way to begin 2011 than with the most painfully glamorous video/collection/people you could possibly imagine gathering in one room. It is, of course, Tom Ford’s first collection. Enjoy, and may this year bring you glamour and excitement in many forms! -- Just Another Blogger xo</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><object width="450" height="278"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/REijWgtUwuQ?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/REijWgtUwuQ?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="278"></embed></object></span></span></p></div>Just Another Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14081978250820812650noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462308905764394831.post-88857726282505520842010-12-24T10:45:00.002+00:002010-12-24T10:55:18.611+00:00More Important Stuff from TED<div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I know I have been posting a lot of TED stuff lately, but the TEDWomen conference was so full of extraordinary, inspiring and visionary women, that it seems important to keep spreading their words around the world. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span><object width="446" height="326"><param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"> <param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/SherylSandberg_2010W-medium.flv&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/SherylSandberg-2010W.embed_thumbnail.jpg&vw=432&vh=240&ap=0&ti=1040&introDuration=15330&adDuration=4000&postAdDuration=830&adKeys=talk=sheryl_sandberg_why_we_have_too_few_women_leaders;year=2010;theme=celebrating_tedwomen;theme=not_business_as_usual;theme=new_on_ted_com;event=TEDWomen;&preAdTag=tconf.ted/embed;tile=1;sz=512x288;"><embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="446" height="326" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/SherylSandberg_2010W-medium.flv&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/SherylSandberg-2010W.embed_thumbnail.jpg&vw=432&vh=240&ap=0&ti=1040&introDuration=15330&adDuration=4000&postAdDuration=830&adKeys=talk=sheryl_sandberg_why_we_have_too_few_women_leaders;year=2010;theme=celebrating_tedwomen;theme=not_business_as_usual;theme=new_on_ted_com;event=TEDWomen;"></embed></object></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This talk is particularly significant to me, as I look to making my first steps into the working world. I am particularly struck by the data pertaining to the likability of successful women and men. I hope to be one of the women who, in whatever small way, helps to right this inequality – it seems crazy that we still have so far to go. Our minds haven’t caught up with our legislation yet. Equality still eludes us in fundamental ways.</span></span></p></div>Just Another Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14081978250820812650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462308905764394831.post-26221050514439367292010-12-20T12:16:00.005+00:002010-12-20T12:21:43.836+00:00Will Men and Women Be Warring Forever?<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Calibri;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I am writing this while watching Hanna Rosin declare the end of the male gender. Women are getting more degrees, more PHDs, more jobs…<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">What I’m about to write it going to be very unpopular, but it is an observation, not a fact. Just an opinion, not an official ruling.</span></span></p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><object width="300" height="193"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ZymFMmpOa0?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ZymFMmpOa0?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="193"></embed></object></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">From </span><a href="http://jezebel.com/5715043/hanna-rosin-declares-men-over?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+jezebel%2Ffull+%28Jezebel%29&utm_content=Google+Reader"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Jezebel</span></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><a href="http://jezebel.com/5715043/hanna-rosin-declares-men-over?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+jezebel%2Ffull+%28Jezebel%29&utm_content=Google+Reader"></a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I genuinely believe that my female friends are much, MUCH more employable than my male friends. Obviously there are exceptions, some of the most phenomenally smart and qualified people I know are male, but in general, the women are much more hireable.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Calibri;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Don’t ask me why, but the women I know have undertaken more, and more impressive, work experience, have travelled, have leadership skills from taking part in groups and activities since they were young. Most of the guys I know have one hobby only: sports. Football, Formula 1, or whatever, they spend their extra time playing it, watching it, and in the pub they talk about it.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">They are less developed. At 21 and 22, their humour is still largely racist and sexist, they are closed-minded about interests that would make them seem less masculine, and their level of sensitivity is shocking low.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Hanna Rosin’s outlook seems extremely bleak to me. It assumes that there must ALWAYS be one dominant gender, which was never the goal of the feminist movement. EQUAL rights is what women fought for, and what we still fight for to this day; righting the millennia old bias towards men. But that is not to say that we want to take everything they had for ourselves.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I am merely picking out one point she has made about the education, emotional intelligence and employability of men leaving higher education, which is exactly the point that I am at today.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">In a few months time (with a lot of hard work and a few exams) I will graduate from one of the best universities in the UK. It is my observation that while most of my male friends could talk extensively about the upcoming transfer window, or the season-wide performance of the Red Bull team, or the porn that they have recently watched online, their skills as employees are far below those of the women around them.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So, there it is. I have no doubt that as they age and mature, their interests will broaden and their outlook will adjust to be more tolerant, but in the meantime, the women are stronger candidates.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span><p></p> <!--EndFragment-->Just Another Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14081978250820812650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462308905764394831.post-25722825953502047842010-12-12T12:37:00.004+00:002010-12-12T13:47:39.231+00:00Inspiring and Heart-Breaking...<!--copy and paste--><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">This <a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/tony_porter_a_call_to_men.html?awesm=on.ted.com_8lBg&utm_content=awesm-site&utm_medium=on.ted.com-copypaste&utm_source=direct-on.ted.com">TED</a> talking is something that absolutely everyone - mothers, fathers, grandparent, teachers and leaders - even outside of the extreme circumstances that Tony Porter experienced as a teenager, there is so much truth in the 'Man Box' idea. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">When my mother died, my father worked incredibly hard to ensure that my two brothers and I could express our feelings openly and without judgement. ALl the while, trying to remain strong for us as he grieved. But we were children. When my father died a few years later we were teenagers, and my brothers both struggled with showing their emotions. My little brother, only 10 years old, was so embarrassed to have been seen crying by his friends that he initially refused to return to school. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:medium;">It broke my heart. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:medium;">I never felt stifled in that way. And to be unable to grieve openly when something like that happens... Well, it would destroy the best of men. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:medium;">The work that Tony Porter is doing is vital to us all. As he says, "My liberation as a man is tied to your liberation as a woman".</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><!--copy and paste--><object width="446" height="326"><param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"> <param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/TonyPorter_2010W-medium.mp4&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/TonyPorter_2010W-embed_thumbnail.jpg&vw=432&vh=240&ap=0&ti=1031&introDuration=15330&adDuration=4000&postAdDuration=830&adKeys=talk=tony_porter_a_call_to_men;year=2010;theme=new_on_ted_com;theme=celebrating_tedwomen;theme=master_storytellers;event=TEDWomen;&preAdTag=tconf.ted/embed;tile=1;sz=512x288;"><embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="446" height="326" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/TonyPorter_2010W-medium.mp4&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/TonyPorter_2010W-embed_thumbnail.jpg&vw=432&vh=240&ap=0&ti=1031&introDuration=15330&adDuration=4000&postAdDuration=830&adKeys=talk=tony_porter_a_call_to_men;year=2010;theme=new_on_ted_com;theme=celebrating_tedwomen;theme=master_storytellers;event=TEDWomen;"></embed></object></div>Just Another Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14081978250820812650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462308905764394831.post-81795594288606011482010-12-07T14:51:00.002+00:002010-12-07T14:52:47.931+00:00Hotties and Hilarity<object width="350" height="221"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MyGJXLxtVEo?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MyGJXLxtVEo?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="221"></embed></object>Just Another Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14081978250820812650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462308905764394831.post-62007582463391638992010-12-05T14:26:00.006+00:002010-12-05T14:37:22.212+00:00Under-The-Shirt Politics...<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I have always looked on Victoria’s Secret ads with a totally puzzled and fairly disgusted eye. Their catalogues are famous the world over as more likely to be found covered with not-mysterious stains under a teenage boy’s bed than with pages hopefully turned down on the average woman’s kitchen table. ‘Victoria Secret model’ is synonymous with ‘Most Beautiful Women in the World’ airbrushed to a whole new level of terrifying perfection. ‘Angel’ is a laughable and insulting term for these bra-and-panties clad gym-and-salad gorging semi-humans. In a sense, however, it didn’t matter. It is an American institution; it is the American way. It was across the pond and avoidable. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><object width="300" height="193"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yRyZ-W4QlmQ?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yRyZ-W4QlmQ?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="193"></embed></object></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">But now, like all things, the inevitable American influence has washed up on our shores in the form of La Senza’s Cup-Sized Choir. Seriously, who are they trying to sell to? Boyfriends and husbands? Not only appealing to the lowest-common-denominator of the male gender, but also a slap-in-the-face Christmas gift. ‘Honey, I saw boobs on TV and thought buying the product for you would make you more desirable…’. Well Merry Fucking Christmas to you too! Why don’t I book you in for a penis enlargement?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><object width="300" height="193"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5wNafq4v-E?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5wNafq4v-E?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="193"></embed></object></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Why is women’s underwear advertised this way? In our lifetimes, probably 90% of our underwear ownership is about comfort, support and fit. About US! 10% is about looking hot for some luck guy. If we put the power of purchase in the hands of men, what is left? We’ll all be walking around with scraps of fabric up our asses and nipple tassels under our work shirts…<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">There is a whole other post to be written about the fact that there is only </span><a href="http://www.bravissimo.com/default.aspx"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">one store</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> in the UK that sells bras made in real sizes. Any woman who has been measured by a professional knows that hardly anyone is actually a 34B. For now, though, I ask you, WHY WHY WHY is our underwear being sold to us via men? Why is the sexy 10% of our underwear needs the only part being pitched to us?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">In closing, I should make it abundantly clear that I absolutely love wearing hot underwear, the objects themselves are not anti-feminist, but I don’t see how these ads can be taken any other way…</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Just Another Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14081978250820812650noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462308905764394831.post-46136506377204241742010-12-05T12:35:00.006+00:002010-12-05T13:10:16.895+00:00Gobbets for a Little Girl<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Over a year ago I blogged about </span><a href="http://rulesformyunbornson.tumblr.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">‘1001 Rules for My Unborn Son’</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">, a wonderful blog started by an expectant father. It crossed my mind then and again recently that a similar thing ought to be written to an unborn daughter. As someone whose parents didn’t get the chance to impart their wisdom, I often wonder what they would have taught me. They both left letters telling their three children to live their lives well, to laugh and love and above all to find friends to rely on and to share life with. But what about the rest? This morning, going through my GReader for the first time in days, I found that Jezebel’s resident father-of-daughter writer ‘Daddy Issues’ had written a list of ’</span><a href="http://jezebel.com/5705486/10-things-every-dad-should-teach-his-daughter?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+jezebel%2Ffull+%28Jezebel%29&utm_content=Google+Reader"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">10 Things Every Dad Should Teach his Daughter’</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> which is a start… Maybe you’ll write me a comment, or maybe you’ll just write some down to tell her later… But what would you tell your daughter about life? Here are some of mine…</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Calibri;"> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS31Aa5uoentXZ67B3TElxBrGkl1emXwOlbHEwtHPuREO316qxP0c011f9-v03MTG3mr8qIwyHs3nUkvKpnSxchB-a7m6oxQ-IY9zShfF_zugAB0QiNORKPrwdSG19NoJiWLB-QEbGXs-F/s400/1247588766211633.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547184770763334866" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">1. Saving money is important, but spoiling yourself is too. You can’t take it with you when you go!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">2. Having things in common isn’t important, what’s important is finding the people who you can talk to about absolutely anything. Argue, debate, disagree… But always accept the opinion of others and always listen.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">3. No art form is above any other. TV, film, literature, art, music, dance… All forms of creation have the power to move us and teach us.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">4. Getting drunk isn’t a sin, but know your limits, and know when to stop. There are many times and places that it is not appropriate to be intoxicated including weddings (or really any rite-of-passage or religious occasion), formal balls, and anywhere you are trying to impress people. Drunkenness is never, ever impressive. Also, beware of starting a story with ‘This one time I was SO drunk..’ no one thinks you’re clever or funny when you utter that premise. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">5. Fall in love with places. Look around you and see the incredible beauty in both city- and country-scapes. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">6. Love yourself. There is a fine line between self-love and arrogance. You can never have too much of the former, but the latter should be avoided. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">7. Be competitive, but be gracious in victory and defeat.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">8. Always, always thank your teachers. Their job is among the most important in the world. There are good and bad teachers but their intention is always to improve your life. When you find one who inspires you, make sure they know it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">9. Make speeches. Eloquent or not, if you are moved to say something out of love, on any occasion, you should do so…</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span>10. You do not have to believe that blood is thicker than water, but family is important. It is where you are formed, and they have known you from day one. </span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <p></p> <!--EndFragment--> <p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span><p></p> <!--EndFragment-->Just Another Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14081978250820812650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462308905764394831.post-46993626697512762232010-11-15T14:30:00.001+00:002010-11-15T14:41:59.476+00:00The Fall of Fabric<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">There’s nothing better than beautifully draped fabric. It flatters a woman’s body like nothing else can. Also, is that a baby bump under Rachel Zoe’s gorgeous black dress? I hope so – I just adore her and ‘Rog’!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtMZM5IdNgKfKfWzohF7zXM6-M5pL9fL-GGpyOJzDKhjv-hNkgY0KiscaKGPgrAr7s7OlvJ504_xB-P6ROtrE_OS4F7mw8g7pYkDgcTxrkEQPnHI4u8Gozef3S1psRx4oCJidLAR_qei8S/s400/MOCAGalaxxWdNNflxxx2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539783859657316978" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium; "><a href="http://rdujour.com/2010/11/15/museum-of-contemporary-art-gala-2010/">Source</a></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0rMfrj6ocYbhL6jx7xsNtog6SphMhwj8njSEs-LdpS54AIgzy_wxI6s3gKGuuaPkwTVq6gdPJ4n52sNa_snTCeH5xKajh-BK8SKWxnxzCcwcOzHztcczbG9WwEkNEht47UqFhBmpLgVwZ/s1600/IMG_8230.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0rMfrj6ocYbhL6jx7xsNtog6SphMhwj8njSEs-LdpS54AIgzy_wxI6s3gKGuuaPkwTVq6gdPJ4n52sNa_snTCeH5xKajh-BK8SKWxnxzCcwcOzHztcczbG9WwEkNEht47UqFhBmpLgVwZ/s400/IMG_8230.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539783862196830994" /></a></div></div>Just Another Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14081978250820812650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462308905764394831.post-1156925754673926032010-11-14T12:25:00.002+00:002010-11-14T12:28:42.773+00:00Great News for Insomniacs!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri; "><a href="http://www.asylum.com/2010/11/12/london-school-of-economics-smart-people-are-nocturnal/">According to a study by LSE</a>, I must be super clever. I knew there was a silver lining to getting no sleep!</span><span style="font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span></div> <!--EndFragment--> <div><img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 293px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3b0s8a29NK8GlSDIBkfyywfko7mFlo4tSVgi4s_tBkud3ubRb0zzrzCk4O1buqC9ou8Bs8Q03Bi1e0Cv7_aBUU-Rxj1RWzfHIYOtSF9pb0HevHkhS_mQHqx-aY84DAydhEdLbGBtf68F5/s400/insomnia1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539381009530904626" /></div>Just Another Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14081978250820812650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462308905764394831.post-56697399445196939252010-11-14T12:09:00.004+00:002010-11-14T12:18:17.038+00:00University Goes Editorial<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Even though I think the styling in this shoot is a bit ‘blah’, I love the concept! Hooray for university chic! I have to say that no one in this city actually dresses this way, nor do they walk around cradling their teddy bears, however, I do love that they’ve tried to indicate that the typical ‘trackies and a hoody’ scenario can actually be dressed up to look stylish! Thank you, Elle Belgique! <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLYbtnwDp7acWxO4ZQz6T-lcLT2iniFunTccsjgfmGV0SdPCQWKJIg8QmiByZygDRYxdBIVAwkE4unSSIBSysl_snolh8jBM4ukV1wcHpEqsexMYpoIrygfYxx47MfW-_onV_ayaj2MUMr/s400/3+alain+richard+s+Anne+Rabeux.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539376820251845506" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeGj5E81k3TVGR2t0WavR8eW1gIKALr_PIlILDKOx0rtqJOal4I2BpvF_hwK9Cb25A-zWfjLNLpLOO7PuSpeU8Kqf9JjmqfP0i0Z4s-Te2enQHynawTId8h9BhiMgP57j3ZdbaX4NruSBx/s400/5+alain+richard+s+Anne+Rabeux.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539376827046687890" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8sJOUFC8X72mixDa5V0gt7x9ykj8UBmFOe-Mb7k4_BOYa3GUjJPeu9qSDUJP4C8vAYaKys7NqiM0zWeM2c7a1YtTiygAYn58YjO6uGjxFWcFqcab1jrbP0g_8C82Ox55snICfvnD_I1Ot/s400/6+alain+richard+s+Anne+Rabeux.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539376833072667426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px; " /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm59hPT2hrlyF9O5IyZEienVzBTy46ZzIGG1vcMfflaKbY1Jk65z75yw5haRumz725cWZt5SgbNlOoFmGDG-XYlZocDa9F7g1ZhRjf4HD7LL_vg5mLcJtSO4qI5t74CdWPzj9EwLoNpXnZ/s400/9+alain+richard+s+Anne+Rabeux.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539376837883000962" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJGBM6JBDX1q3Al1cbKV0mHq_ImiVLtXaZdpyqCzspbqzybntjFULbDFs8d26phYIhJesDYheEjuI-P6YeSVH0Nj3i4UXNqZpDf8J-abFaQr1pIdJUgfPDoTL-Rm_AMVAmBNPyFPNPt6VI/s1600/12+alain+richard+s+Anne+Rabeux.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJGBM6JBDX1q3Al1cbKV0mHq_ImiVLtXaZdpyqCzspbqzybntjFULbDFs8d26phYIhJesDYheEjuI-P6YeSVH0Nj3i4UXNqZpDf8J-abFaQr1pIdJUgfPDoTL-Rm_AMVAmBNPyFPNPt6VI/s400/12+alain+richard+s+Anne+Rabeux.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539376840605904242" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Calibri;"><a href="http://dustjacketattic.blogspot.com/2010/11/university-days.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Source</span></a></span></div>Just Another Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14081978250820812650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462308905764394831.post-89563212713932153362010-11-13T23:10:00.003+00:002010-11-13T23:30:07.466+00:00How to Wear a Scarf...<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Isn't this just a fabulous way to wear a scarf? I had to share it!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVPLVPJkf7duFOOBzON8wYbQvV2NaaxplhoFSBaLrC5x9-tg1CJX0sTsKBb1vNDN6TIeAkizx1fkeEE0l6m1VadmIuuoHIcpFKQ0oGyilpw1vzhCJTiIZOobCEdfOHEb1g0LAqOhHsysTx/s1600/ScreenCaptures1527-1_viaeverythingfabulous.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVPLVPJkf7duFOOBzON8wYbQvV2NaaxplhoFSBaLrC5x9-tg1CJX0sTsKBb1vNDN6TIeAkizx1fkeEE0l6m1VadmIuuoHIcpFKQ0oGyilpw1vzhCJTiIZOobCEdfOHEb1g0LAqOhHsysTx/s400/ScreenCaptures1527-1_viaeverythingfabulous.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539175683985476418" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Calibri;"><a href="http://dressdesigndecor.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-dont-you.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Source</span></a></span></div>Just Another Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14081978250820812650noreply@blogger.com0