<?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-32809641</id><updated>2012-01-20T15:52:35.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Yogini's lessons on the path of life...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>174</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-8044957315724896899</id><published>2010-04-19T00:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T01:23:42.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Neanderthal Cave-Man</title><content type='html'>Today has been pretty mellow - the morning started off with our weekly date to the Santa Monica Farmer's Market (I'll try to remember to take pictures next week). In addition to the produce and other stalls there are places that serve breakfast. The first time we went we got a huge veggie omelet, last week was apple-cinnamon pancakes, and today we got a breakfast burrito. Luke spent most of the day at his studio preparing for his exhibit and I've been at home working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living with Luke is fantastic and I am SO happy to be here, but.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke is a Neanderthal cave-man when it comes to taking care of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually not news to me, but it was so much easier to ignore when he was visiting my place for a few days and on his best behavior, or I was staying at his house and could turn a blind eye to the grunge. Now that it is OUR place I have found that my tolerance for the messiness and dirtiness has plummeted. Part of it is definitely him - he can be pretty gross (toothpaste all over the bathroom sink, rinsing more than washing the dishes) but when I point this out then he really tries harder to be more considerate. Part of it is that I really like my house to be clean and we have very different standards of what that constitutes (such as whether it's acceptable to leave a trail of popcorn throughout the house or crumbs all over the kitchen counters or overflowing trashcans). Does that mean that I have to get used to doing more housework? Um, that's unappealing. And part of it is that I spend the day working from home, so the mess/dirtiness bothers me more and I end up spending more time cleaning and straightening up. However, I also don't have an hour-plus commute - does that mean that I should spend an hour more than him taking care of the house? Cause really, I can't expect him to scrub the stove-top when he's come home after evening rush-hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's only been EIGHTEEN days of living together! Lord help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-8044957315724896899?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/8044957315724896899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=8044957315724896899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8044957315724896899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8044957315724896899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2010/04/neanderthal-cave-man.html' title='Neanderthal Cave-Man'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-3799928433977225455</id><published>2010-04-17T13:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T13:30:57.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast in Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/S8nqj2DGhgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xc-KadNrCXY/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/S8nqj2DGhgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xc-KadNrCXY/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461153924688283138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke likes to do things like voluntarily get up at 7:30 on a Saturday morning, whereas I....do not. However, once in a while this means he wakes me up bringing breakfast and coffee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've gotten into Mad Men and were up late last night watching episodes. Today it's warm and sunny and perfect beach weather. Not much going on - Luke has to work, I really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; work, and may go to the UCLA library. I got set up with a library card, which is pretty freaking awesome. I'm finishing my dissertation revisions - I was not done by the April 1 deadline, and now we are aiming for May 15. Technically my graduation date will be summer (not spring) 2010, though I don't think this affects anything. My perfectionist instincts are really slowing down the process when what I really need to do is just wrap things up. I've been struggling with this issue since I defended, not really sure how to best deal with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-3799928433977225455?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/3799928433977225455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=3799928433977225455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/3799928433977225455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/3799928433977225455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2010/04/breakfast-in-bed.html' title='Breakfast in Bed'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/S8nqj2DGhgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xc-KadNrCXY/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-1945661732328066450</id><published>2010-04-16T11:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T11:22:22.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/S8h9y7OyRII/AAAAAAAAAJE/I-7qTC5vQf8/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/S8h9y7OyRII/AAAAAAAAAJE/I-7qTC5vQf8/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460752862033364098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get into the habit of posting and took this idea from another blog....I think the morning is the best time for me to write, before I get caught up in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Luke goes into school/work he leaves around 7 am to beat the rush-hour traffic, and since moving to Santa Monica means that his commute went from 10 to 30 minutes I try to get up with him and make a quick breakfast. Today I went back to bed after he left to drink my coffee and read the paper, which is where I'm posting from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in St. Louis, MO this week where I presented some of my diss research at a conference. The presentation went well and I got some much-needed motivation to keep going with my work. It was great to see a lot of my friends whom I've met on digs and travels and whom I don't keep in touch with often enough. The South Africans who discovered the newly-announced hominin, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Australopithecus sediba&lt;/span&gt;, were there and I had actually met them and got to see the fossils and fossil site when I was in Johannesburg last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke has another exhibit next week so is working around the clock. I am trying to find a balance between relaxing, exercising, cooking, going to the beach, and also getting my work done. I miss my friends and some parts of DC but I have to say I am SO glad that I'm living somewhere else. Things were too crazy and hectic in DC and I'm still trying to get off the stress bandwagon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-1945661732328066450?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/1945661732328066450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=1945661732328066450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/1945661732328066450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/1945661732328066450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2010/04/morning-coffee.html' title='Morning Coffee'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/S8h9y7OyRII/AAAAAAAAAJE/I-7qTC5vQf8/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-545881831332249557</id><published>2010-03-14T19:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T19:59:36.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DONE</title><content type='html'>I defended my dissertation on February 24th and am slowly recovering. It was such a momentous day and it could not have gone any better. I have to turn in the final draft to the university on April 1st, which is when it will be official, so I still have quite a bit of work to finish over the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am moving to California on March 31st! Santa Monica, to be precise. 12 blocks from the beach. Big and exciting changes :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-545881831332249557?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/545881831332249557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=545881831332249557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/545881831332249557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/545881831332249557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2010/03/done.html' title='DONE'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-1006889756955498686</id><published>2009-09-16T12:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T12:47:19.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in LA</title><content type='html'>I'm here for a week and this trip comes at a perfect time. Although the computer loss really wasn't that bad I was so panicked I almost gave myself a heart attack and my environment in DC was feeling really toxic. Ben, Joëlle's husband, set up an FTP site for me where I can back-up my files on line, which is especially great for when I'm traveling so that I don't have to carry an external hard drive with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke had a review with his committee yesterday, similar to mine last week. He also got the thumbs up so even though both of us are in a great position we're too exhausted to feel relieved. Yesterday was also 6 months after our first date, so we went to a restaurant on the beach in Santa Monica to celebrate. We're both hoping to take care of ourselves and each other this week while we try to unwind and keep at it with the work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-1006889756955498686?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/1006889756955498686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=1006889756955498686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/1006889756955498686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/1006889756955498686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-in-la.html' title='Back in LA'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-1909281674020645709</id><published>2009-09-12T00:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:59:42.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My hard drive crashed yesterday</title><content type='html'>That is not a joke. Luckily I had backed up last week so I didn't lose too much work. Did lose a day and probably several years off my life. Ugh all around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-1909281674020645709?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/1909281674020645709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=1909281674020645709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/1909281674020645709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/1909281674020645709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-hard-drive-crashed-yesterday.html' title='My hard drive crashed yesterday'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-8698955015003177222</id><published>2009-09-09T19:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:15:23.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thumbs Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-8698955015003177222?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/8698955015003177222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=8698955015003177222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8698955015003177222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8698955015003177222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2009/09/thumbs-up.html' title='Thumbs Up'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-3935223902477088898</id><published>2009-09-08T00:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:56:08.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thumbs Up, Thumbs Down</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday I'm meeting with my advisor to get his feedback on the status of my dissertation. I'm hoping he'll say I can finalize what I have done and wrap this thing up already. If I have to do more work that could mean defending later in the year or extending into next spring (nooooooooo).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-3935223902477088898?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/3935223902477088898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=3935223902477088898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/3935223902477088898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/3935223902477088898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2009/09/thumbs-up-thumbs-down.html' title='Thumbs Up, Thumbs Down'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-4239514662478280319</id><published>2009-09-01T23:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:16:54.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A new season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Autumn to winter, winter to spring,&lt;br /&gt;Spring into summer, summer into fall-&lt;br /&gt;So rolls the changing year, and so we change;&lt;br /&gt;Motion so swift, we know not that we move.&lt;br /&gt;-Dinah Mulock Craik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been chilly in DC the past few days, a physical reminder that summer is over. I cannot believe how quickly the past few months have flown by. I am kind of scared about how fast time is passing. I think a big reason for that is a feeling that I'm constantly living in a future place - upcoming dissertation deadlines, anticipating Luke's next visit, etc. It's pretty unsettling and this month I really want to focus on being more present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke was in town for a visit and left today. I've been meaning to write about the adventures we've had this summer for a while now and another one has come and gone. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-4239514662478280319?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/4239514662478280319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=4239514662478280319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/4239514662478280319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/4239514662478280319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-season.html' title='A new season'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-7012494282589190484</id><published>2009-08-16T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T13:29:16.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In love</title><content type='html'>A few more pictures from the wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SohBk8nQ7SI/AAAAAAAAAIw/SB0Yeb8-m2U/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SohBk8nQ7SI/AAAAAAAAAIw/SB0Yeb8-m2U/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370614658641227042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SohBlBJ7RwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/iEyIxEMV_-o/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SohBlBJ7RwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/iEyIxEMV_-o/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370614659860350722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-7012494282589190484?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/7012494282589190484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=7012494282589190484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7012494282589190484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7012494282589190484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-love.html' title='In love'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SohBk8nQ7SI/AAAAAAAAAIw/SB0Yeb8-m2U/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-1773189457762289551</id><published>2009-08-13T00:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:21:06.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in DC</title><content type='html'>I got back tonight and I'm pretty bummed to be away from Luke. I have a lot of dissertation work to do though and he'll be visiting DC in two weeks. We had a fantastic time together in LA that I'll write about soon - for now I just wanted to post this picture, taken by one of his friends. I think it really captures Luke's kindness, gentleness and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SoOTVZ_T9GI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Vb1pMWJGKvE/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SoOTVZ_T9GI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Vb1pMWJGKvE/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369297176718734434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-1773189457762289551?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/1773189457762289551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=1773189457762289551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/1773189457762289551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/1773189457762289551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-in-dc.html' title='Back in DC'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SoOTVZ_T9GI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Vb1pMWJGKvE/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-3497177400794653157</id><published>2009-08-05T13:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:16:54.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road Again</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted much lately because I've been super busy but life is pretty much revolving around the same: dissertation and Luke. Diss progress is going ok, love is great. I've been in LA for about a week and today we're driving up to San Francisco to see a Phish show, meet up with friends, and camp in Sonoma Valley. We got in some great beach time this past weekend that included an afternoon at Newport Beach. Note Pennsylvania-born Luke in his button down shirt with the Arizona queen of tank-tops and flip-flops (not pictured).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Snm9KcnkESI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rxq_2Rvf0-Q/s1600-h/IMG_0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Snm9KcnkESI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rxq_2Rvf0-Q/s400/IMG_0819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366528418167132450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Snm9KqRxk9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/iVXUHUYrjSo/s1600-h/IMG_0818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Snm9KqRxk9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/iVXUHUYrjSo/s400/IMG_0818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366528421833839570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Snm9K0rKFKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/j1Qqn1dTDVY/s1600-h/IMG_0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Snm9K0rKFKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/j1Qqn1dTDVY/s400/IMG_0817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366528424624657570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-3497177400794653157?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/3497177400794653157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=3497177400794653157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/3497177400794653157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/3497177400794653157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-road-again.html' title='On the Road Again'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Snm9KcnkESI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rxq_2Rvf0-Q/s72-c/IMG_0819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-1341416341277603853</id><published>2009-07-15T01:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T01:15:22.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, work, work</title><content type='html'>I had a great time at the wedding and afterward Luke and I spent a few days at the Outer Banks with his parents. It was wonderful and I will write more soon. For now I am working like a madwoman trying to make a dissertation deadline on Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-1341416341277603853?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/1341416341277603853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=1341416341277603853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/1341416341277603853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/1341416341277603853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2009/07/work-work-work.html' title='Work, work, work'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-4059913152802927817</id><published>2009-07-10T11:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:09:39.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding preview: Luke's girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SldZWI9W1II/AAAAAAAAAII/HwdB88n0ryY/s1600-h/Kelsey%27s+event+7-4-09+007-Luke%27s+girls%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SldZWI9W1II/AAAAAAAAAII/HwdB88n0ryY/s400/Kelsey%27s+event+7-4-09+007-Luke%27s+girls%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356848518677320834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-4059913152802927817?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/4059913152802927817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=4059913152802927817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/4059913152802927817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/4059913152802927817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2009/07/wedding-preview-lukes-girls.html' title='Wedding preview: Luke&apos;s girls'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SldZWI9W1II/AAAAAAAAAII/HwdB88n0ryY/s72-c/Kelsey%27s+event+7-4-09+007-Luke%27s+girls%21%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-6245617400807701560</id><published>2009-06-28T12:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T13:11:18.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Picture</title><content type='html'>I love this picture even though Luke thinks he looks like a beached whale. One of his sisters took it when we were doing yoga on his parents' deck earlier in the spring. Luke's flying in on Wednesday and we're going straight to York, PA for his sister's wedding on Saturday. Looking forward to the time away and to meeting more of his family, since I've only met about 7 of his 85 cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SkeiapthnoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/z5WXMnNaN3o/s1600-h/yoga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SkeiapthnoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/z5WXMnNaN3o/s400/yoga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352425260910222978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-6245617400807701560?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/6245617400807701560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=6245617400807701560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/6245617400807701560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/6245617400807701560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweet-picture.html' title='Sweet Picture'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SkeiapthnoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/z5WXMnNaN3o/s72-c/yoga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-7411718834467458947</id><published>2009-06-24T18:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:53:49.978-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollercoaster</title><content type='html'>I'm about as unhappy as can be with the dissertation deadline that is looming next Monday. At least this means that things can only go up from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-7411718834467458947?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/7411718834467458947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=7411718834467458947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7411718834467458947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7411718834467458947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2009/06/rollercoaster.html' title='Rollercoaster'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-2574511851180016339</id><published>2009-06-18T20:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:06:44.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in DC</title><content type='html'>I returned a few days ago and am working like crazy because I have to turn in two dissertation chapters next week. My time in LA was amazing, amazing, amazing. Luke and I are more in love than ever and I am so happy that we were able to spend the month together. He'll be back in two weeks for his sister's wedding so we'll see each other soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-2574511851180016339?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/2574511851180016339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=2574511851180016339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/2574511851180016339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/2574511851180016339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-in-dc.html' title='Back in DC'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-8479219155644508289</id><published>2009-06-07T01:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:50:23.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>When I first got to LA Luke said that we would have date night once a week. In the back of my mind I was thinking, 'we're living together - isn't every night going to be date night?' Uh, no. Thesis work, evening yoga classes, early morning meetings all get in the way. Last week date night happened to coincide with a Phillies v. Dodgers baseball game. So date night ended up looking like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SitT1SpOTgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vWhg443MbrI/s1600-h/IMG_0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SitT1SpOTgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vWhg443MbrI/s400/IMG_0692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344457557808139778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SitT1i8HRyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lvgmxtac6w8/s1600-h/IMG_0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SitT1i8HRyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lvgmxtac6w8/s400/IMG_0693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344457562182338338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SitT118m5BI/AAAAAAAAAH4/j2Z8CG5j2TQ/s1600-h/IMG_0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SitT118m5BI/AAAAAAAAAH4/j2Z8CG5j2TQ/s400/IMG_0694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344457567284683794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-8479219155644508289?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/8479219155644508289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=8479219155644508289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8479219155644508289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8479219155644508289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2009/06/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SitT1SpOTgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vWhg443MbrI/s72-c/IMG_0692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-8642186218074289753</id><published>2009-06-02T01:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T01:45:01.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in LA</title><content type='html'>Earlier this evening, as I was signing in for a yoga class, the receptionist asked me if I was an actress because she thought my face looked familiar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-8642186218074289753?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/8642186218074289753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=8642186218074289753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8642186218074289753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8642186218074289753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2009/06/only-in-la.html' title='Only in LA'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-1996264963620782411</id><published>2009-06-01T17:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:02:06.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Malibu Weekend</title><content type='html'>We spent the weekend in Malibu at the apartment of some friends who were out of town and who offered us their place. I'll just say that it was as great as it looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SiREZ1XlUdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/njq5PWDP8go/s1600-h/IMG_0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SiREZ1XlUdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/njq5PWDP8go/s400/IMG_0657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342470268581663186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-1996264963620782411?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/1996264963620782411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=1996264963620782411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/1996264963620782411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/1996264963620782411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2009/06/malibu-weekend.html' title='Malibu Weekend'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SiREZ1XlUdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/njq5PWDP8go/s72-c/IMG_0657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-2755800128998958199</id><published>2009-05-28T00:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:30:02.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bungalow Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Sh4QjlTCyQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C7WvQsmBER8/s1600-h/IMG_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Sh4QjlTCyQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C7WvQsmBER8/s400/IMG_0425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340724411601438978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bungalow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Sh4SXR1zOzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/QgnRfwkr20w/s1600-h/IMG_0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Sh4SXR1zOzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/QgnRfwkr20w/s400/IMG_0427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340726399243336498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Sh4SXDwA9pI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZuOZmrP1FZ0/s1600-h/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Sh4SXDwA9pI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZuOZmrP1FZ0/s400/IMG_0426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340726395460974226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My work space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Sh4QkHF2dXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XvwLW5Nji78/s1600-h/IMG_0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Sh4QkHF2dXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XvwLW5Nji78/s400/IMG_0428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340724420672910706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luke's work space (doubles as the kitchen table)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Sh4RIXYbCLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PbiD6upOr2w/s1600-h/IMG_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Sh4RIXYbCLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PbiD6upOr2w/s400/IMG_0430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340725043521063090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cozy kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Sh4QkTWE6XI/AAAAAAAAAGs/D9LWJt8qYBY/s1600-h/IMG_0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Sh4QkTWE6XI/AAAAAAAAAGs/D9LWJt8qYBY/s400/IMG_0429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340724423962192242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Sh4RIXYbCLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PbiD6upOr2w/s1600-h/IMG_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-2755800128998958199?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/2755800128998958199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=2755800128998958199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/2755800128998958199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/2755800128998958199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2009/05/bungalow-life.html' title='Bungalow Life'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Sh4QjlTCyQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C7WvQsmBER8/s72-c/IMG_0425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-3684694213581975245</id><published>2009-05-20T18:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:17:24.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In LA</title><content type='html'>Luke met me at the airport last night and we had a midnight picnic on the beach before heading home to the bungalow. I got settled in this morning and now I'm already set up to work at his studio. Pretty tired after all that's been going on the last few days (in Arizona, back to DC for a conference and to see Bruce, then out to LA) but I'm super happy to be here. Pics coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-3684694213581975245?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/3684694213581975245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=3684694213581975245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/3684694213581975245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/3684694213581975245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-la.html' title='In LA'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-8736643388980449032</id><published>2009-05-18T01:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T01:06:57.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boss</title><content type='html'>Tonight I'm seeing my other boyfriend in concert, then tomorrow I'm off to LA. Life is good :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-8736643388980449032?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/8736643388980449032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=8736643388980449032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8736643388980449032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8736643388980449032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2009/05/boss.html' title='The Boss'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-7274997357622987287</id><published>2009-05-12T13:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:41:08.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LA Bound</title><content type='html'>My big dreams this past year have been to finish my dissertation, fall in love and move to California. Still working on the dissertation but the rest has come true. I met Luke when he was interning in DC this spring but he is a graduate student at a prestigious art school in LA where he does documentary film. At least that is what I tell people. In reality he is getting a MFA in &lt;a href="http://artcenter.edu/mdp/"&gt;Media Design&lt;/a&gt; with a focus on alternative portraiture. After two months of dating I still can't quite tell you what that means. But you can check out his work &lt;a href="http://lukedjohnson.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just moved back to LA for summer classes and next week I will be joining him. I found someone to sublet my apartment for a month and luckily I am at a point with my work where I can pretty much be anywhere while I am writing. So in addition to being with Luke this gives me a chance to test out whether the reality of living in California is as good as my fantasy. All in all, perfect :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Sgmz5hDRmwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0FSTSOXzQOE/s1600-h/IMG_0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Sgmz5hDRmwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0FSTSOXzQOE/s400/IMG_0294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334993034303085314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Sgmz5g8IgQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/iXmvxxH38_w/s1600-h/IMG_0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Sgmz5g8IgQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/iXmvxxH38_w/s400/IMG_0327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334993034273128706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-7274997357622987287?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/7274997357622987287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=7274997357622987287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7274997357622987287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7274997357622987287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-bound.html' title='LA Bound'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Sgmz5hDRmwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0FSTSOXzQOE/s72-c/IMG_0294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-8196171109180670019</id><published>2009-04-22T12:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:18:59.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Students</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Se9DQ4SKqTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-UU2msbQ0hY/s1600-h/IMG_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Se9DQ4SKqTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-UU2msbQ0hY/s400/IMG_0262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327550841468135730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Se9DQgwfg5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/UMJxTfrr0EM/s1600-h/IMG_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Se9DQgwfg5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/UMJxTfrr0EM/s400/IMG_0261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327550835152880530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-8196171109180670019?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/8196171109180670019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=8196171109180670019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8196171109180670019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8196171109180670019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-students.html' title='Two Students'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/Se9DQ4SKqTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-UU2msbQ0hY/s72-c/IMG_0262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-4320640108720654629</id><published>2009-04-18T02:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T02:13:17.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting Hiatus</title><content type='html'>Yikes, it's been a while since I posted. I've got lots of good excuses - adjusting to being back in the US, getting over a bad case of bronchitis, trips to NYC and Chicago for conferences that I presented at, trips to Philadelphia and the Outer Banks for fun, dissertation madness that includes a week-by-week schedule through the end of the year. But the biggest distraction has been....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SelvAvgZUEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/73K79Kx3-MA/s1600-h/IMG_0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SelvAvgZUEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/73K79Kx3-MA/s400/IMG_0260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325910092885348418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm in luuuuuuuv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-4320640108720654629?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/4320640108720654629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=4320640108720654629' title='110 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/4320640108720654629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/4320640108720654629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2009/04/posting-hiatus.html' title='Posting Hiatus'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SelvAvgZUEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/73K79Kx3-MA/s72-c/IMG_0260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>110</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-9066813343835359098</id><published>2009-02-08T15:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:39:45.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>International Humor</title><content type='html'>What do you get when you put together two Americans, a Swiss, an Australian, and a night of watching You-Tube videos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty weird mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been fortunate to have made some great friends in Joberg, and since we couldn't agree on a movie to watch tonight we spent the evening looking at You-Tube videos. Everything from political satire (me), Billy O'Connolly monologues, Jesus v. the Terminator, and 'kicked in the nuts' scenes (not me - but why a bunch of guys would find this funny, I don't know). A very eclectic and enjoyable night, and something that would only happen when you're traveling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-9066813343835359098?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/9066813343835359098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=9066813343835359098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/9066813343835359098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/9066813343835359098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2009/02/international-humor.html' title='International Humor'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-1588629920898424314</id><published>2009-02-06T12:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T12:45:30.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Huge</title><content type='html'>This week has been monumental for two reasons: I am finished with data collection for my dissertation, and I said goodbye to something I loved and let it go before it was past its prime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm leaving for Johannesburg, where I'll spend the next week sorting through the last of the collection I've been studying. But essentially, I'm done. All the YEARS I've spent planning this trip, applying for grants, figuring out logistics.....done. Hard to believe. I could have stayed longer and kept on with the study, but I decided a few days ago that it was time to move on. I've had a great time here - the research has gone really well, it's beautiful, I'm in great surroundings, I have the time and money to stay.....but I feel deeply that it is time to go back to DC. So I've decided to leave, and am saying goodbye to the last part of my trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-1588629920898424314?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/1588629920898424314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=1588629920898424314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/1588629920898424314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/1588629920898424314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2009/02/huge.html' title='Huge'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-5014798315441831633</id><published>2009-02-01T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T11:52:45.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My February Horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;'You appear to be on the cusp of a massive evolution within, thanks to a crowd of planets twinkling in your house of transformations.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-5014798315441831633?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/5014798315441831633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=5014798315441831633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/5014798315441831633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/5014798315441831633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-february-horoscope.html' title='My February Horoscope'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-4189194273450784139</id><published>2009-02-01T11:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T11:43:19.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm coming home</title><content type='html'>...at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really in no hurry to leave. The work is going really well, I've made some exciting research discoveries, I am collaborating on a paper with a South African scientist, I've been invited by another South African paleoanthropologist to study the fauna from a site near Joburg, and it's full on summertime in the southern hemisphere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-4189194273450784139?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/4189194273450784139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=4189194273450784139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/4189194273450784139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/4189194273450784139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-coming-home.html' title='I&apos;m coming home'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-6826780073028901248</id><published>2009-01-31T02:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T02:52:40.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Helloooooo!</title><content type='html'>Since my last post from Nairobi, I've been to:&lt;br /&gt;Maputo and Inhambane (Tofo Beach), Mozambique&lt;br /&gt;Mbabene, Swaziland&lt;br /&gt;Johannesburg, South Africa&lt;br /&gt;and now.....middle of nowhere, South Africa, aka Bloemfontein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots going on, lots of adventures, new experiences, learning lessons, progress both in terms of my dissertation research and inner work.....more soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-6826780073028901248?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/6826780073028901248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=6826780073028901248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/6826780073028901248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/6826780073028901248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2009/01/helloooooo.html' title='Helloooooo!'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-2915186940229809999</id><published>2008-12-16T14:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:11:45.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still in Nairobi</title><content type='html'>This sign is hanging in my office....likely put there by another graduate student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SUf789E56qI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nVTLp5iovAw/s1600-h/DSCN4285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SUf789E56qI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nVTLp5iovAw/s400/DSCN4285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280466112721054370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-2915186940229809999?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/2915186940229809999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=2915186940229809999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/2915186940229809999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/2915186940229809999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/12/still-in-nairobi.html' title='Still in Nairobi'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SUf789E56qI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nVTLp5iovAw/s72-c/DSCN4285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-7333818909241611319</id><published>2008-12-05T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:39:51.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Reassuring</title><content type='html'>From one of my professors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'There was an American student when I was in Nairobi last Fall – I can’t remember her name – but she ended up in the emergency room with amoebic dysentery. The Drs. quizzed her on what she had eaten the last several days and decided it was lettuce. She said that she had bought it in a supermarket, sealed in plastic with “triple washed” printed on the outside of the package.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-7333818909241611319?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/7333818909241611319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=7333818909241611319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7333818909241611319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7333818909241611319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-reassuring.html' title='Not Reassuring'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-2906117756039659655</id><published>2008-12-02T12:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:09:44.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Petite Power!</title><content type='html'>This was pretty funny, for those of you who saw the announcement yesterday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(from The Huffington Post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/STVq0pXowBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/6arTaVysHHk/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/STVq0pXowBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/6arTaVysHHk/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275239991225139218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-2906117756039659655?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/2906117756039659655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=2906117756039659655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/2906117756039659655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/2906117756039659655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/12/petite-power.html' title='Petite Power!'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/STVq0pXowBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/6arTaVysHHk/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-3842247997475602180</id><published>2008-12-01T13:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:17:51.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI (too much information)</title><content type='html'>I went to see a doctor today and he gave me antibiotics to take care of a number of different organisms that could be making me &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gastroenteritis"&gt;sick&lt;/a&gt;. Did not want to go the route of stool samples, which involves three days of taking a dump in a plastic bag and sticking it in the freezer to take back to the doctor. No thanks. So hopefully I'll be feeling better soon. I'm ready to lay out on the beach in Mozambique already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-3842247997475602180?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/3842247997475602180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=3842247997475602180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/3842247997475602180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/3842247997475602180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/12/tmi-too-much-information.html' title='TMI (too much information)'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-4856104306587985152</id><published>2008-11-28T13:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T13:29:23.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From a poem, author unknown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful when you don't know something,&lt;br /&gt;for it gives you the opportunity to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful for the difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;During those times you grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful for your limitations,&lt;br /&gt;because they give you opportunities for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful for each new challenge,&lt;br /&gt;because it will build your strength and character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful for your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;They will teach you valuable lessons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-4856104306587985152?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/4856104306587985152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=4856104306587985152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/4856104306587985152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/4856104306587985152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/11/be-thankful.html' title='Be Thankful'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-5841844204131505969</id><published>2008-11-27T11:36:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T12:02:00.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving To Me</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been three weeks since I last posted?!?! I was feeling kind of down after the election - I thought it was from being homesick and tired of Nairobi and working at the museum. I'm sure those all played a part, but then I started having the symptoms that I remember all too well from being sick with a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giardia_lamblia"&gt;parasite&lt;/a&gt; last summer. After a week of that (along with a lot of denial) I gave in and started taking a 'just in case' supply of medication that I had. The medication, obviously, works by killing the parasite. This means there are all sorts of unpleasant side-effects to the human as well. So I went through all that and finished the medication on Monday. I have not been feeling any better so I finally decided to see a doctor today but for various reasons that went nowhere. And my symptoms are consistent with the parasite I had last summer but the medication I took does not seem to have worked. So this afternoon I went to the 'chemist' (pharmacist) and got another drug. It's a single-dose treatment, where you take 4 pills at once, and can be pretty sick for the next 24 hours because the drug is so strong. I was reading the accompanying info and it spoke about 'toxicity levels', which is really not something you want to read about when it comes to medicine you're about to take. I spent most of the day at home and am about to take a bath and give myself plenty of time to sleep tonight so that hopefully I will feel better when I wake up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am envious of all the good food that people in the US will be eating (and enjoying) today. After the chemist I went to the market and made myself a Thanksgiving-inspired dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SS7PvW8CfDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1NMrOM62XBg/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SS7PvW8CfDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1NMrOM62XBg/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273380626215631922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-5841844204131505969?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/5841844204131505969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=5841844204131505969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/5841844204131505969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/5841844204131505969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving-to-me.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving To Me'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SS7PvW8CfDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1NMrOM62XBg/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-2831472724758300980</id><published>2008-11-06T11:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:31:40.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Onion</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;Black Man Given Nation's Worst Job&lt;/h2&gt;WASHINGTON—African-American man Barack Obama, 47, was given the least-desirable job in the entire country Tuesday when he was elected president of the United States of America. In his new high-stress, low-reward position, Obama will be charged with such tasks as completely overhauling the nation's broken-down economy, repairing the crumbling infrastructure, and generally having to please more than 300 million Americans and cater to their every whim on a daily basis. As part of his duties, the black man will have to spend four to eight years cleaning up the messes other people left behind. The job comes with such intense scrutiny and so certain a guarantee of failure that only one other person even bothered applying for it. Said scholar and activist Mark L. Denton, "It just goes to show you that, in this country, a black man still can't catch a break."&lt;img src="http://www.theonion.com/content/themes/onion/assets/terminator.gif" alt="" class="terminator" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/news_briefs/black_man_given_nations"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.theonion.com/content/news_briefs/black_man_given_nations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;Nation Finally Shitty Enough To Make Social Progress&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/news/nation_finally_shitty_enough_to"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.theonion.com/content/news/nation_finally_shitty_enough_to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;Bush: 'Can I Stop Being President Now?'&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/news/bush_can_i_stop_being_president"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.theonion.com/content/news/bush_can_i_stop_being_president&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-2831472724758300980?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/2831472724758300980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=2831472724758300980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/2831472724758300980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/2831472724758300980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/11/from-onion.html' title='From The Onion'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-527557907719341601</id><published>2008-11-06T10:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:10:36.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a good day to be an American abroad</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I've been able to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenya is engulfed in Obama-mania, as I heard someone refer to it. The president declared today a national holiday so the museum was closed and we had the day off. On the streets, amidst all the Swahili spoken around me I can constantly pick out the word 'Obama'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And living in DC just got a whole lot more exciting too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-527557907719341601?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/527557907719341601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=527557907719341601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/527557907719341601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/527557907719341601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-is-good-day-to-be-american-abroad.html' title='Today is a good day to be an American abroad'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-7308968324120371343</id><published>2008-11-04T12:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:36:13.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Night</title><content type='html'>I'm going to bed early because I'm getting together with some Americans at 6am tomorrow for a breakfast election party. We're hoping that we'll wake up to a new president...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-7308968324120371343?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/7308968324120371343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=7308968324120371343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7308968324120371343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7308968324120371343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-night.html' title='Good Night'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-4739840646394007006</id><published>2008-11-02T09:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T11:03:09.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in Africa, Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SQ2-Nl7SUUI/AAAAAAAAADk/dpA_VYZ6oVg/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SQ2-Nl7SUUI/AAAAAAAAADk/dpA_VYZ6oVg/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264072680194330946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's a monkey* on my balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SQ2-Osjkr-I/AAAAAAAAADs/JlSx5NNw3_Y/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SQ2-Osjkr-I/AAAAAAAAADs/JlSx5NNw3_Y/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264072699153788898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And there are the remains of it's snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bananas aren't from my kitchen, but, needless to say from now on I'm going to be a lot more careful about leaving my balcony door open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*http://www.kenyabeasts.org.uk/four.htm&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down to 'Sykes Monkey'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-4739840646394007006?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/4739840646394007006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=4739840646394007006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/4739840646394007006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/4739840646394007006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/11/only-in-africa-part-ii.html' title='Only in Africa, Part II'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SQ2-Nl7SUUI/AAAAAAAAADk/dpA_VYZ6oVg/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-8079332700793151617</id><published>2008-11-02T07:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T07:12:15.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in Africa</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was walking by one of the busiest, nastiest roundabouts you can imagine and in between the cars there was a guy on a bike with crates piled up about eight feet high over the rear rack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-8079332700793151617?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/8079332700793151617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=8079332700793151617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8079332700793151617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8079332700793151617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/11/only-in-africa.html' title='Only in Africa'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-9086270797531209075</id><published>2008-10-28T12:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:09:52.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of Time</title><content type='html'>Looking back, my original plan to stay in Nairobi for only three weeks seems extremely foolish. I've been here for just over that amount of time and am about halfway through the work I need to do. I've found that it's difficult to estimate how much time it will take to study a fossil collection, and another student at the museum who is here for an entire year told me that she was advised to figure out how much time she thought she would need and to double it. Because you never count on days like I had today - where I spent the morning running around town printing and xeroxing the application materials for a research permit, and then spent the afternoon identifying pieces of rhinoceros bones. There are about 200 bone fragments that I need to identify as either hippo or rhino, and unless you are really familiar with those animals the way to do that is to figure out which bone your fragment is from and then compare it with the relevant bone from both a hippo and a rhino to see which one it resembles. Second to elephants, the white rhino is the largest terrestrial animal alive. The osteology department has skeletons of rhinos arranged in big boxes and on shelves. So imagine going through boxes pulling out these huge and heavy bones and you can see why I only made it through about 1/5th of the work I had intended to do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was walking home at dusk, freaking out at how little work I had gotten done...and I thought, okay, I have the money, I don't need to be back in DC for anything...so I am going to give myself the gift of time and stay in Africa as long as it takes me to get through my dissertation work and not worry about it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-9086270797531209075?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/9086270797531209075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=9086270797531209075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/9086270797531209075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/9086270797531209075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/10/gift-of-time.html' title='The Gift of Time'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-7307924233940639384</id><published>2008-10-26T12:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:37:41.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Nairobi</title><content type='html'>Life in Nairobi is good. I'm working like crazy and decided to extend my trip, partly because there are more fossils to study than I anticipated and also because I'm really enjoying being here, which is kind of surprising. I was in Nairobi last summer for four or five weeks and was dying to leave towards the end of my trip, which is why I had planned a shorter visit this time. I think a big difference is that this time I have my own apartment, and last summer I was staying at a place with my professors and other students and post-docs - all a great crew, but let me tell you, sharing a bathroom with one of your professors and her husband, and seeing your advisor first thing in the morning when you go the kitchen to make coffee were not super-pleasant experiences. Oh, and I also caught the parasite last summer too. This time I am boiling all of my water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I will be the first to admit that I am leading a really sheltered life here. I basically just go back and forth between my apartment and the museum and don't have to deal with 'real' Nairobi too much (more about that later). I'm staying in a beautiful apartment that charges about what I pay for my rent in DC, but has, I kid you not, daily housekeeping service (which is why my bed is made), a pool, and on-site laundry service. I also have a huge balcony where I've been doing yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SQSmJXKDCyI/AAAAAAAAACs/WKbSfbWsUCg/s1600-h/DSCN3957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SQSmJXKDCyI/AAAAAAAAACs/WKbSfbWsUCg/s320/DSCN3957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261512944440773410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from my balcony - the pool is in between the two buildings. I went for a swim this afternoon, which is, frankly, how I'd like to be spending my time in October in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SQSmK3XZaGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XUfNT6yhjtw/s1600-h/DSCN3961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SQSmK3XZaGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XUfNT6yhjtw/s320/DSCN3961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261512970266568802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-7307924233940639384?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/7307924233940639384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=7307924233940639384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7307924233940639384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7307924233940639384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-in-nairobi.html' title='Life in Nairobi'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SQSmJXKDCyI/AAAAAAAAACs/WKbSfbWsUCg/s72-c/DSCN3957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-884996930200232362</id><published>2008-10-24T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T13:23:24.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>David Sedaris on Undecided Voters</title><content type='html'>“I look at these people and can't quite believe that they exist. Are they professional actors? I wonder. Or are they simply laymen who want a lot of attention? To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. "Can I interest you in the chicken?" she asks. "Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it? To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-884996930200232362?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/884996930200232362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=884996930200232362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/884996930200232362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/884996930200232362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/10/david-sedaris-on-undecided-voters.html' title='David Sedaris on Undecided Voters'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-133238876789119272</id><published>2008-10-21T14:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:31:00.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you've been working too much when....</title><content type='html'>....you're walking barefoot in your apartment and step on a tiny flat rock that your shoes probably dragged in and you start examining it because it looks like a flake from a stone tool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-133238876789119272?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/133238876789119272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=133238876789119272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/133238876789119272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/133238876789119272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-know-youve-been-working-too-much.html' title='You know you&apos;ve been working too much when....'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-74419848341489043</id><published>2008-10-19T11:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T11:40:08.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No messin' around</title><content type='html'>I had been advised to avoid being in Nairobi during the rainy season - late October through December. And I can see why - there's no messin' around when it rains here. Sheets and sheets of water come down, but usually for an hour or less. And these are only the 'short' rains - I can't imagine what the 'long' rains (April-June) are like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-74419848341489043?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/74419848341489043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=74419848341489043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/74419848341489043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/74419848341489043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-messin-around.html' title='No messin&apos; around'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-5162520029319840483</id><published>2008-10-13T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:46:36.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tina Fey on Sarah Palin</title><content type='html'>'If she wins...I'm leaving Earth.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-5162520029319840483?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/5162520029319840483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=5162520029319840483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/5162520029319840483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/5162520029319840483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/10/tina-fey-on-sarah-palin.html' title='Tina Fey on Sarah Palin'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-5918029639612629048</id><published>2008-10-10T12:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:18:15.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>$1 = 73KSh (Kenyan Shillings)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SO-NM1b-UoI/AAAAAAAAACk/puiUTLekCzU/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SO-NM1b-UoI/AAAAAAAAACk/puiUTLekCzU/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255574541807014530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do the math.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-5918029639612629048?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/5918029639612629048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=5918029639612629048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/5918029639612629048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/5918029639612629048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/10/1-73ksh-kenyan-shillings.html' title='$1 = 73KSh (Kenyan Shillings)'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SO-NM1b-UoI/AAAAAAAAACk/puiUTLekCzU/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-605927245123959694</id><published>2008-10-08T12:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:13:40.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Bloom</title><content type='html'>Ah, Kenya. The land where there are no crosswalks and red lights and car lanes are optional. Forget assaults, beatings, kidnappings - the biggest danger in Nairobi, by far, is getting hit by a car. Or more likely a matatu, which is a banged-up minivan used as a taxi that fits about, oh, twenty-five people, and the driver always speeds like he's just escaped from prison. Makes crossing the street quite an adventure and probably takes a couple years off my life every time. Choking on the polluted air, that's another danger. Needless to say, both of these factors make spending time outside rather tricky, which is a shame because October is a beautiful month to be here - it's springtime and the weather is mild and the flowers are in full bloom and the colors are gorgeous at sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the occasional hiccup things are going well - I have an office at the museum with plenty of lab space, which means that I can work after hours and go in on the weekend. The work is going exceptionally well - have some interesting fossils and am reminded why I fell in love with paleoanthropology in the first place. I've been working long hours and am considering extending my stay here by a week as there is quite a bit of material and my plans for South Africa seem like they're getting a bit complicated. And complicated is the last thing I want right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-605927245123959694?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/605927245123959694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=605927245123959694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/605927245123959694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/605927245123959694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-bloom.html' title='In Bloom'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-5020226256697487339</id><published>2008-10-07T02:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T03:02:36.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>The museum now has wireless internet. This is a place that barely has electricity and toilet paper. Seven years ago, the first time that I visited Kenya, we had to go to a shopping center in another part of town to use an internet cafe. Five years ago, the second time that I was in Kenya, an internet cafe closer to the museum had opened. Last year, for the first time, the apartment building had wireless internet. And now the museum. Wow, how times have changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-5020226256697487339?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/5020226256697487339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=5020226256697487339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/5020226256697487339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/5020226256697487339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/10/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-1300269115221984612</id><published>2008-10-06T14:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:39:27.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrived</title><content type='html'>Ah, Kenya. Land of the cheerful people and the dusty and rattling cars. There is such a distinct smell to Nairobi - unlike anything I have experienced before. It smells spicy and earthy and like a burning campfire, and it hit me the second I walked off the plane. I made it to Nairobi okay but unfortunately one of my pieces of luggage has not. By sheer dumb luck the checked piece that did arrive had the most important stuff in it - toiletries, socks and underwear and the food that I had packed for the night I arrived. Good reminder to pack more carefully next time. I got in late on Sunday night after 19 hours on three different planes with next to no sleep and no food (I'd rather starve than eat most airplane food). So I got to my apartment, had a little food and a quick shower, and had to be up 8 hours later to go to the museum. I woke up feeling not so great, undoubtedly due to the lack of food and sleep, but still trudged to the museum to meet with the department heads and get everything organized. I was there for a few hours and started to feel worse and worse, attempted to go to a restaurant for some food (long and bad story), and by the time I got home was massively sick. But I took a bunch of pills, slept all afternoon, went out for dinner and made it to the grocery store so things should run a bit more smoothly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying in a great apartment and should be set up with an office in the museum tomorrow. Today I found about 3/4 of the fossils that I need to study, which is an exceptionally good start to my time here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-1300269115221984612?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/1300269115221984612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=1300269115221984612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/1300269115221984612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/1300269115221984612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/10/arrived.html' title='Arrived'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-7328002111644170131</id><published>2008-10-03T15:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:38:58.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'Life is just one damned thing after another'</title><content type='html'>I thought this quote was by Winston Churchill though apparently it's from Elbert Hubbard. Not that this sentiment hasn't been expressed by just about every person on the planet at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in DC for four days and am leaving for Kenya tomorrow. In the past four days I've had to deal with getting a visa for Mozambique, putting together an application for a research permit in Kenya, going to a travel clinic for updated immunization shots and malaria medicine, calling my insurance to get a three-month supply of prescriptions, dealing with GW bureaucracy to get reimbursed for travel expenses, going to the dentist, making doctor's appointments for when I come back, meeting at the Smithsonian with my dissertation co-chairs, organizing my research for Kenya and South Africa, making hotel reservations and other travel plans, registering with the US embassies abroad, seeing friends, trying to squeeze in yoga classes, etc etc etc. Today, as I was running around, it really hit me that it is never going to end. I've chosen to have an active life, I'm a 'doer', and things will probably never. slow. down. for. me. If I wasn't traveling I'm sure I'd be running around doing something else. So, it's time for me to stop waiting for things to calm down and instead find a way to not let the business in my life overtake me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think that for the next few months, perhaps the next year, I need to do some major simplification of my life. Finishing my dissertation, yoga/meditation, friendships, and preparing for the next phase of my life. And that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-7328002111644170131?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/7328002111644170131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=7328002111644170131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7328002111644170131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7328002111644170131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-is-just-one-damned-thing-after.html' title='&apos;Life is just one damned thing after another&apos;'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-1272049748489118162</id><published>2008-09-29T17:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:04:20.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>100% Happy</title><content type='html'>The reason I have not posted lately is that… I was having such a good time in Berlin that I didn’t want to sit down and write about it. I just wanted to live it. I feel such good energy in this city and it really resonates with my own energy and connects me to myself. I keep reminding myself that my life should always feel this way. I stayed with a student from Bolivia and we immediately became great friends and had fun hanging out at her place and going out in the city. I met a romantic interest who, if you can believe it, is a German Buddhist poet who spent the last year traveling in India and has the same Buddha statute in his apartment as I do. I spent a lot of time at a great coffee shop using their wireless internet and went to some really fun places in the city, some new ones and some that I had been to before. On Saturday I spent the afternoon lying in the sun in the Tiergarten park. The work at the museum was long and intense but fun and rewarding and I have more ideas for future research projects that I could do with the collection there. I’ve been meditating a lot and am feeling relaxed and have found my center again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s amazing the connection that I have with this city. When I think of what I love about the city – the deep history, the acceptance, the individuality, the self-expression, they are all qualities that are important parts of myself. Aside from the times that I have spent in cities on the beach, I have never felt so at home somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than one week I’ll be in Nairobi via a few days in DC…looking forward to the adventures to come. I think a challenge for myself in the next few months is going to be to stay connected with myself and stay in the present moment while I’m doing so much traveling and going to so many different places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-1272049748489118162?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/1272049748489118162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=1272049748489118162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/1272049748489118162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/1272049748489118162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/09/100-happy.html' title='100% Happy'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-5064857886573150556</id><published>2008-09-23T11:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:40:31.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Joe</title><content type='html'>'It's not every day you get to see an African-American man spank a white senior citizen on live network TV, so you should all definitely join in for the fun.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(regarding the upcoming Obama-McCain debate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-5064857886573150556?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/5064857886573150556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=5064857886573150556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/5064857886573150556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/5064857886573150556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-joe.html' title='From Joe'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-2516391689619225934</id><published>2008-09-16T08:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:55:40.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Au Revoir and a Sweet Story</title><content type='html'>Today is my last day in France. I had many idyllic moments here but overall it was not the vacation that I had hoped for. A lot is changing in my family and I think it is difficult for everyone to deal with. It's been an interesting parallel with the changes that are going on in my own life and how I am dealing with those. It's also been an excellent opportunity to practice all sorts of lessons such as appreciating the positive and letting go of the negative, staying centered in an unpleasant situation, how people create drama for themselves and, as a personal note to myself, how freaking unpleasant it is to be around someone who is unhappy and stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while it was not the vacation that I had been looking forward to perhaps it was the vacation that, on some level, I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have many good times though and one especially sweet story sticks out in my mind. We have a fancy new espresso machine that I initially was afraid to touch but is so easy to use that my 7-year old niece can and in fact does use it to make espresso for the rest of us. She was making me a drink one afternoon and I told her that the best possible way to wake Aunt Catherine up in the morning would be to come to my room with a cup of espresso. And sure enough, on the mornings that Mei Li was here there was a knock on my door followed by a little girl in pajamas handing me a steaming cup. Truly one one of the sweetest ways I know of to start out the day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-2516391689619225934?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/2516391689619225934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=2516391689619225934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/2516391689619225934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/2516391689619225934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/09/au-revoir-and-sweet-story.html' title='Au Revoir and a Sweet Story'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-7643569109256546231</id><published>2008-09-16T08:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:44:03.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Elise</title><content type='html'>'Yesterday I started my happiness log.  That's where I write down any happy thoughts/things from the day.  I'm trying to voice those instead of the unhappy ones.  So far I feel great so I hope the happiness log continues to keep me positively focused.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise is not a yoga friend but grew up with Buddhist parents. This reminds me that I am surrounded by interesting and introspective and inspiring people - I love that I have friends who do things like this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-7643569109256546231?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/7643569109256546231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=7643569109256546231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7643569109256546231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7643569109256546231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-elise.html' title='From Elise'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-8997535128193237203</id><published>2008-09-08T12:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:09:10.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better than a raise</title><content type='html'>I received a very thoughtful email from one of my former students about an experience he had in a political science class this semester. The professor asked the class a question and, he writes: "I waited a moment, though I had a question already burning in my head, to hear what my classmates had to say. They all gave good answers at which point the professor politely nodded and dutifully wrote them on the board, but I still had one problem... The answers were perfect if we were only considering American cities formed during the industrial revolution. I finally asked the question that your class helped me write, "are we considering cities in the 19th and 20th century, or throughout human evolution?" Instantly, the professor perked up and began to engage us in the conversation that he really wanted to have. I chimed in a little with some of the knowledge you gave me this summer as well as with some of my past experiences and readings. Now, I do think I would have been instantly skeptical of this question never having taken your class, BUT, I would not have had the words or the breadth of evidence to ask it, I might have kept quiet. It's as if something about the question bothered me and you helped me put my finger on it, turn it around, and make it work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like writing this email to let you know that today, in a real way, one of your students used something he learned in your class to further his education and hopefully the education of 29 other people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a teacher, this is just about the most meaningful thing you can hope to hear. It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; from the student who asked me out, but still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-8997535128193237203?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/8997535128193237203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=8997535128193237203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8997535128193237203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8997535128193237203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/09/better-than-raise.html' title='Better than a raise'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-7831639682145866982</id><published>2008-09-04T14:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T14:46:37.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parallel Universe</title><content type='html'>I arrived in France a few days ago and am in the midst of my parallel life. Today, for example, I had espresso and an almond croissant for breakfast, walked to the market with my mom, took a walk in the vineyards, had quiche and vintage reserve wine for lunch, hung laundry in the attic (we don't have a dryer), ironed towels, sheets and pillowcases (because everything's stiff when it's line-dried), read and sipped tea in a lounge chair snuggled under a blanket (it's already fall here), did yoga under a huge skylight during a torrential downpour, and had soup and more wine for dinner. Yes, people really live like this here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, in other exciting news.....a family member in the village now has wireless internet! Which makes it easier for me to get on-line using my own computer :) I guess I'm still an American at heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-7831639682145866982?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/7831639682145866982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=7831639682145866982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7831639682145866982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7831639682145866982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/09/parallel-universe.html' title='Parallel Universe'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-2233766146236382452</id><published>2008-08-28T12:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:30:17.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Astrological Reading</title><content type='html'>I was about to publish a post titled 'The year of hard knocks' that was basically another 'woe is me' post - Mike and I are broken up, I'm approaching the end of my dissertation, I've decided to leave DC but I don't know what I'm doing with my life.....all endings that are pretty hard to deal with. It made me think if my astrology session, which I haven't yet blogged about, so here we go. We talked about three main things during my session: the signs in my natal chart, the alignment of the planets in my natal chart, and future planetary transits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three main signs in a chart: the sun, the ascendant, and the moon. The combination of these three signs (among other things) is what makes a person unique, and explains the difference among people of the same sun sign. My sun is in Cancer, my ascendant is Virgo and my moon sign is Aquarius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always seen how I am very much a Cancer - sensitive, moody, empathetic, emotional, imaginative, caring, nurturing. The sun sign is your true nature, your heart, how the people who know you best see you. Cancer is said to be the most enigmatic of the signs due to the seeming contradictions - the need for closeness, the need for independence; the desire to nurture a home life, the desire to travel and seek adventure; the desire to care for, the desire to be cared for; a desire for stability, an initiator of change. Yes, yes, yes, all of that describes me. The ascendant sign is how you present yourself to the world, the first impression that people have of you. Virgo is meticulous, critical, detailed, orderly, caring, earthy, nurturing ('beautiful earth woman' is how she put it), a perfectionist, and finds meaning through serving others. Oh, and they are huge worriers. In many ways Cancer and Virgo reinforce many of the same traits. In fact, I read that their approach to change is a deep desire to seek safety where Cancer clings to the past and Virgo worries about the future. Virgos are also said to be the great synthesizers of the zodiac - focused on putting every piece into its place in order to understand the whole. My moon is in Aquarius. The moon sign describes how you approach your emotions. I've never understood how an Aquarian moon fits with my personality - because I am far from the typical Aquarian traits - but the astrologer said that this moon sign gives me a mental approach to my emotions, where I am able to step back and articulate how I am feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second aspect we talked about was the planetary alignment in my natal chart. This refers to how the planets were aligned at the time of your birth. There are a million things that I could go into but I will just touch on a few. A significant aspect is that Saturn and Mars are next to each other (conjunct) in my first house, which is interesting because they have different energies and are thus an unusual pairing. Saturn is about hard work, discipline and responsibility while Mars is about fire, passion and energy. Having them so close together means that if they are not working together they can cancel each other out - where Mars makes me want to express myself but Saturn holds me back. Managing these two energies is supposed to get easier as you get older and can allow you to use your energy in a very focused way. There are several signs that indicate the importance of my life path as an inner calling and that my career and relationships with others will need to relate to this for me to feel fulfilled. As with the sun signs, I have quite a bit of opposing energy in my chart that can help me to feel balanced and more whole if the energy is properly managed or can cause a lot of inner conflict if it is not in harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, we talked about my future planetary transits, or how the planets will align in my near future. It so happens that I have a very, very, very significant event coming up: Saturn Returns. This refers to the time when the planet Saturn returns to the place where it was when you were born. Saturn is the most slow-moving of the planets and it takes 28-30 years to fully circle your chart. Saturn represents the limitations in your life - which on first glance can sound restrictive, but this allows you to focus your energy and gives your life direction and meaning. The Saturn Returns event represents a hugely significant time in your life where you have already gone through the experiences that it takes to become an adult and where you consciously choose your life direction and take your place in the world. An interesting aspect in my chart is that Saturn is in the 1st house - the house of self, personal identity, new beginnings. Currently, and over the last few years, Saturn has been moving through my 12th house - the house that represents death, letting go, karmic energy, lessons learned. So as the astrologer put it, this a a 'double whammy' for me - not only am I experiencing the Saturn Returns event, but it is cycling through some major houses of karmic death and rebirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am interested to hear if any of you experienced the effects of Saturn Returns around the age of 29......?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-2233766146236382452?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/2233766146236382452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=2233766146236382452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/2233766146236382452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/2233766146236382452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/08/astrological-reading.html' title='Astrological Reading'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-1929539596523558738</id><published>2008-08-24T21:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:09:45.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The day nothing went as planned</title><content type='html'>And that describes my Sunday. It started waking up with a cold, which I think I got either from the toxins swirling around my body after getting a massage yesterday or the fact that I've gotten to bed late and tipsy the past few nights and have not been using the neti pot. In any case, I have a summer cold. And I locked myself out of my apartment, so instead of doing what I had planned for the day you can guess how I spent the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few days I've been realizing that mentally, I am already &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt;. The most important things for my trip are taken care of and I'm past the stress, and am feeling excited and happy to be traveling soon. This doesn't really fit with trying to be present and completely in the moment, but on the other hand traveling internationally for such a long time is a huge adjustment - different language, surroundings, people, food, customs, etc. So I've been justifying my mental state by saying that it's preparing me for my big trip. Well, the yoga gods had a chuckle over that one because today brought me back to the present with a big jolt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-1929539596523558738?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/1929539596523558738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=1929539596523558738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/1929539596523558738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/1929539596523558738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-nothing-went-as-planned.html' title='The day nothing went as planned'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-1523618436538420515</id><published>2008-08-23T01:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T01:25:37.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart Apple</title><content type='html'>I have a new MacBook and let me just say, wow. I was planning on spending time this weekend setting up my new laptop and transferring the files from my old one, but all I had to do was connect the two laptops and everything transferred automatically. Absolutely ridiculously easy. Almost frighteningly easy because I feel like the computer is way smarter than I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-1523618436538420515?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/1523618436538420515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=1523618436538420515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/1523618436538420515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/1523618436538420515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-heart-apple.html' title='I Heart Apple'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-7056893037214919226</id><published>2008-08-20T18:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T01:16:44.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oy vey</title><content type='html'>Ack! So much to do!!! Just booked my ticket to Kenya - it's a 20 hour flight. Yes, 20 HOURS. Am having trouble finding a place to stay in Berlin as once AGAIN, I will be there during the f****** marathonstrecke (Berlin marathon). Trying to track down obscure German paleontology articles from the 1930s and 1940s at the Smithsonian libraries. Trying to translate (mmm, that's ambitious - more like trying to understand) the ones that I do have (feels like a treasure hunt where all the clues (words) are floating around until finally they come together in a way that I can understand). Figuring out which research files I need to take to Berlin without having an entire suitcase full of paper that I will then have to drag around Europe. Writing Chapter 4 (yes, Chapter 4!!) of my dissertation. And my health insurance expires tomorrow, naturally. And I have a grant report due for a grant that I was awarded but have yet to receive the money for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm SO looking forward to being in France and doing ridiculous things like lying in a meadow during the middle of the day, eating pastries for breakfast and drinking wine at noon, hiking in the forest until I find a quiet, sunny spot to read and eat some more pastries, picking blackberries and maybe raspberries and plums, and, most importantly, being disconnected from the internet and most other technology! Because who needs an iPhone when you're in a tiny village surrounded by vineyards?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-7056893037214919226?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/7056893037214919226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=7056893037214919226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7056893037214919226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7056893037214919226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/08/oy-vey.html' title='Oy vey'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-7069080792091907974</id><published>2008-08-19T21:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:07:42.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'Life is a series of uncomfortable yoga poses'</title><content type='html'>I listened to a short talk by Darren Main yesterday (an amazing yoga teacher and writer whom I've quoted on this blog before) and he said something along the lines of the above quote. A typical Darren Main thing to say, as he's a funny guy who has a great way of conveying yogic principles in a humorous and accessible way. I went to a yoga class tonight and was focusing on breathing through a difficult pose when I thought of his words. My breath has been pretty shallow and strained lately, which is a direct reflection of the stress and worry in my mind. I'm definitely feeling the tension in my body, and one of the reasons I wanted to go to class tonight was to regain a sense of breathing deeply and fully. But why limit practicing breathing through difficult situations to 75 minutes a day? There's certainly ample opportunity for this in the non-yoga class parts of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link to Darren's talk - click on the 'play' icon and then 'yoga for stress'.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.yourhealthconnection.com/topic/mmyoga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw one of my friends who told me a funny story - we had seen each other on the street a few days ago and she was with a male friend. After we waved she told him that she knew me from the yoga studio. To which he responded, 'I can tell, she has a great a**.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-7069080792091907974?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/7069080792091907974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=7069080792091907974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7069080792091907974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7069080792091907974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-is-series-of-uncomfortable-yoga.html' title='&apos;Life is a series of uncomfortable yoga poses&apos;'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-6673723697178936298</id><published>2008-08-17T23:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:22:05.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarification and Clarity</title><content type='html'>Let me clarify - I am too old to be teaching a night class that meets two hours a night, four days a week, filled with sprightly 19-21 year olds who are at the peak of their day instead of ready to  have a drink and unwind like I am at 6pm. But the class is over and I received some very nice emails from a few students and certainly learned a lot from this teaching experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also really tough for me to teach on top of working on my dissertation and planning for my upcoming trip. A classic case of 'Catherine thinks she can carry three times her body weight' where I manage but barely. This weekend was the first since the month of MAY that I didn't have to prepare any lessons for the upcoming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a lot of time this weekend meditating and doing yoga and am feeling SO much better than I have in the past few weeks. When, when, when will I learn that I have to keep up these practices daily? Because I really can't function at 100% if I don't. So, that is my goal for the upcoming two weeks as I get ready for my big trip. I'm feeling inspired and motivated about attaining whatever I feel so passionate about after watching the intense focus of my new boyfriend, who just won eight gold medals at the olympics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-6673723697178936298?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/6673723697178936298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=6673723697178936298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/6673723697178936298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/6673723697178936298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/08/clarification-and-clarity.html' title='Clarification and Clarity'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-6853562208628178033</id><published>2008-08-16T14:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T15:01:48.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'How can I just let you walk away...'</title><content type='html'>I heard this piece on the radio this morning and thought it was freakin' hilarious, the funniest thing I've heard in a long time. Girl goes through break-up, finds comfort in the sappiest of sappy songs, and talks to Phil Collins about it. Maybe you have to be getting over a break-up to fully appreciate it.....but if you're in the mood, click on the 'Full Episode' link on the left-hand side of the page, fast forward to 5 minutes, and listen to as much as you can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.thislife.org/Radio_Episode.aspx?episode=339&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-6853562208628178033?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/6853562208628178033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=6853562208628178033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/6853562208628178033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/6853562208628178033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/08/youre-oh-so-gone-and-im-oh-so-sad.html' title='&apos;How can I just let you walk away...&apos;'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-3030875466798575247</id><published>2008-08-13T16:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T16:13:39.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Too Old To Be Teaching A Night Class</title><content type='html'>And that's the name of that tune.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-3030875466798575247?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/3030875466798575247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=3030875466798575247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/3030875466798575247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/3030875466798575247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-too-old-to-be-teaching-night-class.html' title='I Am Too Old To Be Teaching A Night Class'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-8000840972639377789</id><published>2008-08-09T11:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T14:51:21.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncommon Focus</title><content type='html'>From an article in today's Washington Post on the mental powers of Michael Phelps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Along with an unburdened mind and an uncommon focus comes a complete absence of fear.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving DC in three weeks for a three-month trip to Europe and Africa. I could use some uncommon focus as I'm daunted (uh, super scared and worried) by all that I need to do before I go. I'll just have to keep thinking of Michael Phelps, which really is not a bad thing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-8000840972639377789?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/8000840972639377789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=8000840972639377789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8000840972639377789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8000840972639377789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/08/uncommon-focus.html' title='Uncommon Focus'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-7274878606898248675</id><published>2008-08-06T17:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T14:56:19.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom From the Undergrad Crew</title><content type='html'>As a student pointed out in a homework assignment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It wasn't as though modern humans woke up one morning reciting poetry and painting their own Mona Lisa's.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, change usually happens slowly......sometimes very very slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addendum: Oh, my students say the funniest things. Since there's a lot of contradictory evidence in paleoanthropology (or, to be more precise, little evidence and a multitude of conflicting interpretations) I tend to phrase homework assignments and quiz questions along the lines of 'Given the evidence surrounding XX issue, which argument do you find most compelling and why?' I get lots of creative answers from the undergrad crew, to say the least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-7274878606898248675?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/7274878606898248675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=7274878606898248675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7274878606898248675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7274878606898248675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/08/words-of-wisdom-from-undergrad-crew.html' title='Words of Wisdom From the Undergrad Crew'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-1740369623607862196</id><published>2008-08-05T13:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T13:45:53.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Surprise</title><content type='html'>I submitted a dissertation completion schedule to my committee a few weeks ago and just received feedback from my chair. He thinks my timeline is a bit too ambitious and is urging me to consider graduating in February 2010, instead of July 2009 as I had planned. Not sure how I feel about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did describe my dissertation research as 'interesting, complex and innovative' though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-1740369623607862196?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/1740369623607862196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=1740369623607862196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/1740369623607862196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/1740369623607862196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-surprise.html' title='Big Surprise'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-5183567113627666015</id><published>2008-08-04T11:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:25:05.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Buddha</title><content type='html'>I was just looking out the window and remembered a conversation I had with my friend Kevin, aka Buddha, a few weeks ago when I was in the midst of my rough teaching experience. I was asking him all sorts of questions (which I don't even remember now, but probably along the lines of 'Why me, why is this happening to me') hoping to get a concrete response from the wise one that I could use to make sense of it all. Rather, he gently said, 'Maybe those aren't the questions you should be asking.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting to reflect on when we get so caught up in our own stories, so caught up in trying to understand them. Maybe those aren't the questions that we should be asking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-5183567113627666015?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/5183567113627666015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=5183567113627666015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/5183567113627666015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/5183567113627666015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-buddha.html' title='From the Buddha'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-7793376024364979491</id><published>2008-08-01T22:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:32:49.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the Looking Glass</title><content type='html'>'A boat beneath a sunny sky,                    &lt;br /&gt;Lingering onward dreamily                    &lt;br /&gt;In an evening of July --                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long had paled that sunny sky:&lt;br /&gt;Echoes fade and memories die.                    &lt;br /&gt;Autumn frosts have slain July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still she haunts me, phantomwise,                    &lt;br /&gt;Alice moving under skies                    &lt;br /&gt;Never seen by waking eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming as the days go by,&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming as the summers die:                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever drifting down the stream --                    &lt;br /&gt;Lingering in the golden gleam --                    &lt;br /&gt;Life, what is it but a dream?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the yoga studio after 8 tonight and it was already getting dark as I made my way home. Seems like it was just yesterday that the long summer days stretched out in front of me and late into the evening. Now summer is coming to an end, in more ways than one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-7793376024364979491?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/7793376024364979491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=7793376024364979491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7793376024364979491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7793376024364979491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/08/through-looking-glass.html' title='Through the Looking Glass'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-3211905153645907855</id><published>2008-07-29T17:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T17:13:39.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Kevin</title><content type='html'>'Create art, practice yoga, express love'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-3211905153645907855?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/3211905153645907855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=3211905153645907855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/3211905153645907855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/3211905153645907855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-kevin.html' title='From Kevin'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-6105210679654521590</id><published>2008-07-22T20:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:26:13.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet music to a teacher's ears</title><content type='html'>'It makes so much sense when you explain it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Wilmer, undergraduate student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-6105210679654521590?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/6105210679654521590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=6105210679654521590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/6105210679654521590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/6105210679654521590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweet-music-to-teachers-ears.html' title='Sweet music to a teacher&apos;s ears'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-8667432953503671422</id><published>2008-07-20T23:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:57:17.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Farm Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SIQAdFJUD7I/AAAAAAAAACc/LQQG0x4qUbA/s1600-h/P7180937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SIQAdFJUD7I/AAAAAAAAACc/LQQG0x4qUbA/s320/P7180937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225301967254065074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany wrote a terrific post about our day at Bigg Riggs Farm - check out the link below. She has really gotten into the local food scene and has a fantastic blog about her adventures in shopping and cooking with local foods (and to think that when we first lived together she went to McDonalds and didn't recycle!) (Just had to throw that in, Tiff :). Stay tuned, a guest piece by moi has been in the works for sometime. Oh, and she forgot to mention that we ended the day at a local diner in Somewhere, W. VA. with hush puppies (for her), a baked potato (for me) and two slices of yummy homemade pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got carried away by the sight of all the fresh produce and bought about 20 lbs of peaches for a price so low I wasn't sure I'd been clear that I wanted the biggest bag of fruit. So many peaches that on my metro ride home a stray peach toppled out from the top of the bag and started rolling around under the seats. Oops. Luckily I ran into one of my yoga friends as I was exiting the metro and he helped me carry my bags of treasures home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://virginiafoodie.typepad.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-8667432953503671422?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/8667432953503671422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=8667432953503671422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8667432953503671422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8667432953503671422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/07/farm-girls.html' title='Farm Girls'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SIQAdFJUD7I/AAAAAAAAACc/LQQG0x4qUbA/s72-c/P7180937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-2467895457568316979</id><published>2008-07-18T20:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T21:14:56.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell It Like It Is</title><content type='html'>What a week. So emotional, and I've found it challenging to stay balanced. Class went a lot better though. My aunt 'tell-it-like-it-is' Liz encouraged me to immediately address with the class what had gone wrong last week. My initial reaction was along the lines of 'That's the last thing I want to bring up again.' But I did - at the beginning of class on Monday I told them it was great they asked so many questions, but we were falling behind and I had not explained things as clearly as I would have liked. So I asked them to please limit their in-class questions to ones that were directly relevant to the lecture so that I could ensure we covered all of the material that we needed to. They responded very well and class went smoothly the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, one of my students felt so comfortable that he asked me out for a drink. For a split-second the thought of taking refuge from the ups-and-downs of the week in the arms of a tall, dark, muscular Colombian sounded quite appealing. Only for a split-second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my former roommate Tiffany and I spent the day at a farm in West Virginia. It was beautiful and a lot of fun and a great way to start off the weekend. She took lots of pictures so I'll post those and write about it soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-2467895457568316979?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/2467895457568316979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=2467895457568316979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/2467895457568316979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/2467895457568316979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/07/tell-it-like-it-is.html' title='Tell It Like It Is'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-8775358130102978832</id><published>2008-07-15T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:25:09.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragic News</title><content type='html'>I received some very sad news this morning. One of my friends and anthropology mentors from ASU died in a motorcycle accident yesterday. He was on his way to work and collided with a truck, killing him instantly. He was a gentle, thoughtful, considerate, and caring human being known for his integrity and work ethic. He was also a brilliant young scientist who made many significant research contributions to our discipline. In addition to the personal tragedy of his death, science has suffered a huge blow with the loss of this exceptional human being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-8775358130102978832?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/8775358130102978832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=8775358130102978832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8775358130102978832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8775358130102978832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/07/tragic-news.html' title='Tragic News'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-8548209049124415097</id><published>2008-07-13T22:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:00:11.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching - Take Two</title><content type='html'>My heart has been racing this evening at the thought of going back to the classroom tomorrow. I called some fellow teacher-friends to get some advice on regaining confidence after a failed teaching experience, and was just looking at my face in the mirror as I was getting ready for bed and thought of the following: 'Courage is not the absence of fear, it is doing what you are afraid to do.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no question that I'm learning.....I guess that's what these experiences are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lovely weekend - my grandmother and aunt Steph came to visit, and we had a great time relaxing, reading newspapers, eating, and visiting the monuments. It was really nice to have company in my apartment and spend some time with family, especially after the week I had. Because family loves you and thinks you're great no matter what you do :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-8548209049124415097?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/8548209049124415097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=8548209049124415097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8548209049124415097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8548209049124415097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/07/teaching-take-two.html' title='Teaching - Take Two'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-3693755762188319088</id><published>2008-07-11T10:29:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:59:46.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Go: Advice from a Leo</title><content type='html'>I taught the worst class of my entire life yesterday. And have I mentioned that the class is two hours long? I won't go into detail, but I arrived already feeling flustered and it went downhill from there. I was really upset and frustrated and angry with myself when I left, and when I found myself laying in bed still thinking about it at 1am I called a friend on the west coast to vent and get it off my chest. His advice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It sounds like you need to let it go.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh, yeah. But how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Put it in perspective. It's a few hours in one day of one class in one year that's just one part of grad school.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And when they ask questions that go beyond the basic knowledge you have of material that's outside of your field, it's perfectly reasonable to say 'That's an excellent question that's beyond the scope of this class' or 'I'd like to know the answer to that too - can anyone look into that and report back to the class?' And if they ask you questions that you should be able to answer it indicates you're not as prepared as you need to be and so you should work on that.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: But I feel like a bad teacher and that as college students paying for this class, they deserve better. I'm dreading going back on Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're what they've got. And Monday is a fresh start.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: This makes a lot of sense. I don't feel like it's such a big deal anymore. Thanks, I think I can fall asleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so interesting to see how people can have different reactions to/perspectives on the same event depending on their personality and general outlook. I'm especially intrigued by this after my astrology reading earlier this week - my friend is a Leo, a sign that exudes confidence as naturally as the rest of us breathe.  I'm a Cancer with Virgo rising, the two biggest worriers and self-critics of the zodiac (anyone surprised?) More thoughts on this to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-3693755762188319088?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/3693755762188319088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=3693755762188319088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/3693755762188319088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/3693755762188319088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/07/let-it-go-advice-from-leo.html' title='Let It Go: Advice from a Leo'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-8905377317878118794</id><published>2008-07-10T13:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T14:43:19.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wikipedia, my new best friend</title><content type='html'>On Monday I started teaching a new class - same subject matter but a new group of students. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Very&lt;/span&gt; different from the first group. There are almost twice as many, mostly males (which, though the feminist in me hates to admit, generally leads to more questions, discussion and opinions), and they seem more motivated and interested in learning purely for the sake of knowledge. They're keeping me on my toes, to say the least. I've already been caught off guard many times (e.g., How long [in real time] does it take for a cell to divide? Do the different processes of cell division happen at different rates? How did different chromosome numbers between species evolve?) - all excellent questions I would love to know the answers to. So I've started going over my powerpoint slides in minute detail before every class, googling every single question I can think of that the students might ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-8905377317878118794?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/8905377317878118794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=8905377317878118794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8905377317878118794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8905377317878118794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/07/wikipedia-my-new-best-friend.html' title='Wikipedia, my new best friend'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-8051838400727797684</id><published>2008-07-06T14:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T14:52:07.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Earth...Yes, please</title><content type='html'>I'm currently re-reading 'A New Earth' (recommended by Oprah and my dad), which I'm finding to be a very powerful book. Especially powerful considering how easy it is to read it, absorb and be awed by the lessons, carry a fresh outlook into your daily life, and promptly forget what you've learned until you find yourself drawn to the book again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-8051838400727797684?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/8051838400727797684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=8051838400727797684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8051838400727797684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8051838400727797684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-earthyes-please.html' title='A New Earth...Yes, please'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-4293104496372270320</id><published>2008-07-04T10:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T10:48:48.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek'</title><content type='html'>As a birthday present I decided to see an astrologer, which is something that has always intrigued me. Several friends have seen this particular woman and have raved about her insight. She has this quote by Joseph Campbell as her signature, which is making me look forward to my appointment even more.....I'm excited to see what I will learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-4293104496372270320?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/4293104496372270320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=4293104496372270320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/4293104496372270320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/4293104496372270320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/07/cave-you-fear-to-enter-holds-treasure.html' title='&apos;The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek&apos;'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-5515118058749077970</id><published>2008-07-03T11:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T11:14:01.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile in Your Liver</title><content type='html'>Sometimes my meditation practice can seem rather heavy, so this morning I followed the advice of the Balinese medicine man from EPL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'To meditate, only you must smile. Smile with face, smile with mind, and good energy will come to you and clean away dirty energy. Even smile in your liver.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-5515118058749077970?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/5515118058749077970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=5515118058749077970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/5515118058749077970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/5515118058749077970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/07/smile-in-your-liver.html' title='Smile in Your Liver'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-380355278676372262</id><published>2008-07-01T22:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:37:16.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Bliss</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been a wonderful celebration. I was going to have a low-key year but my extraordinary friends had other plans, so it's turning into a birthday week. Sunday evening some French friends cooked a delicious meal that included two bottles of champaign and a menu that I could write an entire post about. The day itself was filled with more friends and vegan cupcakes to boot. I truly received the best presents that can be given - phone calls and emails and hugs and kisses from friends near and far, blessings of abundant love, caring, friendships, and amazing souls in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-380355278676372262?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/380355278676372262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=380355278676372262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/380355278676372262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/380355278676372262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthday-bliss.html' title='Birthday Bliss'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-951686493625125754</id><published>2008-06-27T10:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:25:06.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Action Shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SGT2U55OH4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/7KH0uB0-pLM/s1600-h/Picture+11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SGT2U55OH4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/7KH0uB0-pLM/s320/Picture+11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216565107400515458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SGT2rHpDxxI/AAAAAAAAACE/VPW58MOTZFI/s1600-h/Picture+12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SGT2rHpDxxI/AAAAAAAAACE/VPW58MOTZFI/s320/Picture+12.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216565489047947026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SGT2rjFkzYI/AAAAAAAAACM/HfzzsJay3ns/s1600-h/Picture+13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SGT2rjFkzYI/AAAAAAAAACM/HfzzsJay3ns/s320/Picture+13.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216565496415309186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SGT2r0-kyoI/AAAAAAAAACU/e2LJ1lLoUNo/s1600-h/Picture+14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SGT2r0-kyoI/AAAAAAAAACU/e2LJ1lLoUNo/s320/Picture+14.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216565501217786498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A photographer came to my class last week to take pictures for the university - here's the link if you'd like to see me in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://kevinallenphoto2.com/anthropology&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-951686493625125754?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/951686493625125754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=951686493625125754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/951686493625125754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/951686493625125754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/06/action-shots.html' title='Action Shots'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9CJtLncYlkE/SGT2U55OH4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/7KH0uB0-pLM/s72-c/Picture+11.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-2653341109373043767</id><published>2008-06-26T15:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:33:00.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Done!!!</title><content type='html'>I just submitted the final grades for my anthropology class. Off to go celebrate at the garden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-2653341109373043767?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/2653341109373043767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=2653341109373043767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/2653341109373043767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/2653341109373043767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/06/done.html' title='Done!!!'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-3708044328987300153</id><published>2008-06-25T22:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:33:16.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>City Life, Country Mind</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling rejuvenated from my weekend in the country -- was at a house atop a hill overlooking a valley near Franklin, W. Va. It was beautiful and quiet and still and peaceful and I was in the company of good people. Went on some hikes, did some yoga, listened to Neil Young, but mostly let myself be enveloped by the stillness, vastness and openness of the surrounding valleys, fields and trees. Also started reading 'A New Earth' while sitting on a sunny rock in the middle of the forest, which was ridiculously perfect. Pics to come soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-3708044328987300153?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/3708044328987300153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=3708044328987300153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/3708044328987300153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/3708044328987300153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/06/city-life-country-mind.html' title='City Life, Country Mind'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-8350553581158351888</id><published>2008-06-21T13:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T13:25:21.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids these days</title><content type='html'>A student (Travis) sent me this email today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the help, I put the lab in your mailbox yesterday, see ya monday!&lt;br /&gt;--travholla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, polite, whatever. But can you imagine talking to one of your college professors so informally?? Many students send me emails with words spelled 'gotta, gonna' and that start out with 'Hey Catherine, what's up?'. Perhaps I'm an old fuddy-duddy, but it always surprises me when they write like this. Is it a generational thing - are younger people going to address their supervisors, bosses, like this too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-8350553581158351888?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/8350553581158351888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=8350553581158351888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8350553581158351888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8350553581158351888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/06/kids-these-days.html' title='Kids these days'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-1574960547333729422</id><published>2008-06-20T14:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:23:17.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If I had more self-confidence, I would....</title><content type='html'>About a year ago I came across the idea of asking yourself this question when you're struggling or going through a rough time...and I have to say that EVERY SINGLE TIME my answer (the first one that comes to mind) has been exactly what I need to do. I don't always listen that closely and it can take time to actually do it, but the answer has always been spot on. And sometimes the answer is 'Nothing' when I'm happy and content and engaged with my life. It's an interesting exercise, one that I've found forces you to be honest with yourself (especially when you don't want to).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-1574960547333729422?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/1574960547333729422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=1574960547333729422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/1574960547333729422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/1574960547333729422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-i-had-more-self-confidence-i-would.html' title='If I had more self-confidence, I would....'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-3989335133086436218</id><published>2008-06-19T21:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:04:57.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask and you shall receive</title><content type='html'>I'm completely burned out after a pretty challenging week, and last night I was thinking about how nice it will be to have this weekend to relax and renew...and was promptly asked if I was interested in a trip to a house in West Virginia with 'an indoor pool and hot tub and an amazing yoga studio.' This could not have come at a better time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-3989335133086436218?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/3989335133086436218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=3989335133086436218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/3989335133086436218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/3989335133086436218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/06/ask-and-you-shall-receive.html' title='Ask and you shall receive'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-7119981049627499332</id><published>2008-06-18T21:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:24:15.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'Be willing to die, so that you might live'</title><content type='html'>I read this line in a poem by Goethe a few days ago and it has really refreshed my perspective on change. Letting go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a form of death, but it allows for rebirth as well. This comes up in the garden all the time - pulling up plants that are nearing their end in order to sew seeds that will lead to new life. All very poignant for me right now as I struggle to loosen many attachments in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-7119981049627499332?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/7119981049627499332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=7119981049627499332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7119981049627499332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7119981049627499332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/06/be-willing-to-die-so-that-you-might.html' title='&apos;Be willing to die, so that you might live&apos;'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-7984805831242000372</id><published>2008-06-17T14:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T14:40:54.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Breath</title><content type='html'>I had a student say something rather rude to me after class today regarding a quiz that I had just handed back. I stood there for a while in shock, and was strongly tempted to stop by ABP for a brownie and vanilla latte to make myself feel better. But I calmly walked back to my office, talked with one of my professors to get it off my chest, and am back at my desk ready to prepare my lesson for tomorrow. Though part of my ego is shrieking 'Those little f@%&amp;amp;*s, I don't want to spend the afternoon working for them", my inner voice is repeating the mantra "My job is to teach the students, not to have them like me" (see the very first post of this blog).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-7984805831242000372?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/7984805831242000372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=7984805831242000372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7984805831242000372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7984805831242000372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/06/deep-breath.html' title='Deep Breath'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-7117665565830707640</id><published>2008-06-14T22:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T20:52:19.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden Toddler</title><content type='html'>This morning I harvested pac choi, pulled up red lettuce plants, tilled and fertilized a 3x8 foot box plot, planted collard and mustard greens, seeded a half-dozen varieties of squash, and braided garlic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been volunteering at a local garden for the past few months that donates the harvest to not-so-well off members of the community. I love it for many reasons - I get to sit on the ground and get my hands dirty (reminds me of archeology), I'm learning a lot about plants and growing food, and I've met some great people outside of my usual circle of friends. I usually go during the week, which is nice because it's a small group of people and we kind of take a look around and do what needs doing. Which for me, usually means weeding (I love it, it indulges my perfectionist side) or thinning (mmm, I don't do so well with this kind of tough love) or desuckering (which we've decided is the greatest gardening term ever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also try to go on Saturday mornings if I get up early enough and I don't have other plans. I made it over today and it's a totally different atmosphere on the weekend - many more people, and tasks are written on a whiteboard so it's much more planned and a lot gets done. It also means that I end up doing a wider variety of things, like trying to figure out, with an elderly African-American woman who has lived in the neighborhood since 1952, how one braids garlic plants to hang and dry. Um, until very recently I didn't even know that garlic came in any other form than the flaky bulbs that you buy at the supermarket. I'm really enjoying learning in this community environment, and can't wait for the day when I can have my own garden that consists of more than herbs on my windowsill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-7117665565830707640?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/7117665565830707640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=7117665565830707640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7117665565830707640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7117665565830707640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/06/garden-toddler.html' title='Garden Toddler'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-8097272777490956549</id><published>2008-06-13T15:59:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T23:38:13.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>Fear. What a funny, strange, powerful thing.  After a week of steady dissertation progress I've found myself at a standstill the past few days. Reflecting on the week, where I found out that my fellowship will end (for. good.) after July of next year, I realized that I didn't want to work on my diss because I'm afraid of what will happen when I finish. And if I don't work on it I won't finish, so I won't have to make any big decisions about where I want to live and apply for jobs, right? Ha! When I think about leaving DC one of the biggest things that holds me back is my beautiful, sunny, rent-controlled apartment in Dupont Circle. I'm afraid that if I move I won't find another place as nice as this, EVER. Uh, yeah, that's not silly at all. My number one reason for not wanting to end things with Mike was that I was terrified of what life would be like without our relationship, and now I'm happier with my life than I've ever been. Aargh! How often does fear hold you back without you realizing it? I'm ready to slap the sneaky bastard upside the head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-8097272777490956549?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/8097272777490956549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=8097272777490956549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8097272777490956549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8097272777490956549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/06/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-6111024553607397698</id><published>2008-06-11T20:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:34:28.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Neighbor</title><content type='html'>My new neighbor, who is tall, nice, and oh so good-looking knocked on my door this evening to borrow my laundry card. We'd met in the elevator a few days ago and we talked in my entryway for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's gay, like 98% of the cute and friendly guys in my neighborhood. His boyfriend was with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-6111024553607397698?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/6111024553607397698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=6111024553607397698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/6111024553607397698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/6111024553607397698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-neighbor.html' title='Hello Neighbor'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-7231198233243233928</id><published>2008-06-10T19:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:40:12.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heat Wave Ho-Hum</title><content type='html'>Not much going on here. The weather in DC is ridiculous. Unbelievably hot and muggy with occasional torrential downpours. Apparently it's even been foggy in the morning, though I'm not out early enough to see that. I'm spending a lot of time preparing for my class, trying to sleep enough and eat healthy, attempting (sometimes successfully) to meditate and stay centered. It's so easy to get distracted though, between the uncomfortableness of this heat and life's daily challenges (such as having a gas leak in my oven on a Sunday afternoon, the A/C in my office that's been broken for the past two weeks, students explaining why they missed the quiz yesterday and that they're happy to make it up whenever is convenient for me). Today I dealt with the challenges by coming home at 3pm, having a margarita and two big helpings of ice cream. Hmmmm, interesting choice. Well, I'm about to head off to Kevin's 8:00pm Yoga 2 class, which is always a good way to hit the re-set button.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-7231198233243233928?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/7231198233243233928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=7231198233243233928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7231198233243233928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7231198233243233928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/06/heat-wave-ho-hum.html' title='Heat Wave Ho-Hum'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-8618273645505618833</id><published>2008-06-04T21:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:09:14.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flexing my 'No' muscle</title><content type='html'>I have been saying 'No' all day. At times to other people, but mostly to my own mind. No, I am not going to take on that responsibility. No, I am not going to bend over backward to accommodate another person. No, I am not going to check my email every three minutes. No, I am not going to think that after work I can meet a friend for tea, stop by the farmers market, pick up some contact solution, and have enough time to cook dinner, grade papers, and prepare my lesson for tomorrow. And most importantly -- No, I am not going to worry about that. No, I am not going to think that thought. No, I am not going to let my mind wander off in that direction. No, I am not going to get sad or upset by that situation. No, I am not going to lose myself to the irritation I feel from another person's actions. No, I am not going to be distracted from what is in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about time I started working out again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-8618273645505618833?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/8618273645505618833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=8618273645505618833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8618273645505618833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/8618273645505618833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/06/flexing-my-no-muscle.html' title='Flexing my &apos;No&apos; muscle'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-3821460727411438460</id><published>2008-06-03T14:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:41:11.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder Woman</title><content type='html'>I secretly think I'm Wonder Woman. It's so secret that I usually forget about it, but my subconscious uses this belief as its guiding principle. I don't harbor illusions that I can fly or win street flights or look good running around in bikini bottoms. Rather, I believe that I am able to do an infinite and endless amount of anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Wonder Woman crashes down to earth, flying straight into the ground in ruins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent part of the day feeling frustrated with my inability to do everything that I try to do and also believing, really believing, that I am capable of doing everything that I take on. I know that getting over this frustration isn't a matter of prioritizing or organizing or spending even more time working - it's a matter of setting boundaries, sticking to them, saying no, and not feeling bad about it. Recognizing that I've been speeding in the offramp lane to craziness and deciding to find the nearest onramp back to peace of mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-3821460727411438460?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/3821460727411438460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=3821460727411438460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/3821460727411438460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/3821460727411438460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/06/wonder-woman.html' title='Wonder Woman'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-6165668440220491518</id><published>2008-06-01T01:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T11:56:30.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SATC</title><content type='html'>Last night I saw the Sex and the City movie with some girlfriends and one brave boy. I loved it. Of course I'm not an objective viewer, and I can't objectively say whether it was an objectively good film, but that's not the point. The point was the talented writers and actresses and movie-people that created a real and emotional connection to the characters and their stories. Yeah, they had over-the-top sex and over-the-top fashion and unrealistic apartments and jobs. But they also had deep, solid friendships, and explored the realities of love - the good, the bad, and the perplexing in-between - in an unbelievably honest, realistic, un-sugarcoated way. In the TV series the girls each had strong, defining identities and personalities and spent the run of the show looking for true love and men who were strong enough to be by their side. At the end of the series, and in the film, they have each found the love they've always wanted and the men they've always dreamed of. The fantasy has been fulfilled, and then comes the reality of...did I sacrifice myself in the process of getting what I thought I always wanted? The four girls (or only three of them, really) struggle, each in their own way, with having found love and life with a partner but having lost much of themselves in the process. The main theme of the movie, in my mind, was finding the balance of a passionate relationship and building a life with another person while being passionately yourself and staying true to who you are. My favorite line from the film was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Don't give up who you are just because you're afraid.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who never saw the show but assumed to know it from the title, or were put off from the snippets they did see, the excessive sex and fashion and glamor were never the point of the show, or what made women devotees of the series. The point was exploring and dealing with and thinking about life's hard, gritty questions in a way that didn't make you want to jump off a bridge. Two of of my favorite lines from the TV series are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love.'&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-6165668440220491518?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/6165668440220491518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=6165668440220491518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/6165668440220491518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/6165668440220491518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/06/from-satc.html' title='SATC'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809641.post-7276905078297356342</id><published>2008-05-30T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:46:28.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Aunt Liz</title><content type='html'>"Working on your dissertation is like eating a shit sandwich: the best part is when it’s over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt Liz told me this a few years ago and I’ve thought about it oh, daily, ever since.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809641-7276905078297356342?l=cathyogini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/feeds/7276905078297356342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809641&amp;postID=7276905078297356342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7276905078297356342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809641/posts/default/7276905078297356342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathyogini.blogspot.com/2008/05/from-aunt-liz.html' title='From Aunt Liz'/><author><name>catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03724241501208525918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6782/1757/1600/Picture%207.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
