<?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-12537768</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:27:07.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Always looking in my Rearview Mirror....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://techiegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537768/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://techiegoddess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TechGoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11500417323620523506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537768.post-115143717191243519</id><published>2006-06-27T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T15:41:06.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone told me the other day......</title><content type='html'>'Trust is like good wine, it needs time to come to maturity.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the analogy.......how true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537768-115143717191243519?l=techiegoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://techiegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/115143717191243519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537768&amp;postID=115143717191243519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537768/posts/default/115143717191243519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537768/posts/default/115143717191243519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://techiegoddess.blogspot.com/2006/06/someone-told-me-other-day.html' title='Someone told me the other day......'/><author><name>TechGoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11500417323620523506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537768.post-114918362176539363</id><published>2006-06-01T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T13:40:21.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessimism can be a funny thing....</title><content type='html'>Heard one character say this to another character in a movie. I was thoroughly amused :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is a series of struggles. If you're happy right now, be patient. This too, shall pass."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537768-114918362176539363?l=techiegoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://techiegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/114918362176539363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537768&amp;postID=114918362176539363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537768/posts/default/114918362176539363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537768/posts/default/114918362176539363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://techiegoddess.blogspot.com/2006/06/pessimism-can-be-funny-thing.html' title='Pessimism can be a funny thing....'/><author><name>TechGoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11500417323620523506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537768.post-114797695283314733</id><published>2006-05-18T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T14:29:12.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharks....</title><content type='html'>I wrote this poem a little while ago on a&lt;br /&gt;sleepless night, at 1 am in the morning, watching a discovery channel&lt;br /&gt;special about sharks. Yes, I know I have a "special" talent when it comes to writing ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wise old man once told me,&lt;br /&gt;If sharks stop swimming, they die at sea,&lt;br /&gt;Pondering that, it dawned on me,&lt;br /&gt;I am that &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;shark&lt;/span&gt;, that &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;shark&lt;/span&gt; is me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537768-114797695283314733?l=techiegoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://techiegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/114797695283314733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537768&amp;postID=114797695283314733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537768/posts/default/114797695283314733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537768/posts/default/114797695283314733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://techiegoddess.blogspot.com/2006/05/sharks.html' title='Sharks....'/><author><name>TechGoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11500417323620523506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537768.post-114650608147385602</id><published>2006-05-01T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T17:23:33.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My accomplishment over the weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8058/1067/1600/me%20n%20bellydancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8058/1067/320/me%20n%20bellydancer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First dance with a belly dancer..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537768-114650608147385602?l=techiegoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://techiegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/114650608147385602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537768&amp;postID=114650608147385602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537768/posts/default/114650608147385602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537768/posts/default/114650608147385602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://techiegoddess.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-accomplishment-over-weekend.html' title='My accomplishment over the weekend.'/><author><name>TechGoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11500417323620523506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537768.post-114123160102509351</id><published>2006-03-01T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T11:46:41.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So you think that was freaky? Wait till you hear this!</title><content type='html'>So this happened to me a month or two ago during my first winter here in NYC. I woke up one morning and took a shower and was late for work, so I just put on a cap and walked out to get to work on time. After walking a block or so, I noticed that my hair had dried out. WOW..that was quick, I thought and touched my hair and to my horror, noticed that there was ice on them!!!! My hair FROZE...can you imagine???? That's the freakiest every day thing that has happened to me in my entire life...it thawed when I got to work Frozen and thawed, two terms I never imagined I would use to structure a description of my hair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537768-114123160102509351?l=techiegoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://techiegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/114123160102509351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537768&amp;postID=114123160102509351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537768/posts/default/114123160102509351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537768/posts/default/114123160102509351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://techiegoddess.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-you-think-that-was-freaky-wait-till.html' title='So you think that was freaky? Wait till you hear this!'/><author><name>TechGoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11500417323620523506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537768.post-113635170324049063</id><published>2006-01-04T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T00:15:03.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shot through the heart and you're to blame....Darling you give love a bad name...</title><content type='html'>Isn't it strange that sometimes the people you love the most end up doing something completely callous and indifferent and don't even realize it? The sad thing is that you know that it wasn't deliberate, yet you still can't help feeling hurt. You steer clear of making excuses for them, that's because you can look inside their head and see what was going on in their thought processes, yet this is little consolation to the big chink that goes missing from your heart. It's like a part of your love for them dies, over something small and insignificant in the grand scheme of things...but it still matters because you're disappointed somehow... in the depth of your feelings for them and in their sensitivity to yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there really any kind of love that conquers all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537768-113635170324049063?l=techiegoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://techiegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/113635170324049063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537768&amp;postID=113635170324049063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537768/posts/default/113635170324049063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537768/posts/default/113635170324049063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://techiegoddess.blogspot.com/2006/01/shot-through-heart-and-youre-to.html' title='Shot through the heart and you&apos;re to blame....Darling you give love a bad name...'/><author><name>TechGoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11500417323620523506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537768.post-113633112909761699</id><published>2006-01-03T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T18:32:09.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe in a thing called Oil....</title><content type='html'>So I went and watched Syriana a little while ago...I can safely say that movie makes an impact. It's good at capturing the market demand and supply for oil and how it influences world politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, its tragic to realize that we, as a race, have sunk so low that a natural resource that fuels our cars and machines, a lot of times also controls our hearts and our minds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537768-113633112909761699?l=techiegoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://techiegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/113633112909761699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537768&amp;postID=113633112909761699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537768/posts/default/113633112909761699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537768/posts/default/113633112909761699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://techiegoddess.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-believe-in-thing-called-oil.html' title='I believe in a thing called Oil....'/><author><name>TechGoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11500417323620523506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537768.post-111541503056809904</id><published>2005-05-06T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T17:30:30.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When life aggravates you enough...</title><content type='html'>what do you do to get over the aggravation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537768-111541503056809904?l=techiegoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://techiegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/111541503056809904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537768&amp;postID=111541503056809904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537768/posts/default/111541503056809904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537768/posts/default/111541503056809904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://techiegoddess.blogspot.com/2005/05/when-life-aggravates-you-enough.html' title='When life aggravates you enough...'/><author><name>TechGoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11500417323620523506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537768.post-111491049839644627</id><published>2005-04-30T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T21:21:38.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The true measure of the effectiveness of a song is when it makes you feel emotions you've never really experienced yourself</title><content type='html'>Trent Rzeznor might not be the voice of our age but he can definitely haunt, provided the ambiance is right.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Something I Can Never Have"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still recall the taste of your tears.&lt;br /&gt;Echoing your voice just like the ringing in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite dreams of you still wash ashore.&lt;br /&gt;Scraping through my head 'till I don't want to sleep anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Come on tell me.&lt;br /&gt;You make this all go away.&lt;br /&gt;You make this all go away.&lt;br /&gt;I'm down to just one thing.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm starting to scare myself.&lt;br /&gt;You make this all go way.&lt;br /&gt;You make this all go way.&lt;br /&gt;I just want something.&lt;br /&gt;I just want something I can never have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always were the one to show me how&lt;br /&gt;Back then I couldn't do the things that I can do now.&lt;br /&gt;This thing is slowly taking me apart.&lt;br /&gt;Grey would be the color if I had a heart.&lt;br /&gt;Come on tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;In this place it seems like such a shame.&lt;br /&gt;Though it all looks different now,I know it's still the same&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I look you're all I see.&lt;br /&gt;Just a fading fucking reminder of who I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I just want something.&lt;br /&gt;I just want something I can never have&lt;br /&gt;I just want something I can never have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I know what you meant.&lt;br /&gt;That night on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Still picking at this scab&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were dead.&lt;br /&gt;You sweat and Perry Ellis&lt;br /&gt;Just stains on my sheets&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537768-111491049839644627?l=techiegoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://techiegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/111491049839644627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537768&amp;postID=111491049839644627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537768/posts/default/111491049839644627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537768/posts/default/111491049839644627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://techiegoddess.blogspot.com/2005/04/true-measure-of-effectiveness-of-song.html' title='The true measure of the effectiveness of a song is when it makes you feel emotions you&apos;ve never really experienced yourself'/><author><name>TechGoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11500417323620523506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537768.post-111490981378702136</id><published>2005-04-30T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T21:10:13.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5490/640/IMG_0226.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5490/320/IMG_0226.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas at Rockefeller&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537768-111490981378702136?l=techiegoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://techiegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/111490981378702136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537768&amp;postID=111490981378702136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537768/posts/default/111490981378702136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537768/posts/default/111490981378702136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://techiegoddess.blogspot.com/2005/04/christmas-at-rockefeller.html' title=''/><author><name>TechGoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11500417323620523506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537768.post-111481158265877284</id><published>2005-04-29T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T17:55:53.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, more precisely love, sometimes really does feel like a series of unfortunate events</title><content type='html'>I have always found it fascinating in an appalling sort of way how the very person who is the light of your life, the center of your very 'happy' universe gets downgraded due to varying circumstances, to a distant memory. Sometimes its something you've said that's irreparable, sometimes it's something the other person's said or done that makes the idea of being together any longer simply unimaginable. Doesn't really matter how you to get to that situation, but you do end up in that place, after everything's been said and done. The means are not really the issue, the end is...so how is it that human beings love and love and love again, only to lose each time? And still, while some may become bitter or cynical or irrational about this weird emotion called love, yet there's hardly anyone who's able to resist it's pull the 2nd or the 3rd or the 4th time around. If history is any indication, even a scientific and rational thinker like Einstein fell madly in love and got married. It didn't last because of the very fabric of his personality but he believed in it enough at the time to take the plunge. Hitler is another startling example, so is the legend of Alexander the great falling in love with Cleopatra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is an endless cycle....people fall in and out of love every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537768-111481158265877284?l=techiegoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://techiegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/111481158265877284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537768&amp;postID=111481158265877284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537768/posts/default/111481158265877284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537768/posts/default/111481158265877284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://techiegoddess.blogspot.com/2005/04/life-more-precisely-love-sometimes.html' title='Life, more precisely love, sometimes really does feel like a series of unfortunate events'/><author><name>TechGoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11500417323620523506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537768.post-111481055773349810</id><published>2005-04-29T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T17:35:57.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5490/640/TimesSquare1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5490/320/TimesSquare1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light distortion&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537768-111481055773349810?l=techiegoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://techiegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/111481055773349810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537768&amp;postID=111481055773349810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537768/posts/default/111481055773349810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537768/posts/default/111481055773349810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://techiegoddess.blogspot.com/2005/04/light-distortion.html' title=''/><author><name>TechGoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11500417323620523506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
