<?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-7062052370487409893</id><updated>2012-02-08T09:13:37.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms Moblog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>283</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-5398755802649907910</id><published>2011-06-17T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T09:13:37.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it was simply time for a change...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;From now all new mobile and web-based posts will be at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplyfrances.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7017/6642170853_dd57827f74_o.jpg" width="125" height="125" alt="simplyfrancesbuttoncopy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This site will remain up as an archive.&lt;br /&gt;Much bloglove at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-5398755802649907910?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/5398755802649907910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/06/it-was-simply-time-for-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5398755802649907910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5398755802649907910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/06/it-was-simply-time-for-change.html' title='it was simply time for a change...'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-3055734593964510899</id><published>2011-06-10T19:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T16:23:23.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven times Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is said that our lives change completely every seven years.&amp;#160; As I look over my own timeline I see that this is very true in my own case.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now at seven times seven I am making a few changes in my online life.&amp;#160; So stay tuned for some brand new blogs. Ms Moblog, blogjem, Just Expressing Myself will stop being updated for an indefinite period of time.&amp;#160; I have chosen the name 'simply frances' for my new personal blog, and I hope to have it up and running in a short while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look forward to sharing with you for the next seven years and more!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-3055734593964510899?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/3055734593964510899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/06/seven-times-seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/3055734593964510899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/3055734593964510899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/06/seven-times-seven.html' title='Seven times Seven'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-4791731425419339061</id><published>2011-06-09T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T19:13:36.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a couple making out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got your attention right?&lt;br&gt;Actually there is a young couple to my right setting some sort of record for longest kiss on the 7 train.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm heading home to a Manhattan skyline filled with lightning flashes.&amp;#160; Thank you god(desses) for ending the heatwave. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm dressed like a Filipino milk maid today in a hankerchief blouse with drawstring neckline and cotton crop pants.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The blouse is a light green sprinkled with little red flowers, and just wearing it makes me smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The 7 train travels mostly above ground, and every time the car door open there's a burst of rain scented breeze.&amp;#160; Yummee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to shoot out an email to my blog buddy Carrie tonight.&amp;#160; Her graphic and design skills keep my blogs pretty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's time to give things a bit of a shake around here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's my stop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Much bloglove from the big city.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-4791731425419339061?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/4791731425419339061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/06/there-couple-making-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/4791731425419339061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/4791731425419339061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/06/there-couple-making-out.html' title='There&amp;#39;s a couple making out...'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-2923044149694509086</id><published>2011-06-06T07:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T07:34:35.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from the futon 06.06.11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Decided to stay in this morning to sort out my thoughts - there's quite a few of them to deal with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am alone in my apartment save for the AC's roar.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I sit on my futon, quiet my mind and open myself up to the particular message the Universe has for me at the moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's about faith.&amp;#160; I believe that whatever course of action or non-action that I have to take will be clear in a little while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-2923044149694509086?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/2923044149694509086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/06/from-futon-060611.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/2923044149694509086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/2923044149694509086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/06/from-futon-060611.html' title='from the futon 06.06.11'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-3547412882811619426</id><published>2011-06-03T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T19:44:54.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When last I left you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was toddling through the Museum of Natural History.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would you believe I was back the next day?&amp;#160; Friends from Israel wanted to visit both the Museum and the adjoining Planetarium.&amp;#160; And I was more than happy to show 'em Frances-style.&amp;#160; You would think I built the place myself I am so proud of it.&amp;#160; But then again it's been one of my favorites for 40 years now!&amp;#160; Wow.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday to Friday was back to back projects by day, and very little sleep at night.&amp;#160; I did manage to regenerate myself with 7 hours or so last night, and if I am lucky there will be 7 more tonight.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have Sunday to myself, and I'm thinking afternoon marathon of either movies or a TV series I haven't seen yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A new book for the Kindle app sounds good too.&amp;#160; I'm thinking 'Chocolate and Vicodin' by Jennette Fulda.&amp;#160; Cool title, huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right now I am sitting in a dead noisy family-style restaurant in the heart of Little India.&amp;#160; I'm the only single diner here, and the only Westerner.&amp;#160; Every table has at least two kids.&amp;#160; Everyone is talking loudly and at once, and the varied dialects come together in one song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time to pay my check, and head home to a warm bubble bath.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be well all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-3547412882811619426?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/3547412882811619426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/06/when-last-i-left-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/3547412882811619426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/3547412882811619426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/06/when-last-i-left-you.html' title='When last I left you...'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-5482182897356600052</id><published>2011-05-29T11:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T11:51:55.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from the Cafe on One...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm at&amp;#160; Museum of Natural History chilling out with a fruit cheese platter and a Diet Coke before I go check out The Largest Dinosaurs and Frogs exhibit.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Having a farewell dinner with my young friend from Israel.&amp;#160; She just graduated from University, and will be heading back to Israel to join the army.&amp;#160; I had thought she would be here for another summer.&amp;#160; Bummer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, Dino time.&lt;br&gt;Til later amigos e amigas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-5482182897356600052?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/5482182897356600052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/05/from-cafe-on-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5482182897356600052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5482182897356600052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/05/from-cafe-on-one.html' title='from the Cafe on One...'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-7730533768537757927</id><published>2011-05-27T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T19:05:41.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Chillin' Locally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Having a cocktail or two and chatting it up with Chef A &amp;amp; Barman B at that little place in my neighborhood where everyone knows my name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a pretty calm day until the final hour when everything and everyone just went nutty.&amp;#160; I took a deep breathe and auto-piloted here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A couple of nights ago I ordered a new Kindle book 'Half-Assed - a weight-loss memoir.'&amp;#160; I'm reading here and there throughout my day, and it's quite good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My own weight-loss project is not going as well as I would like.&amp;#160; But then again - does anyone's?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Internet and it's many bloggers are a constant source of inspiration, and I remain ever hopeful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, gotta get my rear in gear and get outta here.&amp;nbsp; Much to do tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Give you all anothet holler soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-7730533768537757927?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/7730533768537757927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/05/just-chillin-locally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/7730533768537757927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/7730533768537757927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/05/just-chillin-locally.html' title='Just Chillin&amp;#39; Locally'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-4080745107278230316</id><published>2011-05-25T18:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T18:51:17.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more out the door</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another shopping bag full of 'stuff' made it's way to the Salvation Army today.&amp;#160; It's all part of the lighten the load plan.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow the spinnee thing goes.&amp;#160; I'm not quite sure what 'it' officially is, but it's definitely some sort of storage device.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Think leather open-ended box that spins on a lazy susan base.&amp;#160; It didn't cost me anything.&amp;#160; I got it when an aquaintance's office closed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why I wanted it I will never know, but there's another home waiting for it out there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sitting in a local Subway sandwich shop.&amp;#160; Dinner was the Veggie Delight or is it Delite?&amp;#160; Whatever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just thinking about a little scene that played out in a store I was in this afternoon.&amp;#160; A fellow I have a nodding acquaintance with came in to get a little free AC.&amp;#160; I noticed he had two bandages on his neck, and jokingly asked if a vampire got him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He launched into a dramatic take of a girlfriend's husband coming home and stabbing him in the neck.&amp;#160; A pretty young girl immediately began to sympathize.&amp;#160; After she left he laughed and told me he had just scratched himself.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why the big story?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Cause he knew he would get her attention.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Men!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sign me &lt;br&gt;Shaking my head in Manhattan.&lt;br&gt;Ciao&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-4080745107278230316?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/4080745107278230316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/05/more-out-door.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/4080745107278230316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/4080745107278230316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/05/more-out-door.html' title='more out the door'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-5351449113835545171</id><published>2011-05-24T18:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T18:52:22.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a Domestic Dolly Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two loads of whites running while watching a soap.&amp;#160; Well actually it's the season finale of 'Glee,' but honestly does it get any soapier than this over the top group of high school kids?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kids are in New York for finals.&amp;#160; Rachel has just met her idol Miss Patty Lupone by chance at Sardis.&amp;#160; There's sure to be a lot more chance encounters and magical only in New York moments before the hour is up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Til later my darlings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-5351449113835545171?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/5351449113835545171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/05/having-domestic-dolly-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5351449113835545171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5351449113835545171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/05/having-domestic-dolly-moment.html' title='Having a Domestic Dolly Moment'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-5789329312165777410</id><published>2011-05-22T15:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T15:31:11.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would someone please pinch me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dinner with grrls in a half hour.&lt;br&gt;Italian.&lt;br&gt;Part of my roots people.&lt;br&gt;It's been an exceptional day.&lt;br&gt;Perhaps I'm still asleep.&lt;br&gt;Got the primo table at Starbucks.&lt;br&gt;A seat on the crosstown bus.&lt;br&gt;Found exactly what I wanted at Modells, and it was on sale!&lt;br&gt;And when the very helpful sales associate carried my big package to the curb - a cab was waiting.&lt;br&gt;Smiles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-5789329312165777410?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/5789329312165777410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/05/would-someone-please-pinch-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5789329312165777410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5789329312165777410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/05/would-someone-please-pinch-me.html' title='Would someone please pinch me?'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-5136873039414152055</id><published>2011-05-19T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T12:33:17.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The regularly scheduled programming is being interrupted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;to give the producer, director and star(?) a chance to get herself together.&amp;#160; And she is very not together today.&amp;#160; Her head is splitting, her eyes look like she's been in a prize fight and she can barely remember how to get herself dressed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She did manage to get mobile in hand, and tap out this post so all is not lost - yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The day is grey.&amp;#160; The world looks like a black &amp;amp; white movie, but that's the theme of classics right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We shall return with updates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ciao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-5136873039414152055?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/5136873039414152055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/05/regularly-scheduled-programming-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5136873039414152055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5136873039414152055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/05/regularly-scheduled-programming-is.html' title='The regularly scheduled programming is being interrupted'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-7841251429061608271</id><published>2011-05-14T23:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T00:10:52.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Attitude of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a 7 train headed towards Manhattan.&amp;#160; This line travels mostly above ground so my mobile stays online.&amp;#160; Just a minute or two ago after updating 'my status,'&amp;#160; I looked up and out the train window.&amp;#160; There waiting for me was the Manhattan skyline by night.&amp;#160; The Chrysler and The Empire State Buildings were gloriously lit up as usual.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's when the attitude of gratitude hit me - hard.&amp;#160; So much to be thankful for:&amp;#160; darling daughter, son-in-law, husband, the best best friend in the world, living here in NYC.&amp;#160; It's all good folks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm looking forward to sleeping late tomorrow.&amp;#160; There's a bag full of new facial goodies to try out - lol I need all the help I can get!&amp;#160; Later in the day I just might treat myself to a movie at the Quad or maybe the IFC Theatre.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like I said it's all good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And how are all of you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-7841251429061608271?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/7841251429061608271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/05/attitude-of-gratitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/7841251429061608271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/7841251429061608271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/05/attitude-of-gratitude.html' title='An Attitude of Gratitude'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-9017543796407312718</id><published>2011-05-07T23:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T23:06:41.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from the 7 train 05.08.11</title><content type='html'>Just heading back to Manhattan.  Dinner tonight was at temple - a vegetarian feast of South Indian fare. Our table was near a magnificent white Ganesh statue.  That photo will be my Mother's Day Momentile. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It was a nice ending to a quiet Saturday.  Actually no that's not entirely true.  There's something on my mind.  I had an opportunity to watch the news from India this evening.  It runs 'on a loop' so all the big stories repeat every half hour.  I saw a film clip of Osama Bin Laden watching himself on television several times over the course of a couple hours. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; He was sitting on the floor of a simple room.  A blanket wrapped round him for warmth.  Much was made about his beard being greyish white.  There was other footage of him camera ready; beard dyed black, pristine white robes and headpiece.  One clip was obviously him rehearsing.  The sound wisely removed by the US government.   &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; My two friends and I began to discuss our takes on the film.  One thought he should not have been killed, but taken prisoner and tortured every day of his life.  Another thought it would be interesting to study him.  They were curious about how 'just talking' to people could influence them to kill themselves and thousands of others.   &lt;br/&gt; Suddenly I flashed back to the Jones Town incident of my teen-age years.  Hundreds of people were talked into a mass suicide.  Parents fed their children poison laced punch, and then drank it themselves.  Charles Manson, the Davidians and the Nazis all took a turn on my mind's screen.   &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Now I am standing on an uptown bound train surrounded by teen-agers laughing and talking.  And I'm thinking that each and every mad man was a young person once.  What happened?  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Take care my friends take care. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-9017543796407312718?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/9017543796407312718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/05/from-7-train-050811.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/9017543796407312718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/9017543796407312718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/05/from-7-train-050811.html' title='from the 7 train 05.08.11'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-4637973595416616356</id><published>2011-05-04T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T19:49:48.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aren't they a beautiful couple?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;spotted at The High Line Park, Downtown Manhattan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J3ND7QRztJs/TcIPhswLGfI/AAAAAAAAAuA/2YY35MAc3gA/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J3ND7QRztJs/TcIPhswLGfI/AAAAAAAAAuA/2YY35MAc3gA/s400/033.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;italic&gt;click for a larger view&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/italic&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-4637973595416616356?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/4637973595416616356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/05/arent-they-beautiful-couple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/4637973595416616356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/4637973595416616356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/05/arent-they-beautiful-couple.html' title='aren&apos;t they a beautiful couple?'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J3ND7QRztJs/TcIPhswLGfI/AAAAAAAAAuA/2YY35MAc3gA/s72-c/033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-2763704456556020288</id><published>2011-05-04T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T15:45:05.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update - it's been a week already...</title><content type='html'>Last time I posted here I was putting the IPad to the test.  In the end I decided it's definitely worth the price.  I also decided that I wanted one with a camera, so I returned the original.  Having the one with camera means I can download photos from my digi camera on the go - major plus. The IPad2 is back ordered, but I expect one to be sent out to me within a couple of weeks.  The stores sell out of the 3Gs quickly, but ordering online gets you free delivery &amp; engraving.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend marked both my daughter's 28th birthday and 7th wedding anniversary.  Talk about your happy mom - I was reeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last few days I visited Coney Island,  the 'Echo' at Madison Square Park &amp; the High Line. You'll find photos of everything at blogjem http://blogjem.com &amp; Frances D's Posterous  http://francesd.posterous.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Echo is a public art exhibit.  It's a 44' - 44 FOOT  HIGH - sculpture of a nine year old girl's face in meditative pose.  As I approached the park I could see a huge snow white object in the center of the park, and I said, 'Photo opp yay!' out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coney Island's wonders included my first deep fried oreo.  I actually just showed a photo of said sinful treat to the chef here at the cafe.  The combination of Networked Blogs and the Facebook app for Android is a trip without luggage for this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am coming at you from my beloved Sidekick.  This is an old school one with the Blog Warrior app.  On 5/31 the app and all other Sidekick functions will cease forever.  The new Sidekick is an Android.  I hope the Blog Warrior app becomes a part of the Android Market soon; it's one of the best.  And believe me I know blogging apps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The High Line was were I spent the afternoon yesterday.  It's an elevated park that was originally a railway for deliveries to the Meat Market.  The views of the Village, the Hudson River and Lower Manhattan make it a must for visitors.  Lady Liberty is visible, as well as the top portion of the Empire State Building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am coming at you from that little out of the way cafe  in my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am thinking of going to the Museum of the City of New York.  Let me go check out the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-2763704456556020288?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/2763704456556020288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/05/update-it-been-week-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/2763704456556020288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/2763704456556020288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/05/update-it-been-week-already.html' title='Update - it&amp;#39;s been a week already...'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-8991011710673983657</id><published>2011-04-27T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T08:00:20.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting the IPad to the Test</title><content type='html'>I am at a local Starbucks in full social networking/blogging mode.  As you can see from the title I have an IPad with me.  Battery life is my biggest issue with mobile devices; and this one is supposed to have 10 hours of it.  Then again I use the keyboard a lot, so that's going to chop quite a bit off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, let's do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-8991011710673983657?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/8991011710673983657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/04/putting-ipad-to-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/8991011710673983657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/8991011710673983657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/04/putting-ipad-to-test.html' title='Putting the IPad to the Test'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-6701623938146599757</id><published>2011-04-26T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T14:04:53.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backward Glances Forward Moves</title><content type='html'>Sipping a Diet Coke. Just finished walking about a mile on the warmest day we have had so far this year.  The sunshine feels magical. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I'm working on one of those two books of autobiographical questions.  Eventually all the questions and answers will be posted on a password protected blog.  It's really important for my journey to start getting this stuff down.  What is it they say about an unexamined life?  Not worth living? I don't know if I would go that far, but a look back should help me resolve some issues so a move forward might be easier. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Okay, back to work. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Live Long &amp; Prosper&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-6701623938146599757?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/6701623938146599757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/04/backward-glances-forward-moves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/6701623938146599757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/6701623938146599757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/04/backward-glances-forward-moves.html' title='Backward Glances Forward Moves'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-5719199088784211581</id><published>2011-04-23T14:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T14:48:16.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Sleep No More</title><content type='html'>Making a second trip to 'lSleep No More' tonight.  There are many rooms I missed,  and many to be revisited.  And the graveyard, yes the graveyard is a must.  The grand ballroom and the forest await me as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first visit was two weeks ago, and it was totally on the fly.  I had been up since early, and instead of going home to rest I took a chance on getting a ticket to a completely sold out show.  Pleading my case to several staff members and a two hour wait did it.  Hey, I wouldn't have been me if I hadn't tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sleep No More' is a huge installation of over 90 plus rooms placed in a huge Chelsea Warehouse.  Performers drift and dance through a haunted hotel setting.  It's very film noir with a bit of Hitchcock and MacBeth.  You can follow or not.  There are no guides.  Everyone including you is masked, so you are very much alone in a large crowd.  There's a lovely bbar where you  can mingle with the ghostly staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can not wait to get there later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back - I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-5719199088784211581?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/5719199088784211581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/04/more-sleep-no-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5719199088784211581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5719199088784211581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/04/more-sleep-no-more.html' title='More Sleep No More'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-9022567807368959953</id><published>2011-04-19T12:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T12:54:41.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At long last a moment...</title><content type='html'>It's been non-stop bull**** all day long.  I had to recharge the phone before 1:30pm.  Everything is settled - for now.  I even managed to get the most important laundry done in all the chaos.  Second most important wash can be done tonight, if I remember the quarters.  Sometimes I laugh at myself for being so oddly organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am at the Something Palace on Amsterdam Ave.  It used to be the Silk Road, but the owner retired, so the new guy changed the name.  They kept the kitchen staff; so I'll live with the new canopy.  At my  favorite little corner table having a lunch special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's off again on again misty rain, but I am still taking a long stress busting walk.  My mind's screen is a muddled mess - gotta clear it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the day did have a highlight or two, including but limited to an encouraging message from a writer I met online.  Great gal, and she's coming to New York this summer.  Whooooohoooo.  You know when you that you're going to have a great meet up? That's how I feel about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was Nurse Jackie &amp; US of Tara.  Amazing stuff.  Jackie nearly lost her stash to a Church Bazaar &amp; her husband is trying to fix her boyfriend up with his sister.  Tara - well - it would take me all afternoon to write about what's going on there.  These two ladies make the price of Showtime well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of TV I watched The Ghost Whisperer on Netflix last night.  Understand I have been mostly out of the prime time loop for years now.  Before getting the DVR and Prime Time on Demand I only watched syndicated shows after 11pm.  This doesn't mean I am now totally TV addicted, but it is kinda nice to  sorta know who the Emmy winners are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to start stepping.&lt;br /&gt;See you later. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-9022567807368959953?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/9022567807368959953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/04/at-long-last-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/9022567807368959953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/9022567807368959953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/04/at-long-last-moment.html' title='At long last a moment...'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-4127028070806493265</id><published>2011-04-17T16:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T16:28:46.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Costs Belly-Dancing Babe Big Time</title><content type='html'>Someone left a newspaper on the bar here at UNOS.  It's been a while since I've handled one.  Whoa! A woman just lost a hefty divorce settlement because she posted photos of herself belly-dancing on a blog.  It seems she won the settlement based on being unable to work due to disability.  On the blog she claimed to have danced every day for three years.  &lt;br /&gt;In court she claimed she just undulates on her back as per doctor's orders.  The doc didn't back her up in court.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us do forget this medium is Universal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and just so you know UNOS has a gluten-free menu that includes PIZZA.  I'm going for a burger sans bun, with a side of their cranberry brown rice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop a movie - one ticket 13 bucks - Paul Giamatti in 'Win Win.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all have an amazing afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-4127028070806493265?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/4127028070806493265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/04/blogging-costs-belly-dancing-babe-big.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/4127028070806493265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/4127028070806493265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/04/blogging-costs-belly-dancing-babe-big.html' title='Blogging Costs Belly-Dancing Babe Big Time'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-9131786399525495785</id><published>2011-04-16T19:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T19:52:05.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Between the Raindrops</title><content type='html'>It's been a minute as the kids say - how are all of you? &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It's nothing but April Showers here in New York. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I took a second day for myself.  This morning I got up and did my taxes.  They're signed, sealed and ready for the Tax Day Trek to the Main Post Office.  Though honestly Tax Day at the Main Branch ain't what it used to be.  It's been years since I've seen someone set up a boombox with turbo speakers and yell out 'Everybody Conga'  Believe me there would be quite the line. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; As you may or may not know I was once a tax preparer.  That was back when I was young and really crazy.  These days I only do my own return. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; After taxes I watched one of my favorite actresses in one of my favorite movies; Jodie Foster in 'The Little Girl Who Lives Down The Lane.'    &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; A memorable phone call from my ashram days just flashed through my mind.  I was to meet up with someone who was going to drive a few of us to a satsang.  Asked to describe myself I gave the usual 'shoft, very full figured, dirty blonde with greenish eyes.'   &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; 'Oh yeah, I know you. You're the Jodie Foster type with the tough walk.' &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Can I tell you how I was not expecting that? &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; And with that I bid you all a good night.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-9131786399525495785?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/9131786399525495785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/04/running-between-raindrops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/9131786399525495785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/9131786399525495785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/04/running-between-raindrops.html' title='Running Between the Raindrops'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-3811933055941580064</id><published>2011-04-10T13:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T13:13:29.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from a Central Park bench</title><content type='html'>Been on the go since noon.&lt;br /&gt;Walked from my apartment to Museum of Natural History, where I stopped in to visit a display of Tibetan Thangkas with a focus on medicine &amp; a photo gallery  of the Incan Highway.  It helped re-energize these eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next stop was Central Park where I strolled up, down and all around till I landed on this bench near 59th &amp; 5th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to give my legs another half hour rest, then hop on the train for Queens.  It's the last night of Navaratri; tomorrow we break the fast with poori bread, black chick peas and jeera potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what you all are up to today.&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-3811933055941580064?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/3811933055941580064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/04/from-central-park-bench.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/3811933055941580064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/3811933055941580064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/04/from-central-park-bench.html' title='from a Central Park bench'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-2787388131249881438</id><published>2011-04-08T05:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T05:35:19.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just hanging out on my futon 04.08.11</title><content type='html'> &lt;br/&gt; Just posted at Facebook that something has to give weather-wise here in New York.  I dug out my big bottle of Jean Nate bath splash; it's scent reminds me of my 70's summers.  Ohmigosh now all those amazing summer hits are playing in my head. It's like one of those infomercials where you get 50 CDs for only three payments of... &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It's Friday so things will be busy for me.  I'm going to post to my fictional blog/add another chapter over at Text Novel.  When last we left the coffee bar the 'chai had hit the fan.'  http://www.observeconverse.com  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Time to start getting myself ready to go meet my ride.   &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Ciao for now.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-2787388131249881438?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/2787388131249881438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/04/just-hanging-out-on-my-futon-040811.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/2787388131249881438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/2787388131249881438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/04/just-hanging-out-on-my-futon-040811.html' title='just hanging out on my futon 04.08.11'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-7667724091240545298</id><published>2011-04-07T07:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T07:16:27.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from the Garden State</title><content type='html'>Stopped in at Starbucks for a chai and have chatted with at keast four acquaintances.  This never happens in New York.  For reasons unknown I never run into anyone I know at any coffee bar.  That's perfectly okay, because in New York I am there to write, read and blog. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It's a cold dreary Thursday.  During my downtime I am going to put together a new post for my fictional blog.  Yesterday we began to see what happens when a crush turns to obsession. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Okay, now you're all thinking about crushes past and present right? &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Okay, gotta motor. &lt;br/&gt; Much bloglove to all. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-7667724091240545298?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/7667724091240545298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/04/from-garden-state.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/7667724091240545298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/7667724091240545298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/04/from-garden-state.html' title='from the Garden State'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-2425563551219883085</id><published>2011-04-05T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T20:30:06.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rolling towards Manhattan</title><content type='html'>On the 7 train.  Went to Queens to the only restaurant I know that serves the special fasting tikis.  It's the second day of Navaratri, and even with limited food choices, there is an abundance of good spirits that more than makes up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading MacBeth this week.  There's this amazing IPhone app put out by Spark's Notes.  You get a split screen view of the play; one side is the original text, the other is in everyday English.  I'm enjoying MacBeth so much that I bought the other 17 plays.  They're just 99 cents each - a real value sayeth I ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today on blogjem I posted a very cool photo Etan sent me from India.  It's a rather large family sitting around watching a movie on a cell phone.  I also posted some shots  I took at the Museum of Modern Art on my Posterous blog. Note to myself: put a link to Posterous blog in my sidebars  While I'm at it I need to add a link to my new fictional blog Observe Converse; the first two posts are up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my name Frances and I'm a blog-a-holic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't mastered the linking process while mobile blogging, but if you feel like cut and pasting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://observeconverse.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://francesd.posterous.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the uptown 1 train.  All I can think about is a hot bath and some sleep.  Glee should be in the DVR, but think I'll wait until tomorrow night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my stop is soon.  Time to save draft till I'm above ground and can send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Long &amp; Prosper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I am watching Glee - I just luv the music on this over the top high school soap opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-2425563551219883085?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/2425563551219883085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/04/rolling-towards-manhattan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/2425563551219883085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/2425563551219883085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/04/rolling-towards-manhattan.html' title='rolling towards Manhattan'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-9038468397277365428</id><published>2011-04-02T17:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T17:32:48.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin' &amp; Rollin' towards New York...</title><content type='html'>This bus has a big-time case of the shakes.  This morning's affirmations worked big-time; it was a smile-filled day.  Hopefully the trend will continue.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-9038468397277365428?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/9038468397277365428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/04/rockin-rollin-towards-new-york.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/9038468397277365428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/9038468397277365428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/04/rockin-rollin-towards-new-york.html' title='Rockin&amp;#39; &amp;amp; Rollin&amp;#39; towards New York...'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-7133622168306913301</id><published>2011-04-02T06:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T06:24:21.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from a #5 bus rolling along Riverside Drive</title><content type='html'>Trying to ease myself into this day as gently as possible.  Yesterday was really weird.  Everything kept stalling, every other phone call was a hang up, lunch orders arrived completely wrong, even my phone charger went out on me.  Guess it was about right for April Fools Day.   Fortunately the next one is a year away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a new day.  The positive affirmations are flashing up on the sceen.  'You Frances will have a totally wonderful smile filled day.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's e-mail did have something very cool in it; a promo from NYC Halloween Haunted House's upcoming event.  Sixty people have received invites, but in the end only 20 will participate.   I am one of the 62 invitees. Will I be one of the 20?  Time will tell.  All I can do is wait for further instructions to come.  &lt;br /&gt;Just peeked in my email again - no further instructions - yet.  So far I have been to two Halloween and one Mid-Summer event.  It's scary as in wearing a Depends is not a bad idea kind of scary.  I can not wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend JJ laughingly calls Halloween 'Frances' Christmas.'  She right too - it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's all have a wonderful smile filled day.  Unless of course the other part of my invite is delivered in person. Gulp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muuhahahahahahaha. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-7133622168306913301?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/7133622168306913301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/04/from-5-bus-rolling-along-riverside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/7133622168306913301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/7133622168306913301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/04/from-5-bus-rolling-along-riverside.html' title='from a #5 bus rolling along Riverside Drive'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-6607035485265760221</id><published>2011-03-31T06:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T06:01:45.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts &amp; Wishes Over Chai</title><content type='html'>Up extra early today, so I enjoying a hot drink and some lukewarm jazz here at Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;Could someone frisbee that particular CD outta here puhleez?&lt;br /&gt;My email tells me that NaBloPoMo will be part of BlogHer - congratulations to founder Eden Kennedy.  I have participated more than a few times, and always enjoy the process.&lt;br /&gt;The cafe is full capacity today, but very quiet except for what's passing as music.&lt;br /&gt;I guess everyone is planning their next move.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm thinking about those people in Japan.  They're not nibbling croissant today.&lt;br /&gt;Years ago I was chatting with a young woman at a laundromat, who was staying with friends because her apartment building burned down.  She came home from work only to find that she was wearing all her worldly possessions.  And since she was subletting, she was not even entitled to the emergency funds organizations give to fire victims.  &lt;br /&gt;So there she was washing her one load of laundry.  Still she was lucky because someone took her in, others treated to new clothing and did all the things pals do when something like this happens.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the plane will find a way to take in these half millions souls.&lt;br /&gt;Know what I wish?  That someone could walk up to every victim with a bag filled with necessities, and an item for them to just enjoy: a box of chocolates, something...&lt;br /&gt;And then I wish that they could all stream onto airplanes that would fly them to somewhere safe.&lt;br /&gt;Child-like wishes I know...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Someone in management must be looking over my shoulder.  The music has changed for the better.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was one wish.&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I could get the other two.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-6607035485265760221?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/6607035485265760221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/thoughts-wishes-over-chai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/6607035485265760221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/6607035485265760221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/thoughts-wishes-over-chai.html' title='Thoughts &amp;amp; Wishes Over Chai'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-1556492560109537454</id><published>2011-03-30T19:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T19:43:56.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They're talking Nor'easter...</title><content type='html'>and ladies and gentlemen I'm not thrilled, but I'll get through it.&lt;br /&gt;It's 10:30pm and I'm going to read for a while before bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navaratri starts this coming Monday, and I will be fasting on mostly fruit for nine days.  There are some other foods that are allowed, but since I am off wheat and dairy it's mostly fruit for me, and that's fine.  I'm looking forward to both the spiritual and physical cleansing that occurs during this special time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, where's that book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-1556492560109537454?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/1556492560109537454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/they-talking-nor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/1556492560109537454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/1556492560109537454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/they-talking-nor.html' title='They&amp;#39;re talking Nor&amp;#39;easter...'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-1209005966329379216</id><published>2011-03-27T17:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T17:06:27.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories Inspired by Michael Caine &amp; a bit  of Absolut</title><content type='html'>It's cocktail time.  My Absolut w/Cranberry &amp; Fresh Lime is glowing ruby-like on my little corner table.  I'm 50 pages into Michael Caine's 'The Elephant to Hollywood.'  Nice job Michael aka Maurice Micklewhite.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many memories of Hollywood autobiographies/memoirs are flashing up on my mind's screen.  When I was a teenager I lived in the retro movie houses of Manhattan.  How many wonderous magical double features did I sit through at my beloved Thalia?  And before and after the movies I bought books about old time Hollywood's great stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this week past one of the greatest stars left this plane of existence.  Elizabeth Taylor - Movie Star - with a capital M &amp; S thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorite Liz features: 'Suddenly Last Summer,' 'Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf,' 'An American Tragedy' - wait that's the name of the book - what was that amazing film's title? Monty Clift &amp; the so wronged Shelley Winters.  I will remember as soon as I press the post button.   'Cat on a Hot Tin Roof' ''Butterfield Eight'  I guess you could say I loved any and everything with her in it.  I am hoping TCM does a marathon - the DVR will be working overtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time to get  back to my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for dropping by. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-1209005966329379216?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/1209005966329379216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/memories-inspired-by-michael-caine-bit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/1209005966329379216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/1209005966329379216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/memories-inspired-by-michael-caine-bit.html' title='Memories Inspired by Michael Caine &amp;amp; a bit  of Absolut'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-1570972188425972810</id><published>2011-03-27T14:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T14:54:55.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So how do the pics really look?</title><content type='html'>I got a new Android phone this week.  It's got a 5 megapixel camera w/ flash.  Hopefully I finally have mobile pics that are clear and look pretty good.  It's hard to tell on the phone's screen; photos usually look better smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bit of a walkabout.  It was shorter than I would have liked because it's so cold, and I don't want to aggravate my asthma.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a couple of books at the closing sale at Borders on Park Avenue.  One is an autobiography of one of my favorite English actors - Michael Caine.  Going to have a bit of a read before dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me know about the pics please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-1570972188425972810?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/1570972188425972810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/so-how-do-pics-really-look.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/1570972188425972810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/1570972188425972810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/so-how-do-pics-really-look.html' title='So how do the pics really look?'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-6924939843593949703</id><published>2011-03-27T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T14:43:19.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Street Vendor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yvjvB2K58Io/TY-veHeNjfI/AAAAAAAAAtE/WtTI_ZdIPRE/s1600/IMAG0008-799485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yvjvB2K58Io/TY-veHeNjfI/AAAAAAAAAtE/WtTI_ZdIPRE/s320/IMAG0008-799485.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588878594526776818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-6924939843593949703?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/6924939843593949703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/street-vendor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/6924939843593949703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/6924939843593949703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/street-vendor.html' title='Street Vendor'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yvjvB2K58Io/TY-veHeNjfI/AAAAAAAAAtE/WtTI_ZdIPRE/s72-c/IMAG0008-799485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-969047350769002813</id><published>2011-03-27T14:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T14:42:29.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac Store 5th Avenue</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CGHXtw9UEVs/TY-vRiQtNcI/AAAAAAAAAs8/YQrFwBlxduw/s1600/IMAG0007-749944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CGHXtw9UEVs/TY-vRiQtNcI/AAAAAAAAAs8/YQrFwBlxduw/s320/IMAG0007-749944.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588878378379589058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-969047350769002813?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/969047350769002813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/mac-store-5th-avenue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/969047350769002813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/969047350769002813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/mac-store-5th-avenue.html' title='Mac Store 5th Avenue'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CGHXtw9UEVs/TY-vRiQtNcI/AAAAAAAAAs8/YQrFwBlxduw/s72-c/IMAG0007-749944.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-6615742580928512840</id><published>2011-03-27T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T14:40:47.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roses (public art)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o7RnyygDH8k/TY-u4IHbPfI/AAAAAAAAAs0/oRjVsCnqyD4/s1600/IMAG0002-747807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o7RnyygDH8k/TY-u4IHbPfI/AAAAAAAAAs0/oRjVsCnqyD4/s320/IMAG0002-747807.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588877941864611314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-6615742580928512840?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/6615742580928512840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/roses-public-art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/6615742580928512840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/6615742580928512840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/roses-public-art.html' title='The Roses (public art)'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o7RnyygDH8k/TY-u4IHbPfI/AAAAAAAAAs0/oRjVsCnqyD4/s72-c/IMAG0002-747807.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-2656332579010962199</id><published>2011-03-27T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T10:19:34.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading for a Little Privacy at a Public Space</title><content type='html'>Here in New York some large buildings and areas are required to provide public space for - you guessed it - the public.  I have found a choice one not too far from home to be inconvenient, yet far away enough so I'm not likely to see anyone I know.  The place has a snack bar with good drinks and nibbles, though I am keeping nibbles to a minimum these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple small projects to work on, and a blog post or two to write.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are all enjoying your Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much bloglove to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-2656332579010962199?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/2656332579010962199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/heading-for-little-privacy-at-public.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/2656332579010962199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/2656332579010962199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/heading-for-little-privacy-at-public.html' title='Heading for a Little Privacy at a Public Space'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-9022549264120364705</id><published>2011-03-26T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T19:22:32.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On my way to Times Square</title><content type='html'>Meeting a galpal for a movie.  I don't think I have been to a theatre in at least a year.  We're seeing an animated one starring Johnny Depp.  I think it's called 'Rango,' but don't quote me.  Don't you just love Johnny? &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I remember going with the same friend to see him in the first Pirates movie.  It was so funny standing at the candy counter with our fellow Depp fans ages 12-99.  LOL. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I am tapping this out on my new Android phone.  It's one if those new 4G bad boys that does everything but make your bed.  The app is called Blogger-droid and it's not bad at all.  I am going to upgrade to the paid version because there's a constantly changing ad banner on the freebie. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I also downloaded apps for Facebook, Twitter,Yelp, Foursquare, Tumbler, Kindle and Wordpress.   &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Hmmm...think I'll browse for a few more.   &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Can a girl ever have too many apps? &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Leave any suggestions in comments please.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-9022549264120364705?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/9022549264120364705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/on-my-way-to-times-square.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/9022549264120364705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/9022549264120364705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/on-my-way-to-times-square.html' title='On my way to Times Square'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-3766158990450545486</id><published>2011-03-25T05:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T05:52:05.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I sit upon a futon 03.25.11</title><content type='html'>Still have 15 minutes before my ride gets here.  Just thought I would check-in online.  No big news in any of inboxes - yet.  I did hear from my buddy J in PA via Facebook last night; I have to write her a newsy email tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a too short but still great chat with daughter last night.  She is always able to find the upside in every down - I just the love love love this kid.  Kid?  Hmmm...she's going to be 28 soon.  Wow I have a 28 year old daughter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back I was chatting with an acquaintance.  No one is more terrified of their age than she.  Someone mentioned birthday parties, and I mentioned that I was looking forward to partying big time in December for my 50th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exact words were I'm going to yell out, "I'm fifty and fabulous in the middle of Times Square.". Poor woman nearly fell off the sofa.  And yes I so did that on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my ride .&lt;br /&gt;Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-3766158990450545486?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/3766158990450545486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/here-i-sit-upon-futon-032511.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/3766158990450545486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/3766158990450545486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/here-i-sit-upon-futon-032511.html' title='Here I sit upon a futon 03.25.11'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-3126254260379792520</id><published>2011-03-21T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T18:41:23.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from a very uncrowded Starbucks</title><content type='html'>Okay, so where is everybody tonight?  You usually have to hover like a vulture in this or any other Starbucks to get a seat.  Tonight I had my pick.  I went with a window counter seat with available outlet should my IPhone need a charge.  Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good Monday; I made it through my day without major or minor mishaps.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only minor bummer was the manicure place up on Amsterdam Avenue closing up early.  I was looking forward to pretty nails. Well, in the words of Cuban Pete "there's always mañana."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I will spend a hour or so working on one of those create your autobiography fill-in journals I ordered from Amazon.  I have such mixed emotions about buying books from Amazon.  A number of my favorite book shops have closed up in recent years, and we all know it's because it's so easy to order books (dirt cheap) online or download Kindle books. One part of says, "You need to march yourself into the stores to buy books.".  But the selection online is just about endless, and the Kindle app is so handy. **sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, time to take my guilty self home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waving at you all from Manhattan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-3126254260379792520?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/3126254260379792520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/from-very-uncrowded-starbucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/3126254260379792520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/3126254260379792520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/from-very-uncrowded-starbucks.html' title='from a very uncrowded Starbucks'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-8579007447795395801</id><published>2011-03-20T14:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T14:18:07.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from the Angelika Cafe 03.20.11</title><content type='html'>Breaktime.  I've photostrolling round the Lower East Side - lots of wall art to post for the upcoming week.  It's chilly out, but there's lot of sunshine which feels so good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting the grrls for dinner uptown - French - I'm sure the kitchen will accommodate me.  Well alright 'I Can't Get No Satisfaction' is pouring out the speakers.  Yay Mick &amp; The Rolling Stones.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to darling daughter earlier today; she starts a new job tomorrow morning.  Fingers and toes crossed for you kiddo.  Wrote Etan in India.  Haven't heard from him in just a little bit, but I know the Universe is keeping him safe and sound.  He is traveling through small villages, so Internet/wi-fi connections are not always available. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sipping on a warm hazelnut soymilk steamer.  Funny how I enjoy the yuppified selections NYC cafes offer - actually it's more love than enjoy - but such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young lady at the counter made it so carefully for me. She can't be 20, a sweet thing, her thank you when I slipped something in the tip jar was so genuine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music here is keeping me in my seat.  Lots of good 60's and 70's rock.  All I need is a beaded headband and fringed leather vest.  Betcha I could play guitar if someone handed me one right now.  Never had a lesson, but I know I could play one right now.   Now that sounds like a country song title.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, they put more Stones on.  I'm making a break for it, otherwise I will miss dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now.    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-8579007447795395801?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/8579007447795395801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/from-angelika-cafe-032011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/8579007447795395801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/8579007447795395801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/from-angelika-cafe-032011.html' title='from the Angelika Cafe 03.20.11'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-5529090845716394537</id><published>2011-03-19T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T20:26:43.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dt4TRki8_aA/TYVz9H5qLdI/AAAAAAAAAss/v3hxRttP0CQ/s1600/IMG00020-703788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dt4TRki8_aA/TYVz9H5qLdI/AAAAAAAAAss/v3hxRttP0CQ/s320/IMG00020-703788.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585998406753070546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-5529090845716394537?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/5529090845716394537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5529090845716394537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5529090845716394537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dt4TRki8_aA/TYVz9H5qLdI/AAAAAAAAAss/v3hxRttP0CQ/s72-c/IMG00020-703788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-4076114555851907993</id><published>2011-03-19T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T20:26:02.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Supermoon</title><content type='html'>Shot this with my mobile phone - trust me it was amazing in real life.&lt;br&gt;Hope you all got/get a chance to see it.&lt;br&gt;Live Long &amp;amp; Prosper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-4076114555851907993?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/4076114555851907993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/supermoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/4076114555851907993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/4076114555851907993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/supermoon.html' title='Supermoon'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-9034463382300688033</id><published>2011-03-18T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T21:33:15.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>round about midnight 03.19.11</title><content type='html'>Just lounging on the futon watching an episode of 'The Wonder Years.'. Kevin's brother was such a dirt bag wasn't he?  And Winnie could talk Kevin into just about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I decided to watch a totally goofy  teen movie tonight - 'Vampire's Suck.'.  Oddly enough it inspired me to start outlining a new moblogvel.  That's my term, or at least I hope it's really mine, for a novel posted on line in a blog format via mobile device. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's after midnight so my Friday fast is officially over.  I'm going to wait a little while longer before I eat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today an acquaintance decided to surprise with lunch.  Now imagine this: all you can eat is certain fruits, vegetables and rice, and someone hands you bag filled with Curry Chicken, Coconut Rice and Peas and a crispy Beef Patty.  The can of Diet Coke was ice cold.  When the combined aromas of that Carribean feast hit my nostrils I literally reeled.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the challenges the Universe throws you whenever you make a commitment like this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, think I will go read that new book I bought on beating procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-9034463382300688033?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/9034463382300688033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/round-about-midnight-031911.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/9034463382300688033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/9034463382300688033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/round-about-midnight-031911.html' title='round about midnight 03.19.11'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-7914375586941123891</id><published>2011-03-16T21:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T21:46:31.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just checking in 03.17.11</title><content type='html'>It's about 12:30am so it's officially St. Patrick's Day.  Actually it quite a holiday for me yesterday; my daughter celebrated 2 years cancer-free.  She also got a great new job this week.  Talk about the luck o' the Irish - she's only a quarter Irish - but I guess it doesn't take much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I stopped in at Borders and picked up a couple of new books.  One is about overcoming procrastination.  You know just buying the book inspired me to get three projects  I had been putting off for weeks started - finally.  Imagine I hadn't even read a full page yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other is a book of meditations for writers.  There's a CD included which is always nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let me get one more chore out of the way, I can some sleep.  There's a lot on tomorrow's to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-7914375586941123891?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/7914375586941123891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/just-checking-in-031711.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/7914375586941123891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/7914375586941123891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/just-checking-in-031711.html' title='just checking in 03.17.11'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-9142365083682433358</id><published>2011-03-12T17:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T17:07:47.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the chillaxing begin...</title><content type='html'>Aaah...Saturday night and all is right.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is awesome, and once I'm back in the city I'm going to have an evening walk.  Actually going to Borders and relaxing in the cafe would be awesome - if a seat is available.  &lt;br /&gt;If the weather holds out tomorrow I'm doing a power photostroll, and then late lunching with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Got a case of the hiccups, grandma would say 'someone's talking about me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it one of you? &lt;br /&gt;Is it scandalous?&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign me wondering in New York.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-9142365083682433358?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/9142365083682433358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/let-chillaxing-begin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/9142365083682433358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/9142365083682433358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/let-chillaxing-begin.html' title='Let the chillaxing begin...'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-5633815782099599881</id><published>2011-03-08T20:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:29:57.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading home for the day....</title><content type='html'>Man it was a rough day, but it ended good, real good as a matter of fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the 7 train, and the merry trio to my right is having a ball just goofing on each other.  The man to my left is having a loud cellular phone conversation, and the teen-age in front of me is scarfing down a giant iced drink in this freezing weather.  As Daddy used to say, 'It's nice to be young.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DVR should have recorded GLEE tonight, and I'll sing a long with the kidz right after a much needed soak in a hot bath.  Can I tell you I was wound so tight today that I thought I would screw myself through the floor.  But such is life in the gritty city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy used top say that my ability to dust myself off after disaster, and get right back out there was my greatest asset.  I was actually disappointed when he told me that; at the time I did not think this was much of a talent.   Today I know exactly what he meant.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign me all dusted off and back in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-5633815782099599881?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/5633815782099599881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/heading-home-for-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5633815782099599881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5633815782099599881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/heading-home-for-day.html' title='Heading home for the day....'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-511231388351372463</id><published>2011-03-06T13:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T13:10:30.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up so far...</title><content type='html'>Dinner in Little India with friends.  Now I'm at a sweet shop having tea and treats.  On the wall a flatscreen TV plays the latest Bollywood music videos.  Most of them are cut from current films, just about every movie has at least three or four song and dance numbers.  I even bought myself an issue of Stardust magazine, so I can read up about what Salman Khan, Katrina Kapoor and all the other Superstars of India are up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Salman there he is on the screen, lip syncing and leading about a hundred dancers through a number.  A major screen heartthrob for years now.  He actually looks better in his 40's than he did in his 20's.  The man has a fab physique, and a chest to die for.  You can be sure he'll take off his shirt at least once during every film.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my daughter was going through her bout with cancer this shop was my safe place.  If you ask me what hell is, my answer would not be a pit of fire and brimstone, but sitting in one state while your child goes through chemo in another.  At night when I lay in bed the tears would begin to fall, and when I awoke again they came.  In the evenings I would come and watch the stars of Bollywood twinkle, and imagine it was my daughter and I twirling up there on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what will I do after tea?  Maybe work on a post for my blog Just Expressing Myself.  Once upon a time I only had  one blog simply named 'blog coffeebarchick.' When I decided I needed a change I bought justexpressingmyself.com, which I hosted over at Yahoo.  There was no blog format available there at the time, so, every time I posted I had to use my limited html skills to the max.  It was a learning experience.  After Yahoo I went to Squarespace, and then I thought I would try Blogger.  justexpressingmyself.blogspot.com was taken so I settled on blogjem.blogspot.com; eventually I bought the .com and hosted it at Wordpress.  Blogger was not hosting at the time, but it is now, so I have this and a few more sites here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My name is Frances D and I am a blog-a-holic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-511231388351372463?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/511231388351372463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/03/what-up-sop-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/511231388351372463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/511231388351372463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-4848060425194747824?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/4848060425194747824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/blog-post_7699.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/4848060425194747824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/4848060425194747824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/blog-post_7699.html' title=''/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BGvhSEy6iI/TWrr2uP3__I/AAAAAAAAAqo/BKLhDfxmwik/s72-c/IMG00014-726312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-7861720741204553987</id><published>2011-02-27T14:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T14:02:40.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wdu6OwtYgww/TWrKAELvv-I/AAAAAAAAAqg/5pRoAkA14qs/s1600/IMG00012-760591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wdu6OwtYgww/TWrKAELvv-I/AAAAAAAAAqg/5pRoAkA14qs/s320/IMG00012-760591.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578493190923599842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-7861720741204553987?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/7861720741204553987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/blog-post_855.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/7861720741204553987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/7861720741204553987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/blog-post_855.html' title=''/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nftpKMqpDOs/TWrAeIzJz5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/esFCpXmMoXM/s72-c/IMG00008-719075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-8945243107884331075</id><published>2011-02-27T13:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T13:18:59.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y7zqvZm9cMc/TWq_xXu5fFI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/83KaMvecrTI/s1600/IMG00006-739884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y7zqvZm9cMc/TWq_xXu5fFI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/83KaMvecrTI/s320/IMG00006-739884.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578481943356996690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y7zqvZm9cMc/TWq_xXu5fFI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/83KaMvecrTI/s72-c/IMG00006-739884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-3102333532301528586</id><published>2011-02-26T19:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T19:33:20.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>automotive memories</title><content type='html'>Just relaxing with a Diet Coke while my friend goes to retrieve the car.  We had to park blocks away from the restaurant, but that's New York.  When you get a good spot here you take a camera phone pic of it to show off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read once that non-drivers live an average of two years longer than drivers.  I believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of driving I just got a call from my wheel man.  LOL my Dad, who parked but didn't drive, used to use that expression.  When he needed a lift he'd say, 'I need a good wheel man.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to be in front if the place in two minutes for pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh just in case you're wondering let me tell you why Daddy parked but didn't drive.  When he was a teen-ager he wanted to make some extra money.  His friend got him a gig as a parking valet.  When interviewed and asked if he could drive, dad replied, "of course." and got the job.  He looked much older than his actual, so I guess that's why the guy never asked to see his license.  His buddy gave him a crash course in parking, and Dad made his extra cash.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in a family of non-drivers.  My brother actually could drive, but refused to get a license.  He was a contractor, and his assistant did all the driving.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once considered learning how to drive.  My father only asked me to "please stay off Columbus Avenue." His grocery store was on Columbus Avenue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to hop in the passenger seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vroom Vroom you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-3102333532301528586?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/3102333532301528586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/automotive-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/3102333532301528586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/3102333532301528586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/automotive-memories.html' title='automotive memories'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-5260003967571876769</id><published>2011-02-25T16:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T16:50:17.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So are you loving my new blog look or what?</title><content type='html'>Carrie doesn't play when it comes to blog design does she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This so New York template is just right for this big city woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to start adding some photos to this blog.  The reason I don't much is because I can not find a mobile device that takes  the kind of photo I want - PERFECT  - LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a new Nokia C3 camera phone.  The camera is only 2.0, but I'll give it a go.  You never know.  The Iphone takes photos that look great in the phone, but don't travel well.  Same for my Sidekick. My daughter uses a Sprint Moment that takes amazing photos.  I have to post a few shots from it next time she's in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best camera ever was a Canon 3.2.  It was destroyed accidentally, and no camera since has delivered such excellent results.  I often think about getting one on ebay.  I should make like Nike and 'just do it' right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in the Thalia Cafe having a Diet Coke.  I limited myself to one weight conscious Vodka/Cranberry.  My three weekend went turned into seven.  I needed the downtime big time,  because I needed to get a project that was spiraling out of control under control.  Mission accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading Shannen Dougherty's 'Badass'  this afternoon.  It's a good first book from a smart, talented young woman whose acting I have always enjoyed.  She took a couple years to get herself and her life in order.  Reading the book helped inspire me to get a little more organized.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am reading 'The Complete Idiot's Guide to Facebook.'  You know when I began blogging ten years back I was so in the closet about it.  I mean seriously, no one knew.  Then one day I took a chance, and let my friend Etan read what I had going on over at angelfire.  He's a trained artist and teacher who gives very honest opinions.  And he liked it - that meant other people might too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am happy as olive in a martini, with blogs on Wordpress, Typepad, Blogger and Tumblr.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-5260003967571876769?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/5260003967571876769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/so-are-you-loving-my-new-blog-look-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5260003967571876769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5260003967571876769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/so-are-you-loving-my-new-blog-look-or.html' title='So are you loving my new blog look or what?'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-4954836927903591700</id><published>2011-02-25T08:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T10:27:31.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning the business of my Life</title><content type='html'>It's just before 11:00am, but the light in my room doesn't belong to the day or night.  It's either raining or about to rain, and I don't think it's very cold.  I haven't looked out a window yet, and all I can hear is a car alarm's shriek.  We live in the back of the building, so I never get to see how people are dressed for the day.  The pigeons always seem to be wearing the same thing, no matter what the temperature.  On cold days they perch on the fire escape, and fluff their feathers for warmth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels odd to be home at this hour during the week.  I'm taking a few days to decide what projects I will pursue for the next ten months.  While I can be very organized when life throws me a new project, and life does that to me a lot, this year I want to make a few plans.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 12 years ago I helped a friend write a business plan.  They were looking for venture capital for a website idea.  I was a total Internet newbie; I actually had been avoiding the Internet.   Funny, right?  Now thanks to mobile devices I am never really offline am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should prepare a 'business plan' for each of my projects.  Something to think about till hunger or nature's call forces me from my futon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-4954836927903591700?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/4954836927903591700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/planning-business-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/4954836927903591700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/4954836927903591700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/planning-business-of-my-life.html' title='Planning the business of my Life'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-4245638519621868993</id><published>2011-02-24T13:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T13:42:10.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up so far today...</title><content type='html'>I was up early today, just after 6am, and I decided to have a shredding party.  The mail had been piling for weeks, and it needed a thorough go-through.  I don't just tear up credit card statements &amp; other sensitive info stuff and toss them in the trash.  There are what my husband loves to call 'procedures' that must be followed.  After about an hour my bedside table/trunk was much lighter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Amanda Knox film from Lifetime called to me from the DVR, so I fired the set up.  You know that old chestnut about fact being stranger than fiction, well sometimes fact is just plain brutal.  It took me back to the summer NYC was in an uproar over preppie Robert Chambers murdering Jennifer Levin.  On the swanky Upper East Side no less.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the morning and early afternoon was spent napping band reading Shannon Doherty's (sp?) Badass.  I have always liked her, no matter what the gossip mongers say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm on the A train headed for the Port Authority, going to head over to Jersey to pick up a few things.  So that's my day so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what are you all up to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-4245638519621868993?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/4245638519621868993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/what-up-so-far-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/4245638519621868993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/4245638519621868993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/what-up-so-far-today.html' title='What&amp;#39;s up so far today...'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-4274486867536471116</id><published>2011-02-19T10:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T10:36:28.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>from the Angelika Cafe...</title><content type='html'>Just finished a short photostroll through Soho.  There was a 15 minute or so snow flurry, and that always throws the natural light off.   We can go to Mars, but no one has invented a switch that will turn snow and rain or adjust daylight.  Even with the crooked lighting and wind, I still think I got some good shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a hot soy chai.  Doing the wheat free dairy free has produced a small but steady loss of weight.  Just being able to sleep more comfortably makes it all worthwhile, but dropping a size or two would be a great bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a vegan place nearby, so I'll probably stop in there for late lunch.  Giving up dairy and wheat is hard, but there's more than enough food choices to keep me chewing happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back in with you all later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-4274486867536471116?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/4274486867536471116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/from-angelika-cafe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/4274486867536471116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/4274486867536471116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/from-angelika-cafe.html' title='from the Angelika Cafe...'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-1256588187833203087</id><published>2011-02-19T07:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T07:13:54.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all about creativity this weekend...</title><content type='html'>I'm breaking out my tote bag to hold the cargo.&lt;br /&gt;There's two fresh writing magazines ready to be devoured.&lt;br /&gt;One of the autobiographical questions books is coming along too.&lt;br /&gt;There's a pack of index cards for notes on using FB for max results.&lt;br /&gt;And my camera of course.&lt;br /&gt;So which way does she go? Downtown definitely.&lt;br /&gt;But shall it be East or West?&lt;br /&gt;Til later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-1256588187833203087?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/1256588187833203087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/it-all-about-creativity-this-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/1256588187833203087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/1256588187833203087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/it-all-about-creativity-this-weekend.html' title='it&amp;#39;s all about creativity this weekend...'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-7360172829942691724</id><published>2011-02-18T20:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T20:15:49.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zooming towards Manhattan and The Weekend</title><content type='html'>On the 7 train.  Had yummy Indian vegetarian in Jackson Heights.  Super busy day, but I did manage to get an email off to my blog buddy Carrie regarding makeovers for my sites.  She has stepped in for Lissa who is on hiatus.  L - hope you are having mad crazy fun  - hugs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has warmed up, and I know it's going to be a great weekend.  I have set myself a goal of 150 photos minimum.  Won't be happy unless my shutter finger gets a major cramp in it lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I took some time to look through the books of autobiographical questions I bought this past week.  Going to stash myself in a Starbucks somewhere on Sunday and work on them a bit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I have mail two pair of boots to the Timberland company.  Just a few weeks wear and the soles are crumbling to bit.  My last two pair lasted 10 plus years.  Online researched revealed more than a few disgruntled buyers.  It seems the boots are no longer made in the USA.  Have to get out my crayon and write the person in charge of soles; the uppers are still perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just walked through the door.  Good to be a casa.  &lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll say goodnight for now.&lt;br /&gt;Much bloglove to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-7360172829942691724?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/7360172829942691724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/zooming-towards-manhattan-and-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/7360172829942691724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/7360172829942691724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/zooming-towards-manhattan-and-weekend.html' title='Zooming towards Manhattan and The Weekend'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-7364737445767580739</id><published>2011-02-12T06:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T06:23:14.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally blissed out...</title><content type='html'>I love being up early...&lt;br /&gt;Time enough to write in paper journal.&lt;br /&gt;Time enough for a long leisurely bath.&lt;br /&gt;Time enough to just sit still, and see what appears on my mind's screen.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to break into two choruses of 'They Call Me Mellow Yellow'&lt;br /&gt;A wonderous day to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-7364737445767580739?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/7364737445767580739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/totally-blissed-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/7364737445767580739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/7364737445767580739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/totally-blissed-out.html' title='Totally blissed out...'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-1520273056442266466</id><published>2011-02-09T11:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T11:54:11.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From an Upper West Side Library</title><content type='html'>After my hot soy chai I took a stroll up Broadway. I passed a library with a long line of school children entering it's wide doors.   Why not I thought? and here I am sitting quietly with the reading and researching ranks in the adult area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved visiting libraries.  Though these days I don't get to go very often.  It was good too see kids holding books on the checkout line.  With the wonders of the Internet readily available 24-7, I feared libraries might start closing their doors.  Fortunately it doesn't seem to be going that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is jammed.  There are so many laptops here.  I'm guessing there's free wi-fi.  All they need is some coffee.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite a crowd.  The very dignified man to my left is working a laptop with stylized skulls all over it's case.  He's even talking on a cellphone.  He's lucky the librarian from my youth is not on duty here. She would have served him that phone for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of adults are using the public computers for job searches. It's tough times out here that's for sure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let me get rolling towards the subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much bloglove to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-1520273056442266466?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/1520273056442266466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/from-upper-west-side-library.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/1520273056442266466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/1520273056442266466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/from-upper-west-side-library.html' title='From an Upper West Side Library'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-3880132291818083528</id><published>2011-02-06T13:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T13:34:04.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoying a balmy 40 degree day here in NYC</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know 20 x 2 degrees is not beach weather, but it feels like it to we winter weary NYCers.  Everyone is one the streets today with a big silly grin on their faces.  This afternoon I watched 'The Social Network.'  Amazing what went into the social app so many of us simply can't live without.  My old friend's niece convinced me to join, and I have to admit I love the ding dang thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I watched 'Let Me in,' the American remake of the Swedish film 'Let the Right One In'.  LTROI has top spots of honor on my favorite foreign, vampire, horror, and teen film lists.  The American version is well-done and I recommend it, but I highly suggest you see both.  The Swedish version is truly dark.  I'm not one for spoilers, but I will say this is one storyline that has you cheering for the vampire in the end.  Oh and the Morse Code in the US version is a nice touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in World Coffee right now watching the stroller parade from my window seat.  There's mounds of dirty snow everywhere, so wish I could jack the temp up to 70 for two days and get rid of it all.  There is talk of more white stuff for Tuesday - hopefully they lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just talked to darling daughter - my day is officially made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-Ta for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-3880132291818083528?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/3880132291818083528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/enjoying-balmy-40-degree-day-here-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/3880132291818083528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/3880132291818083528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/enjoying-balmy-40-degree-day-here-in.html' title='enjoying a balmy 40 degree day here in NYC'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-7242988170202940141</id><published>2011-02-04T08:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T08:46:00.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More on 'Lonelyhearts'</title><content type='html'>Still watching 'Lonelyhearts' and is it ever 1950's juicy.  Montgomery Clift is the new 'Lonelyhearts'  columnist.  He's romantically involved with a woman whose far too young for him, but her family doesn't seem to be too concerned, so I guess the audience shouldn't be either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clift claims to be an orphan, but in actuality his dad is in prison.  The newspaper editor is so arrogant you want to reach into the screen, and strangle him.  The editor's wife cheated on him once, and he won't let her forget it.  The fact that cheating was his second career has no bearing on the matter.  Clift can't separate himself from the pain of the  people who write him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, here's a man with gun, see Clift was...no wait enough spoilers already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-7242988170202940141?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/7242988170202940141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/more-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/7242988170202940141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/7242988170202940141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/more-on.html' title='More on &amp;#39;Lonelyhearts&amp;#39;'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-5345776701494844688</id><published>2011-02-04T07:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T07:42:17.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Downtime on a Friday Morning...</title><content type='html'>Fresh from a long hot bath watching 'Lonelyhearts'   It's either a Montgomery Clift or Myrna Loy vehicle - depends on whose watching.  For me it's both.  Well look out! Is that Uncle Fester?  And he's not holding back either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be getting my boots on.  I should be adding more items to my to-do list.  I'm just not feeling it yet; I need to straighten out the files in my mind.  Perhaps a journal writing session.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montgomery Clift  never looked truly comfortable in his skin on screen.  This 50's film reminds me a bit of Peyton Place.  Everyone seems to be hiding a dirty secret or is damaged from some personal tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite Clift films:  An American Tragedy, Suddenly Last Summer and The Heiress.  I have been meaning to read an American Tragedy and Suddenly Last Summer.   There had to be a lot of editing back then, and I want to read what was left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to paper journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-5345776701494844688?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/5345776701494844688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/downtime-on-friday-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5345776701494844688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5345776701494844688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/downtime-on-friday-morning.html' title='Downtime on a Friday Morning...'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-2115835218371995919</id><published>2011-02-03T13:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T13:10:31.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time since I...</title><content type='html'>have taken the #5 bus up to the Port Authority.   I'm the only passenger; the streets are covered with ice, so a lot of folks are taking the train or just staying home.  I slept in for the second day in a row - just needed a bit of R&amp;R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the station now waiting for another bus to take me over the bridge.  The shores of Jersey are trimmed with white ice.  The sky is truly sky blue today.  The view from the GWBridge never disappoints - even on the worst of days.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah here's the bus.  Looks like there's an e-mail from Etan, let's see what's up in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back soon.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-2115835218371995919?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/2115835218371995919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/long-time-since-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/2115835218371995919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/2115835218371995919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/long-time-since-i.html' title='Long time since I...'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-1758827339460503728</id><published>2011-02-02T20:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T20:44:24.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just lounging...</title><content type='html'>on the futon.  Today was the 21st anniversary of my brother's passing.  He was 26 when he left this plane of reality.  Last night  my old friend's mom came to comfort me in my  dreams.  She is someone I admire very much; I must call her tomorrow.   I grew up without a mother, but if I could have had my pick, it would have been her.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an emails from Etan this week.  They included a link to his online album.  He's thoroughly enjoying himself in India's small villages.  There's one photo of him surrounded by his village friends that made cry; he looked like he was totally blessing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to stay up late and rent a movie - probably 'The Social Network' - but now I think I'll rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Beautiful People&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-1758827339460503728?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/1758827339460503728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/just-lounging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/1758827339460503728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/1758827339460503728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/02/just-lounging.html' title='Just lounging...'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-2515298059972623809</id><published>2011-01-28T18:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T18:47:16.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching the snowflakes fall - again...</title><content type='html'>Sitting in a local eatery watching the fluffy flakes fall on the parade that is Broadway on a Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait I just have to tell you about the funniest Facebook feature.  If you're a user, go to your profile page and scroll down to the bottom.  If you use English, you'll see English US or UK, click on whichever English and a box with many languages will open up, go to English, and choose English Pirate from the drop down menu.  My pal Jeanne told me about this - it's a scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so warm and cozy here in this little corner joint.  I had a veggie platter, and am now in serious unwind mode.  Next week is going to be super busy.  Tonight the to-do/punch list gets written out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of young Hispanic men just entered.  This must be one of their favorite hangouts because they pushed together three tables and were in their chairs in seconds.  Their upbeat energy has me smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NYC Health Dept. is doing something new.  Restaurants are being graded on an ABC method, and they are required to display their grades on the window in an 8" x 10" sheet.  Their letter grade takes up most of the sheet.  This place has a nice classy A on it.  One place in the neighborhood got a B - I would be so upset if I had to display a big old B on my restaurant - if I had one that is.  Actually I would love to own my own coffee bar slash Internet Cafe.  Who knows?  Maybe one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to head home to a hot bath laced with mineral salts &amp; a game of Scrabble on my laptop.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Trails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-2515298059972623809?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/2515298059972623809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/01/watching-snowflakes-fall-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/2515298059972623809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/2515298059972623809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/01/watching-snowflakes-fall-again.html' title='Watching the snowflakes fall - again...'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-1802207269350101794</id><published>2011-01-25T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T12:25:40.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new jersey photostroll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/charlottewebgal/5388414384/" title="njsnow 001 by CharlotteWebGal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5134/5388414384_4e8835a61b.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="njsnow 001" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/charlottewebgal/5387807671/" title="njsnow 004 by CharlotteWebGal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5020/5387807671_67721466ac.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="njsnow 004" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/charlottewebgal/5387808073/" title="njsnow 008 by CharlotteWebGal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5016/5387808073_771e01231b.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="njsnow 008" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/charlottewebgal/5388415208/" title="njsnow 011 by CharlotteWebGal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5097/5388415208_9f9f9ec013.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="njsnow 011" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/charlottewebgal/5387808255/" title="njsnow 013 by CharlotteWebGal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5217/5387808255_acdea5207e.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="njsnow 013" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-1802207269350101794?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/1802207269350101794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/01/new-jersey-photostroll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/1802207269350101794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/1802207269350101794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/01/new-jersey-photostroll.html' title='new jersey photostroll'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5134/5388414384_4e8835a61b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-3017728984692362281</id><published>2011-01-23T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T09:36:00.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching Guilty Hands</title><content type='html'>The movie.&lt;br /&gt;Circa very early 30s.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely pre-censorship office days.&lt;br /&gt;Lionel Barrymore starring with Kay Francis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lawyer's beautiful young daughter wants to marry his deep down dirtiest client.  Looks like there's going to be a murder.&lt;br /&gt;Will it be a case of justifiable homicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-3017728984692362281?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/3017728984692362281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/01/watching-guilty-hands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/3017728984692362281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/3017728984692362281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/01/watching-guilty-hands.html' title='Watching Guilty Hands'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-5512884729595315684</id><published>2011-01-22T18:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T18:49:24.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't you step on my blue boots...</title><content type='html'>This week my beloved Timberland boots - both pair - expired.  They were almost ten years old.  The grey pair with red trim sprung a leak: the denim blue's soles simply crumbled.  They had served me well, and I thanked them out loud before disposing of them.  So there I was bootless with snow everywhere, and more to come.  And so the hunt began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I inherited my father's feet, thus am condemned to shop the men's section.  Every store had only two colors:  black or tan.  Boring.   I like my Crocs and Timberlands to make a bit of a statement, since the only other foot gear I wear is white sneakers and black leather Danko clogs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening on my way home I stopped in at a sports shop right across the street from my apartment building.  Guess what? Yup, score!  One pair grey with sky blue trim; the other set is an aqua teal combo.   Did I mention they were on sale? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home now, lounging on my futon, too lazy to even open my laptop.  Thank goodness for Smartphones.  The essentials are all handy; blogging, email and Facebook.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Etan has gone back to India.  I'm so looking forward to finding photos in my email.   During his last trip he sent well over a thousand.  It was like being along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, still too lazy to open the laptop.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til later. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-5512884729595315684?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/5512884729595315684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/01/don-you-step-on-my-blue-boots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5512884729595315684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5512884729595315684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/01/don-you-step-on-my-blue-boots.html' title='don&amp;#39;t you step on my blue boots...'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-4285063665988521908</id><published>2011-01-13T17:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T17:11:52.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tidying up</title><content type='html'>Getting into the organizational swing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorting through electronic and snail mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a designer friend working on my group blog's new look as we speak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filing away quotes for future blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting books and materials together to study for NYC Tour Guide license - yes, I am doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruthlessly going through clothing.  The too small for me pile is far too large.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what are you all up to tonight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-4285063665988521908?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/4285063665988521908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/01/tidying-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/4285063665988521908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/4285063665988521908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/01/tidying-up.html' title='tidying up'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-8887408154050535435</id><published>2011-01-11T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T13:26:56.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>out and about</title><content type='html'>Just taking a day or two to catch my breathe in between projects. My sleep had been a bit off, so I'm catching up. When I get this way I do a bit of an apartment purge, have a hair cut, mani-pedi and buy a couple of new outfits. Gives me a lift. I'm thinking of returning to the 'real world' Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That first paragraph was written on the downtown 1 train. We are in the Koryodong Bakery now, sipping on honeydew bubble tree and nibbling a tuna sandwich. I just picked up a couple of things at Lane Bryants. My old friend's niece surprised me with a gift card. She spent far more than she should have; I sent her a text telling her so. Will have to take her out for a special treat very soon. The news is talking 8-10" of snow tonight. I told them to shut up, but it didn't help, they keep right on yapping away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last night I stayed up late watching one of my all-time favorite movies - 'Laura.' It stars Gene Tierney, Alan Ladd, Clifton Webb, Dame Judith Anderson &amp; Vincent Price as a charming cad. Yes, Mr. Price was the handsome love interest in many an oldie. Most of you are probably used to him in roles like 'The Abominable Dr. Phibes.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finish my tea I'm going over to Borders to see if they have any more 'Autobiograhy of a Yogi' card decks. It's boxed of 52 cards with a booklet. I read several of Yogananda's books back in the '90s. When I saw the set I bought one, and now I wished I had bought more. The 59th Street location didn't have any last night, but hopefully I'll luck out at 34th Street. Okay, let's get moving. I could sit here listening to Korean pop songs all evening. Don't understand a word, but I love the sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about two hours later, and I am at Starbucks having a hot chai. Borders was awesome; I scored six sets of cards. I'm keeping two of the new sets, and the other four will be gifts. I want to give at least one of the four to a stranger. Or would that be friend I haven't met yet? After I got the cards I jumped on the subway. The bags were just too heavy. After a quick freshen and a Diet Coke I made my way to the nail salon for a bit of pampering. I could have gotten the 20 dollar special on Broadway, but I wasn't in the mood for a noisy crowd. Instead I made my way to Amsterdam Avenue, where for 40 bucks you are Queen for a Day. The technician was so sweet she even did my manicure in the pedi chair, so I could enjoy a double session of massage. I warned the owner that he better keep an eagle eye on me lest he end up a chair short tonight. Uh oh I feel a bit sniffly and sneezy. I better finish this chai and head home to some Sudafed cold tablets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-8887408154050535435?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/8887408154050535435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/01/out-and-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/8887408154050535435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/8887408154050535435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/01/out-and-about.html' title='out and about'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-6809352206848945738</id><published>2011-01-10T14:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T14:39:38.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just like Jesse James</title><content type='html'>Sitting here being my own best company.&lt;br /&gt;Cher is on the sound system.&lt;br /&gt;Just the way I like it too. &lt;br /&gt;Not too loud.&lt;br /&gt;But not too soft.&lt;br /&gt;And she's singing that song I love.&lt;br /&gt;The beat makes me want to jump from my seat and dance.&lt;br /&gt;But even I don't want to cause that much of a scene.&lt;br /&gt;So I do a little dance here in my seat.&lt;br /&gt;Shoulders swaying.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes closed. &lt;br /&gt;Feeling a bit like an outlaw.&lt;br /&gt;Just like Jesse James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-6809352206848945738?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/6809352206848945738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/01/just-like-jesse-james.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/6809352206848945738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/6809352206848945738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/01/just-like-jesse-james.html' title='just like Jesse James'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-1997118041768559484</id><published>2011-01-09T08:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T08:34:41.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And today's returns are....</title><content type='html'>In general I never return or exchange anything I buy, but in the last three weeks I can't seem to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Samsung Galaxy Tab went back after three weeks.  It was loads of fun for the first 14 days, but after that I realized it was just a glorified Android phone without the phone, so back it went.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I would really like?  An IPhone/ITouch with a 7" screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel in love with an adorable grey Toshiba laptop with bright green trim.  It was lightweight, and had a special keyboard that could be wiped clean easily.  Turns out it was for kids.  It was preloaded with Disney movies and Leggo games.  Actually a very cool little device, but I swapped it for a more grown up model a couple three days later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happily watching the Alfred Hitchcock Presents series on the new laptop via Netflix as I tap away on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's returns are two pair of jeans, and the Canon camera I bought New Years Day.  I can not believe that I don't like this camera.  Canons are generally outstanding, but I just can't get into this camera at all.  I'm going to Best Buy and swap it for another.  I still want a Canon, just not this particular model.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what are you all up to today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else working on getting things just right in their lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-1997118041768559484?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/1997118041768559484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/01/and-today-returns-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/1997118041768559484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/1997118041768559484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/01/and-today-returns-are.html' title='And today&amp;#39;s returns are....'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-4869190181908339652</id><published>2011-01-08T12:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T12:53:12.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>from a window seat at Starbucks 01.08.2011</title><content type='html'>Managed to get a window seat upon entering, and that's not easy since the wi-fi went no fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished a short walk along Central Park West.  There's still some daylight left, so hopefully I will get a few more photos.  The park was covered with white stuff.  Some kids were playing some sort of snow game.  It involved a lot of running, shoving and screaming with laughter.  Hey you know what they say about it only happening once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I got the new laptop up and running.  First thing I did was download my favorite free AVG.   Now mind you in the beginning I would buy all the security crapulence available.  All it did was slow down my machine, and make me crazy with multi-colored pop-ups notifying me that it had shot down yet another virus or trojan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did install my recently acquired Scrabble Deluxe.   Tonight I will download my beloved Picasa, and try out the USB ports.  Best Buy gives you 14 days to try out a camera or laptop risk free.  Pretty awesome huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening I am off to meet my young friend's mother.  She is visiting from Israel this week, and I know we three will have a real grrl blast together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what are you all up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-4869190181908339652?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/4869190181908339652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/01/from-window-seat-at-starbucks-01082011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/4869190181908339652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/4869190181908339652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/01/from-window-seat-at-starbucks-01082011.html' title='from a window seat at Starbucks 01.08.2011'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-4462807789656723790</id><published>2011-01-06T21:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T21:30:20.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember Mommie Dearest</title><content type='html'>It was 'the book' to read at the time of it's first printing back in the '70's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Halloween drag queens all over the country took to the streets with tinsel covered wire hangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to read the book to find out about the hangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm watching a show about Joan Crawford's last will and testament.  She left nothing to two of her four adopted children.  The kids all have their own take on their upbringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two who were left out had not visited Joan for years before her death.  A few years back I knew someone who hadn't spoken to their Mom in 12 years, but still felt she should receive all her property.  Maybe I'm wrong, but I didn't why she should receive a dime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh I'm sleepy. I'm off to roll myself into my comforter burrito-style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-4462807789656723790?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/4462807789656723790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/01/i-remember-mommie-dearest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/4462807789656723790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/4462807789656723790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/01/i-remember-mommie-dearest.html' title='I remember Mommie Dearest'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-7751611155498017462</id><published>2011-01-05T21:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T21:10:21.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They really are desperate</title><content type='html'>Just got back from a trip to Wisteria Lane, and there's so much going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabrielle is longing for her biological daughter Grace, whose somewhere near the Mexican border.  Susan lost a kidney, and the remaining one is deformed.  Looks like Lynette is going to make Tom pay big time for a 20 year old transgression.  This is all for starters mind you; there's plenty more juicy stuff going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was watching I couldn't help noticing just how much work some of the girls have had done.  Susan is practically moon faced from some sort of face filler.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time I watched Desperate Housewives. It was a Sunday night, and ten minutes into the show I knew it would make my all-time favs list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a favorite housewife?  No I love the whole scheming lot of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-7751611155498017462?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/7751611155498017462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/01/they-really-are-desperate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/7751611155498017462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/7751611155498017462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2011/01/they-really-are-desperate.html' title='They really are desperate'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-5042460683212031803</id><published>2010-12-31T08:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T08:26:23.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>from a mahattan bound e train</title><content type='html'>We're an hour into the last day of the year, and I am looking forward to welcoming in 2011.  By this time next year, Gods &amp; Goddesses willing, I will have hit the half century mark.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say I have more of a hope/wish than resolutions list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my hopes is to read more books.  Pre-Internet I read an average of one book a week.  Fellow She Who Blogs buddy Candid Karina raved about her Kindle, so I downloaded the app onto my desktop, laptop and I-Phone.  Awesome stuff to have so many books available with just a click or two.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am reading Sue Ann Jaffarian's 'Corpse on the Cob.'  The fifth in the Odelia Grey series.  Odelia is a plus-sized paralegal with a knack for happening upon random corpses.   She's also more than a bit of a detective.  The girl just can't stay away from trouble.  And she keeps the men who admire hopping too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to popular fiction I want to read &amp; re-read some classics.  Many are available for free download at the  Kindle store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes without saying that eat less and make time to exercise more are on the list.  Stop smoking for once and all is not on the list, because I think I am really off cigs for good.  Quick someone knock on some wood for me, none is available in this subway car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh here's my stop.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-5042460683212031803?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/5042460683212031803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/12/from-mahattan-bound-e-train.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5042460683212031803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5042460683212031803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/12/from-mahattan-bound-e-train.html' title='from a mahattan bound e train'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-2187703078144141166</id><published>2010-12-26T08:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T08:26:06.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>relaxing with some french cinema</title><content type='html'>Watching Accomplices.  A fairly well-done murder mystery with a heart of gold police detective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here come the final credits.  Think I'll have a hot bath and go out before the snow starts.  They're talking major piles of white stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-2187703078144141166?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/2187703078144141166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/12/relaxing-with-some-french-cinema.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/2187703078144141166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/2187703078144141166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/12/relaxing-with-some-french-cinema.html' title='relaxing with some french cinema'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-7123154748888278487</id><published>2010-12-26T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T08:09:08.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>from a downtown bound 2 train</title><content type='html'>The subway car is  filled with Christmas cheer; several young children are singing holiday ditties to hand clapping games.  And here come more happy tots as the subway doors open at 72nd Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My destination is Union Square, where me and galpals are going to have a Japanese meal.  They're at a movie right now.  I skipped the show in favor of loafing on le futon.  Now I'm headed downtown to get us a table for 3 for  7 o' clock.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to 2011.  It's going to be a challenge, because my friend and I are launching a new project together.  If you know me then you know that I am a big believer in creative visualization.  As I tap away on my phone's keyboard know that images of amazing success are flashing on my mind's screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I'm at the restaurant.  Was anyone out there thinking 'who eats Japanese for Christmas?'  All I'll say is it's an hour and a half wait for a table for three. Time to get out the tablet and do major e-mail and project planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-7123154748888278487?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/7123154748888278487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/12/from-downtown-bound-2-train.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/7123154748888278487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/7123154748888278487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/12/from-downtown-bound-2-train.html' title='from a downtown bound 2 train'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-5649293141440272426</id><published>2010-12-22T18:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T18:28:59.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Joy Big Time</title><content type='html'>Darling daughter Josephine and her husband Chris are in town, and it just doesn't get any better.  Chris brought his guitar along, and we sang our hearts out.  Well, actually the kids sang, we'll say I was making a joyful noise and leave it at that - okay? &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I love the year's final quarter; October 1 - January 1.  Just last Sunday one of my closest friends told me, "Halloween IS your Christmas." And if you follow this and/or any of my other blogs then you know how much I love my haunted houses.  Having a December birthday also adds to the fun of the final quarter, 'cause I celebrate big-time. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; And I hope all of you are celebrating too. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Much bloglove to all!&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-5649293141440272426?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/5649293141440272426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/12/feeling-joy-big-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5649293141440272426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5649293141440272426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/12/feeling-joy-big-time.html' title='Feeling Joy Big Time'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-5444866050774103637</id><published>2010-12-20T21:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T21:51:32.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Gee it's Sandra Gee</title><content type='html'>In some movie considered very tame by today's standards, but quick racy back in the late fifties. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Looks like she might be on the brink of a torrid teen-age tryst. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The mother is a Ice Queen, as well as a racist. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The father obviously long suffering. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Checked the listings - 'A Summer Place.' &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I'm intrigued, so I'll be back in a bit.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-5444866050774103637?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/5444866050774103637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/12/oh-gee-it-sandra-gee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5444866050774103637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5444866050774103637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/12/oh-gee-it-sandra-gee.html' title='Oh Gee it&amp;#39;s Sandra Gee'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-1401946498714889796</id><published>2010-12-18T18:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T18:43:38.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you need to think about things before you do them</title><content type='html'>I have always believed this, and was totally delighted to hear Dr. Wayne Dyer confirm it, one Sunday afternoon on PBS.   &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Tonight I am thinking about everything that I should be doing now, but definitely do later tonight or Sunday morning or early afternoon. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Right now I am looking over the to-do list on my mind's screen.  Laundry, shopping, re-pot plant - okay enough thinking - thank you very much. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Now I am thinking of dinner.  &lt;br/&gt; Okay, enough thinking - time for some action. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Back at you soon. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-1401946498714889796?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/1401946498714889796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/12/you-need-to-think-about-things-before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/1401946498714889796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/1401946498714889796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/12/you-need-to-think-about-things-before.html' title='you need to think about things before you do them'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-5145363338643452707</id><published>2010-12-17T21:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T21:12:43.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels good to feel good</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I stayed in to recharge, and am so much the better for it today. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; My daughter and son-in-law will be coming into town before the New Year.  I'm getting some family memorabilia together for my baby to take back with her along with their Xmas loot. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Last night while rummaging through the closet, I came across a set of books my grandmother gave me when I was about seven.  Think I'll re-read a fairy tale or two over the weekend.   &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I'm also giving her cuttings from an ivy plant that sat on the big old safe in my dad's grocery store.  The planter was too heavy for me to carry when we closed down the store back in'90, so I took a few cuttings.  If I didn't trim that plant back on a regular basis it would be two miles long by now. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; There's also a box of old photos, and some of grandma's things. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The Christmas loot?  Top secret - she could be reading this. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-5145363338643452707?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/5145363338643452707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/12/it-feels-good-to-feel-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5145363338643452707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5145363338643452707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/12/it-feels-good-to-feel-good.html' title='It feels good to feel good'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-6150650333834795550</id><published>2010-12-16T07:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T07:21:16.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day all to myself...</title><content type='html'>Decided to stay in for at least the morning and early afternoon.  Just a tad tired from being on the go so much. And I do want to be in top holiday form. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Last night I started a five part series over at Just Expressing Myself: Who, What, When, Where &amp; Why?  The first entry Who is up, and now I'm thinking about the What.   &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  'Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf' is in the DVR, and lunch is going to be Empire Szechuan's Diet Revolution Lemon Chicken.   &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; But before all that I have to get some family memorabilia together for my daughter.  She's coming to visit NYC soon. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Till later.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-6150650333834795550?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/6150650333834795550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/12/another-day-all-to-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/6150650333834795550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/6150650333834795550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/12/another-day-all-to-myself.html' title='Another day all to myself...'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-3519121680358347885</id><published>2010-12-15T09:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T09:22:57.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I-Hop a bit of Americana</title><content type='html'>I love a late breakfast at I-Hop.  Today I went the calorie saving route, as well as staying gluten/wheat free.  It's more work to eat less than you can imagine.  You have to 'think' about each and every item.   &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It was a bit of a shock to see how many extra calories and how much fat was going thoughtlessly down the hatch.  I cut well over a thousand calories from breakfast with little effort.   &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Okay, let me pay this check and get moving.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-3519121680358347885?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/3519121680358347885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/12/i-hop-bit-of-americana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/3519121680358347885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/3519121680358347885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/12/i-hop-bit-of-americana.html' title='I-Hop a bit of Americana'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-2034144817761109939</id><published>2010-12-14T20:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T20:51:54.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee and Me</title><content type='html'>Watching Glee from the comfort of my futon.  It's one of my new favorite TV shows.  This DVR gadget is the best.  I don't have a lot of time for TV, but these days I can come home to a line-up of favorites every evening.  And you can do it all in a few clicks.  No tapes or CDs required. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The kids are doing Britney Spears numbers this week.  Hey there's Britney herself. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I had really nice afternoon to myself today. Did some thinking, set some goals and went to the Museum of Natural History.  Played around with my new tablet - I love it.  That reminds me I better head over to Amazon and order a screen protector and grip for it.   &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Uh oh the GLEE kids were rockin' a Britney number, and suddenly an alarm went off.  Total chaos.  Hmmm....let's see what happened.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-2034144817761109939?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/2034144817761109939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/12/glee-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/2034144817761109939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/2034144817761109939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/12/glee-and-me.html' title='Glee and Me'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-5735323302850949246</id><published>2010-12-11T18:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T18:21:42.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Few Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I'm at the Borders Cafe having a hot chai.  I actually got a table all to myself.  Of course, the guy at the table next to me is staring off into space having a quiet conversation with himself, but still it is a table all to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished taking pics of the Dali exhibit they have here at The Shops.  And of course, I got my annual shots of The Stars.  This is a mobile post, so I really can't do links easily. Google 'The Shops at Columbus Circle, New York' and you will see what I am talking about.  I should have photos up at my main blog - blogjem - by Monday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow I'm 49.  My favorite mother daughter team is taking me out for brunch at around noon.  After what I know will be awesome grrl time  I'll play it strictly by ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take some time on this my birthday eve to reflect on what has been a pretty interesting time on this planet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have never really traveled, many people from all around the world have come into my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only completed two years of college, but have learned much on my own, and will continue to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My march is to my own tune, and it's one of the things I like about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know that there are probably more years behind than in front of me - that's okay too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worked quite a few different  jobs.  A Jackie of all Trades, I know a little about a lot of things.  It keeps life interesting I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, think I will take a walk up Broadway for a peek at the Lincoln Center Christmas Tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Long &amp; Prosper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-5735323302850949246?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/5735323302850949246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/12/just-few-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5735323302850949246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5735323302850949246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/12/just-few-thoughts.html' title='Just a Few Thoughts'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-1038137152274596295</id><published>2010-12-04T23:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T23:38:37.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine 49</title><content type='html'>Kicking off my birthday weeks with dinner at one of my favorite South Indian restaurants.  And that's no typo - you did read weeks there.  Last year I celebrated for two weeks; this year I'm doing three.  Forty-eight was great;  forty-nine will be divine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening I was chatting with an acquaintance who said she was not a lucky person.  "Do you think you're lucky?" she asked me.  Her brows nearly shot off her forehead when I told her just how amazingly lucky I am every day.  Know this - as you say so shall you become.  That's why I will be 49 years YOUNG next week.  Also note that I am abundantly provided for by the Universe.  Hey it's all in the 'tude, and I'm on a natural high no lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how cheerful I am with 50 roaring towards me.  Nineteen years ago turning 30 was devastating, but 9 years ago hitting 40 was total top o' my game time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the food.  Back at you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Long &amp; Prosper. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-1038137152274596295?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/1038137152274596295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/12/divine-49.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/1038137152274596295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/1038137152274596295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/12/divine-49.html' title='Divine 49'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-4056563435899585024</id><published>2010-11-25T19:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T19:23:31.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10pm and still full from my turkey lunch</title><content type='html'>Finishing up big project so no time for my unusual holiday dinners (yup that was meant to be plural) with family and dear friends.  Had a turkey and ham feast at 1pm, and got moving right after the last forkful of pumpkin cheesecake pie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready to head home to a bit of TV.  The DVR should have Big Bang Theory &amp; a Charlie Brown Thanksgiving waiting for me.  Don't you just love the Charlie Brown specials?  I have no favorite; I love them all equally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a few minutes to call my buddy Janie out West this afternoon.  You know if a random genie appeared one day, and offered me some wishes, her moving to Manhattan would be one of them.  She's a long-time blog buddy who I had the pleasure to meet her in NYC earlier this year.  It was like discovering a best friend you never knew you had - can't wait til we meet up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my ride is ready to roll.&lt;br /&gt;Live Long &amp; Prosper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-4056563435899585024?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/4056563435899585024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/11/10pm-and-still-full-from-my-turkey.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/4056563435899585024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/4056563435899585024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/11/10pm-and-still-full-from-my-turkey.html' title='10pm and still full from my turkey lunch'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-2949523715262953929</id><published>2010-11-23T20:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T20:11:47.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a bit tired but in general totally delighted</title><content type='html'>That everything in my latest project seems to be coming together, and will be ready to go on schedule this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm on the 7 train heading towards Manhattan.  It's an elevated track so you can the Empire State, Chrysler and several other amazing buildings lighting up the skyline. Like the familiar faces that you nod and smile at as you go about your day, they remind you that you're on friendly turf.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now we're on the uptown 2 at Times Square.  The train is being held in the station.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere on the platform someone with a trumpet plays La Cucaracha.  The people without newspapers, mobiles or I-pods tap their feet and look impatient.  There's a homeless man in one of the corner seats with a beat up old shopping cart; without a doubt it holds all his worldly possessions.  The young woman next to me stares at the tip of her shoes.  No one so young should look so dejected.  I silently send good vibes her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're off.  Home is just minutes away - feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night All.&lt;br /&gt;Be well. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-2949523715262953929?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/2949523715262953929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/11/bit-tired-but-in-general-totally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/2949523715262953929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/2949523715262953929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/11/bit-tired-but-in-general-totally.html' title='a bit tired but in general totally delighted'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-1781753607976959082</id><published>2010-11-20T23:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T23:33:34.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Moon 2010</title><content type='html'>Bet that song started playing in your head as soon as you read the title right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are usually three full moons every season, and since there are four seasons in a year it usually all works out well mathematically.  But every once in a while, like tonight, a fourth full aka blue moon just happens in a season.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually started a project on the last full moon, and tomorrow will see it successfully completed.  Universe willing of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I feeling after a month of planning, endless phone calls and running all over town.  Slightly loopy, but happy.  And I am more than a little tired.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get back to the city I'm popping into the local 24-7 diner for a matzoh ball soup and a vanilla egg cream.  Maybe a slice of cherry pie too.  Believe me folks, I have earned myself a treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's ten of us in this subway car.  Only one couple, everyone else is solo.  It's 2am on a Saturday night, and everyone looks like they are heading home.  If it were before midnight then the car would have been packed with kids heading to Manhattan in their party gear.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man just boarded the train singing along to the music pouring into his head via headphones.  It's not pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another stop brings a couple of all smiles young women.  They had a good time somewhere.  There's also a young couple; the woman is doing all the talking.  I want to ask her if she part-times as an auctioneer.  It's definitely English she is speaking, but I can hardly make out a word.  Her guy is sitting on the edge of his seat, hanging on every syllable fascinated.  Can he really understand her, or does he just want to make out later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Time Square - three quarters of my journey is done.  The station is packed of course.  A man playing guitar.  At least two people having deep conversations with themselves out loud.  A partied out brunette, barefoot on the platform, stilletos in hand, sequined bag dragging behind her.  Lots of laughter, some shouting, but hey it's New York 'the city that never sleeps' right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, alright the express is running tonight.  I'll be uptown in less than 5 minutes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how you all spent your blue moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namaste&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-1781753607976959082?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/1781753607976959082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/11/blue-moon-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/1781753607976959082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/1781753607976959082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/11/blue-moon-2010.html' title='Blue Moon 2010'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-6225814242569443150</id><published>2010-11-17T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T19:11:30.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>train of thought</title><content type='html'>From The WPA Guide to New York City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gaunt trestle-work of the els brings twilight to miles of streets, the tunnels of the subways honeycomb rocks and rivers and skyscrapers.  Their trains are the first things a good many New Yorkers observe in the morning and the last things a good many more remember at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-6225814242569443150?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/6225814242569443150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/11/train-of-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/6225814242569443150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/6225814242569443150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/11/train-of-thought.html' title='train of thought'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-5250335582397607099</id><published>2010-11-15T20:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T20:52:35.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wondering about stuff 11.15.2010</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I often stop in at a local eatery to pick up a veggie soup for my good friend.  One of the clerks, a teen, is always staring intently at her computer screen when she's not ringing up a sale or something.  But I mean intently, like she's trying to find Waldo or something.  Today her gaze was so intent it was kinda scary, so I asked if she was deeply involved in a game or something.  Nope?  Can you guess what it was?  Yup, Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that made me wonder do I look like that when I am blogging or reading email or Facebooking or whatever?  I must tell one of my friends to sneak up and snap a pic of me when I least expect it.  I am totally curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else am I wondering about at the end of this non-stop Monday?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General things like  - will it snow a lot this winter?  I hate snow.  Well, actually I hate it in the city.  In NYC snow looks great falling around midnight.  In an hour or two most everything is covered with a glistening blanket.  But then around 6 am people start coming out for Starbucks, the traffic picks up, and suddenly it's one big bowl of slush.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spiritual - Am I incurring good kharma?  Am I mostly serving others or self-serving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Physical - Like will I ever lose some weight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, here's my stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign me wondering what you're wondering about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-5250335582397607099?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/5250335582397607099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/11/wondering-about-stuff-11152010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5250335582397607099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5250335582397607099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/11/wondering-about-stuff-11152010.html' title='wondering about stuff 11.15.2010'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-6838693390394251756</id><published>2010-11-13T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T22:37:20.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just writing words on my phone 11.14.2010</title><content type='html'>It's just after one am, and I am heading home to my comfy futon &amp; some late late night TV.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...writing the words late late night TV reminded me of the Million Dollar Movie back when I was a kid.  The Million Dollar Movie came on every night at 8 pm  as I remember.  Most were pretty good.  On Sunday afternoons it was Bowery Boys and Elvis movies all afternoon.  I like the Boys.  Elvis was such a dream boat, and not a half bad actor.  My favorites were King Kreole and the one where he plays an inner city doctor.  If I remember right Mary Tyler Moore played a nun in that one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV was a much different experience back then.  Just the other night I ordered a DVR cable box.  It will allow me to watch one show and tape two others at the same size.  All the recorded material up to 50 hours is housed in the unit and ready to view whenever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid we had those rabbit ear antennae on top of the TV.  I wonder how many of you have experienced ghosts and snow on your TV.  And I don't mean the kind of ghosts that go boo, or the snow you shovel.  Or if any of you have ever seen the horizontal hold go on a set.  Grandma called it running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just transferred to the uptown 2 train.  There was not a soul in any of the ten cars that pulled into Times Square.  I'm sitting in the last car all by myself pecking away on my mobile's keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma always thought I was both brave and crazy to go outside at night by myself.  I maintain it's because I never lose faith that the Universe will get me from point A to B in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Trails Muchachos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-6838693390394251756?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/6838693390394251756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/11/just-writing-words-on-my-phone-11142010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/6838693390394251756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/6838693390394251756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/11/just-writing-words-on-my-phone-11142010.html' title='Just writing words on my phone 11.14.2010'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-2429679708170513286</id><published>2010-11-10T10:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T10:14:43.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just writing words on my phone 11.10.10</title><content type='html'>Today's date sounds like a radio station; Welcome to 11-10-10 Morning Radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is going to be one of those days I write just about non-stop.  I do a lot of my posting from my trusted Sidekick '09,  so my thumbs are going to feel it by nightfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with a new question for a post over at Just Expressing Myself:  Am I too sensitive?  I'm wondering what my answer will be.  I tend to wander as I write, but always end up with an answer of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing about my upcoming post brought the latest episode of 'The Big C' to my mind's screen.  For those of you who have no idea what I am talking about; 'The Big C' is a Showtime series about the typical suburban wife/teacher/soccer mom who finds out she has 4th stage melanoma.  She also finds her long missing in action 'wild side.'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will be looking for my own wild side while writing today.  Don't think I'll be turning cartwheels like Cathy, but I wouldn't mind an all cocktail and dessert meal ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you all find a bit of your wild side&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-2429679708170513286?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/2429679708170513286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/11/just-writing-words-on-my-phone-111010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/2429679708170513286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/2429679708170513286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/11/just-writing-words-on-my-phone-111010.html' title='just writing words on my phone 11.10.10'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-5678972751351695701</id><published>2010-11-05T23:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T23:00:50.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just writing words on my phone  11.06.10</title><content type='html'>It's round about midnight, and I'm heading home on the #7 train.  Diwali 2010 was awesome on all levels - can't wait for next year's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for a NaNoWriMo all-niter tonight - Saturday - since I don't have to get up early Sundays.  Thinking of doing it at one of the 24 hour coffee bars downtown.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also thinking of hitting Nightmare: Superstitions one more time before it's run ends.  Got a feeling the actors will be running on high octane these last few nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to get a photostroll in early Sunday afternoon.  I also want to write at least Yelp reviews - I love those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh are any of you using the term, 'my bad?'  Suddenly I'm hearing it everywhere - especially on TV.  Something goes wrong and suddenly someone say. 'Sorry my bad.'  I'm trying to decide if I want to add it to my repertoire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to exit stage left.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-5678972751351695701?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/5678972751351695701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/11/just-writing-words-on-my-phone-110610.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5678972751351695701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/5678972751351695701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/11/just-writing-words-on-my-phone-110610.html' title='just writing words on my phone  11.06.10'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-977052004570497907</id><published>2010-11-03T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T20:35:39.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All Good...</title><content type='html'>So much going on in my life, and it's all GOOD.  Thank you Universe.  Thank you Ganesh.  Thank you wonderful off and online friends who keep sending those good vibrations my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm on the 7 train rolling back to Manhattan.  Had a yummlicious meal in Little India.  You know if one day I spontaneously began speaking Hindi I wouldn't be a bit surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the projects I'm working on is a Christmas show window.  Part of me wants to go super traditional, and the other totally 21st century.  My grandmother always loved 'a bello Santa Claus.'  And I think most of us who celebrate do like a jolly St. Nick.  I'm partial to the fur trimmed hooded robe he wears in Europe. Then again going with a non-traditional tree can draw a crowd.  Many years ago a friend of mine decorated hers with many small multi-colored paper fans.  Another  put 3000 mini white lights on her tree and nothing else - it was amazing.  Any suggestions would be appreciated in comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may have read on my main blog I'm doing NaNoWriMo.  I came up with a idea for a fictional blog a while back, and I have decided to use that for my NaNo.  The title is Observe Converse - observations of &amp; conversations with strangers.  Like it?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I attempted NaNoWriMo in 2005; I got off to a great start but then something came up.  The same in '06 &amp; '07.   But I have decided to try it again for '10.  This time I set up a blog that can be posted to via mobile; that should give me a bit of an edge - I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's my stop.  You all have a wonderful night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-977052004570497907?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/977052004570497907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/11/it-all-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/977052004570497907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/977052004570497907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/11/it-all-good.html' title='It&amp;#39;s All Good...'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-2444971076331571626</id><published>2010-10-29T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T23:14:48.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from my subway seat 10.30.2010</title><content type='html'>Friday night,  actually Saturday morning on the 7 train.  Rolling home to Manhattan after a long, but very fruitful day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted a photo of a leaf over at my posterous blog: http://francesd.posterous.com.  It found me while I was walking up the hill to the post office and bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gives me a feeling of security to mail bill payments at the post office. I always imagine some lunatic setting the corner mailbox on fire or pouring some random liquid into it.  Wish I could  make every payment in my life online, but there are actually still some things in life that require writing a check.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaches Yogurt Cafe closed very recently.  I walked by a couple mornings ago, and there was a big ole FOR RENT sign.  The tanning salon next to it will brown it's last booty the first week of November.  I've never used a tanning salon, but I did enjoy Peaches whenever time allowed.  The yogurt and smoothies were good, the staff accommodating and the free wi-fi excellent.   I will especially miss it, because it's just about impossible to get a seat at Starbucks anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes, a woman just tottered off the train in a pair of heels so high they're scarey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of scarey I must sit down and write about my experience at NYC Halloween Haunted.  I need to 'write it out' longhand before committing it to my main blog - blogjem.  All I will say for now is that their madness knows no limits.  They made me scream, and that ain't easy boys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be spending Halloween with my daughter Josephine &amp; her husband in Fall River, MA.  We're going to Lizzie Borden's House.  I have always been fascinated by the case, and will read or watch anything about it.  Elizabeth Montgomery played Lizzie in a movie that had her committing the murders nude.  Interesting theory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There should be some great foliage photo opps too.  Hoping for clear skies, since I will only be there for that one day.  The kids have moved since my last visit; there's new digs to check out, as well as a new doggie; Shadow a black pomeranian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's my stop.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-2444971076331571626?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/2444971076331571626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/10/from-my-subway-seat-10302010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/2444971076331571626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/2444971076331571626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/10/from-my-subway-seat-10302010.html' title='from my subway seat 10.30.2010'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-2694999656532462909</id><published>2010-10-24T13:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T13:39:57.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how the sweet the sound</title><content type='html'>Coming at you from the downtown 1 train.  I know you're all thinking, 'if this woman isn't on a speeding subway, then she's sitting in some coffeehouse somewhere.'  I actually began my first mobile blog because it was hard for me to read and write on moving subways.  Some folks have no trouble; I'm just not one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still do a lot of actual pen and paper writing in the coffee houses.  But I also moblog quite  a bit because I like sharing real time.  It creates a certain sort of intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a woman stood up in the train, empty cup in hand, to sing a song and raise a little change.  Panhandling is rampant on the subways, but then again so being dead broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this young woman in too much red lipstick began to sing, Amazing Grace.'  And in the short time it took her to get the lines out, I was suddenly in front of my TV listening to Dr. Wayne Dyer tell the story of that song.  A slave trader suddenly awakened to the wrong that's he's doing who would spend the rest of his life making things right.  An awakening that produced a sound so profound that it inspired one of the most beautiful songs I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am sitting here thinking what an amazing magical thing that must be to receive a calling.  To have no doubt what your life's work will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's my stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you all hear sweet sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-2694999656532462909?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/2694999656532462909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/10/how-sweet-sound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/2694999656532462909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/2694999656532462909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/10/how-sweet-sound.html' title='how the sweet the sound'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-3577932900931477577</id><published>2010-10-24T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T10:23:06.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my weekend so far...</title><content type='html'>Saturday Midnight: So the train stops, and a whole mob of teens stampedes into the car.  The young men have more piercings than the girls.  The girls have piles of make-up on.  I mean seriously the amount of dye in that stuff must be toxic.  A couple making out has matching nose rings.  He's carrying a guitar, and she's got a skateboard.  Another young man carries a keyboard taller than him.  The car is filled with 'teenspeak.'  So much energy.  I love it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a quiet Saturday.  Got to chat on Facebook with Marylin who lives in Scotland.  She has two of the cutest little boys that I have ever seen.  Zack who just started school, and Max a rapidly growing toddler.  That few minutes of chatter felt like an actual meeting.  Social networking is amazing stuff isn't it?  Now if certain folks wouldn't abuse it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to stay up tonight, and watch some random TV.  &lt;br /&gt;Later: Watching 'Outsourced' episodes on Prime Time on Demand.  The show is a bit of Bollywood infused fluff, but fluff can be just what you need sometimes.  Sipping a vanilla egg cream that could use just a bit more vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Noontime: Just ordered salmon teriyaki Bento box, and watching 'A Streetcar Named Desire.'  Gave the closet a bit of a going over; might do a bit more tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this movie.  Marlon Brando is 100% Manimal as Stanley Kowalski.  Slighty dirty, very sweaty and yet so appealing that a woman could jump right through the screen into his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing a nice hot bubble bath for apres cinema classique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the francais, but Blanche Dubois just brings it out in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time mes amis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-3577932900931477577?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/3577932900931477577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/10/my-weekend-so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/3577932900931477577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/3577932900931477577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/10/my-weekend-so-far.html' title='my weekend so far...'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062052370487409893.post-2931592303700753675</id><published>2010-10-20T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T19:58:04.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the 7 train 10.20.2010</title><content type='html'>Just noticed todays date has a bit of rhythm to it.  Nice birthdate for today's new arrivals to the planet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quiet today; Wednesdays generally are for me.  A project that's been in the works for over a month is starting to really come together.  If all goes well everything will be wrapped up by month's end.  Do I see some crossed fingers in the audience?  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's my stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much bloglove to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7062052370487409893-2931592303700753675?l=www.msmoblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/feeds/2931592303700753675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/10/from-7-train-10202010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/2931592303700753675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062052370487409893/posts/default/2931592303700753675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.msmoblog.com/2010/10/from-7-train-10202010.html' title='From the 7 train 10.20.2010'/><author><name>Frances D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409548268729628395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
