<?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-8997830130858417318</id><updated>2012-01-21T16:45:05.746-08:00</updated><category term='theories'/><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='ancestors'/><category term='motherhood'/><category term='phones'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='characters'/><category term='Hope'/><category term='dystopian fiction'/><category term='Bush speak'/><category term='books'/><category term='follow the money'/><category term='cultural hegemony'/><category term='Republican nonsense'/><category term='Swedish'/><category term='films'/><category term='down the rabbit hole'/><category term='art'/><category term='horny toads'/><category term='romance sucks'/><category term='same-sex marriage'/><category term='Trollope'/><category term='survival'/><category term='home'/><category term='academia'/><category term='travel'/><category term='earthquakes'/><category term='working class'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='spring'/><category term='Paris'/><category term='family'/><category term='PPS'/><category term='cousins'/><category term='labeling'/><category term='pets'/><category term='Bakhtin'/><category term='rhetoric'/><category term='mispronunciation'/><category term='work'/><category term='neighbors'/><category term='voting'/><category term='retro'/><category term='TV'/><category term='visual rhetoric'/><category term='accessories'/><category term='parties'/><category term='mortality'/><category term='paychecks'/><category term='Palin'/><category term='sci-fi'/><category term='improv'/><category term='pruning.'/><category term='cats'/><category term='type-os'/><category term='turkeys'/><category term='mythology'/><category term='ennui'/><category term='Figaro Speech'/><category term='wanderlust'/><category term='genealogy'/><category term='skyscapes'/><category term='disappointment'/><category term='rationality'/><category term='local news'/><category term='injustice'/><category term='post-modernism'/><category term='fire'/><category term='autumn'/><category term='j'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='Dickens'/><category term='editing'/><category term='West Texas'/><category term='inside jokes'/><category term='sandstorms'/><category term='meetings'/><category term='Kierkegaard'/><category term='Barack Obama'/><category term='corruption'/><category term='california'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='love'/><category term='shattered fantasies'/><category term='journalism'/><category term='Northern Exposure'/><category term='local politics'/><category term='animals'/><category term='education'/><category term='media'/><category term='technology'/><category term='X-Files'/><category term='Mt. 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Image courtesy of Ann's Needlework


As Hollywood's film version
 of Girl With the Dragon Tattoo tops the local marquees over the holidays, I have to wonder why the Americans felt the need to remake a three-year-old movie that the Swedes had already done a perfectly fine job with. It's a mystery, but then so is the popularity of the Millennium Trilogy at all, in my opinion.

I wrote this post </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5355395638592349888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=5355395638592349888' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/5355395638592349888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/5355395638592349888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2012/01/girl-who-loved-warmer-story.html' title='The Girl Who Loved a Warmer Story'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-3112170665295570271</id><published>2011-12-04T14:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T16:10:36.746-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful world'/><title type='text'>Vanilla Tales</title><summary type='text'>


Image courtesy of UCLA Biomedical Library, Spice Collection 

Once upon a time, vanilla was my term for anything ordinary, mainstream or unembellished. I used the word disparagingly, with contempt for all things that swam downstream or failed to stand out.

But that was before I understood vanilla. Vanilla, my friends, is anything but ordinary. In fact, vanilla is exotic, legendary and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3112170665295570271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=3112170665295570271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3112170665295570271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3112170665295570271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2011/12/vanilla-tales.html' title='Vanilla Tales'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uu4U-KAKr5k/TtwK2B6FwoI/AAAAAAAABC8/uyOZ6ONF2J4/s72-c/volcano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-8002391474426235618</id><published>2011-11-27T11:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T21:16:38.336-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human contact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mortality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shattered fantasies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointment'/><title type='text'>Someone Else's Dream</title><summary type='text'>


(Image "Masquerade" by Thomas Barbey)
Last night I had the strangest dream. I woke up from it sobbing in grief, but it wasn't my dream.

Of course, it was a bubble from my own subconscious, but it's just flotsam, or empathy, for an old acquaintance I spoke with last night on the phone.

Should I tell you my dream, or should I tell you the horrible Job-like story of my acquaintance's life? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/8002391474426235618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=8002391474426235618' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/8002391474426235618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/8002391474426235618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2011/11/someone-elses-dream.html' title='Someone Else&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I6DCHuX1YQE/TtK4v_DWBFI/AAAAAAAABC0/oJQ0u_2RSZ8/s72-c/thomas_barbey_masquerade_655_303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-3473546855170377726</id><published>2011-11-26T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T16:45:05.975-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swedish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The Story of S: Found In Translation</title><summary type='text'>
My grandfather (center)
I was never into genealogy; that was my dad's thing, but he somehow managed to get me involved, one way or another, over the years.

Pappaw's WWI Journal
For example, when I was a teen he had me transcribe the little journal my grandfather Edwin Albert Anderson kept while he was trudging across France in the winter during World War I.

I painstakingly copied out those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3473546855170377726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=3473546855170377726' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3473546855170377726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3473546855170377726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2011/11/story-of-s-found-in-translation.html' title='The Story of S: Found In Translation'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ywxKoILeoc/TtGSCNpSJeI/AAAAAAAABBY/lLT_x6JXQgc/s72-c/Pappaw%2Band%2BBros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-7062351655044333444</id><published>2011-09-12T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T22:04:53.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Americana'/><title type='text'>Curiosity and Peculiarity</title><summary type='text'>One of the many cabinets of curiosities are Bonnier de la Mosson   at the Bibliotèque centrale du Muséum national d'Histoire naturelle in Paris. I want to go there someday.In all the years since the kids and I wandered through the exhibit called "Strecker's Cabinet" at Baylor University's Mayborn Museum, I have been fascinated with cabinets of curiosity.In fact, if you've ever been in my home, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7062351655044333444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=7062351655044333444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/7062351655044333444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/7062351655044333444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2011/09/curiosity-and-peculiarity.html' title='Curiosity and Peculiarity'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQIs4dvgbVs/Tm5JntfjORI/AAAAAAAABAc/wjsEGwCFte0/s72-c/CABINET%2BMAGAZINE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-4862840558183395203</id><published>2011-09-11T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T15:31:36.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ennui'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Still a Few Drops in the Well (I Hope)</title><summary type='text'>After watching and listening to 9/11 stories on PBS and NPR for a week, I feel almost guilty to be publishing a non-9/11 post on this day, 10 years after nearly 3,000 people died in a terrorist attack. It's because my own 9/11 story is small and utterly insignificant; I comforted a little crew of children in a tiny rural elementary school in California as we waited for more news. I answered </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4862840558183395203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=4862840558183395203' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4862840558183395203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4862840558183395203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2011/09/still-few-drops-in-well-i-hope.html' title='Still a Few Drops in the Well (I Hope)'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ddf-2veIN1I/Tm0zG1NH3WI/AAAAAAAABAM/ap2NAsNuBYo/s72-c/inspiration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-4150663960996606735</id><published>2011-07-30T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T15:44:56.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultural hegemony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working class'/><title type='text'>Paradigm Shifts</title><summary type='text'>It's only thanks to Chomsky that I even know the word "hegemony"This morning, I visited a blog, Sey-Gep Hes, and read a post ("One of the Most Bizarre Cultural Practices in All Human History")  that discusses race issues from the point of view of someone who is part Native American.In addition to having a lot of interesting things to say, the writer was discouraged that he's gotten few responses </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4150663960996606735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=4150663960996606735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4150663960996606735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4150663960996606735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2011/07/paradigm-shifts.html' title='Paradigm Shifts'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--rj08m8CZeI/TjSJM1aC5tI/AAAAAAAAA_g/XF2sX2E5H48/s72-c/Chomsky.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-4870072190102049758</id><published>2011-07-17T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T21:45:10.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>The Hunger for a Good Read</title><summary type='text'>All I really want is something good to read, but you'd think I was asking for the moon. After dabbling in the precarious stack of books by my bedside, I finally read one that caught my attention, The Hunger Games. In fact, I then quickly read part two of the trilogy, Catching Fire, and ordered the third, Mockingjay, within minutes after reading the last page.It seems strange that, after a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4870072190102049758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=4870072190102049758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4870072190102049758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4870072190102049758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2011/07/hunger-for-good-read.html' title='The Hunger for a Good Read'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-02scAijVeX0/TlCJdcBKdcI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Ir8jmsiJ5UY/s72-c/young_girl_reading_by_joa_moon-d33i11r.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-260505711419421926</id><published>2011-05-23T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T07:17:59.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sci-fi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dystopian fiction'/><title type='text'>Inventing the Future</title><summary type='text'>Image courtesy of toomanybookstoolittletime.wordpress.comI'm reading Year of the Flood by Margaret Atwood. I discovered quite by accident that there is a sequel to Oryx and Crake, that that unsettling ending isn't the end of the story after all.As with Stephen King (sorry, Margaret, for comparing you to such a mainstream author), I have discovered Atwood's formula. But instead of making me lose </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/260505711419421926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=260505711419421926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/260505711419421926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/260505711419421926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2011/05/inventing-future.html' title='Inventing the Future'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-2635374667433535330</id><published>2011-05-03T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:23:02.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a day in the life'/><title type='text'>Why It Takes Me Awhile to Write a Presentation</title><summary type='text'>Because nothing is simple in my mind. Work assignment: write a presentation.(Image courtesy of chemistryland.com)But first, these types of thoughts have to run through my mind and find a place to settle along with the task at hand."We trace the historical development of the  business presentation genre over the last century, examine the influence  of the PowerPoint software tool, and consider the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2635374667433535330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=2635374667433535330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/2635374667433535330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/2635374667433535330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-it-takes-me-awhile-to-write.html' title='Why It Takes Me Awhile to Write a Presentation'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-2864474098721943655</id><published>2011-05-02T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:18:52.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a day in the life'/><title type='text'>May Day</title><summary type='text'>These little sprouts were hibiscus starts by the time I transplanted them today.Thank goodness Spring has arrived.In hopes of Spring, a folded away the down comforter and exchanged it for a fresh cotton quilt. When I pass through the room and see the expanse of this quilt and the sheer white curtains dancing above it in the breeze, I want to lie down and daydream.In hopes of Spring, I set out for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2864474098721943655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=2864474098721943655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/2864474098721943655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/2864474098721943655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-day.html' title='May Day'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mh9kx8sSwU/Tb5bKY0JyFI/AAAAAAAAA9s/A52S-ZBBmFk/s72-c/Boat%2BGarden%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-4087707082341431364</id><published>2011-03-05T07:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T08:43:59.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>The Algebra of Selling Yourself</title><summary type='text'>Image courtesy of apoorplayer.netWork is supposed to take up 40 hours of each week, right? We sell 40  hours of each precious 168 hours of our lives in order to survive. It's less than a quarter of our time, so it's not a bad deal really, considering what people once had to do to survive.Then we sleep, what?, 7 hours a night, if we're lucky and insomnia doesn't plague us. That's 49 hours a week, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4087707082341431364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=4087707082341431364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4087707082341431364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4087707082341431364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2011/03/algebra-of-selling-yourself.html' title='The Algebra of Selling Yourself'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AbQ0-GbUG-s/TXJlREo1pKI/AAAAAAAAA9c/VNEuS2oMS6w/s72-c/stress.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-666543307082729012</id><published>2011-03-01T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T19:17:20.296-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Rides &amp; Residences</title><summary type='text'>(Image courtesy of Pioneer Valley Local)Thirty years pass, water under the bridge, then the wonders of social networking allow for this exchange, each colorful term a tiny door that could be opened to reveal a wondrous vista.She writes: "Did you know several of my stories lately have begun  with, 'I once dated a hot-air balloon pilot...' I always have to stop  there and let people comment on that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/666543307082729012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=666543307082729012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/666543307082729012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/666543307082729012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2011/03/rides-residences.html' title='Rides &amp; Residences'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-3264965405695097777</id><published>2011-02-09T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T21:17:36.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Fast Food</title><summary type='text'>Image courtesy of lataco.comWell, now that I've revived the blog, I have to decide what to do with it. There are so many directions to go that I just can't decide.Maybe it could be a spot for restaurant reviews, in which case I should tell you about Naan of the Above in Arcata, where I had lunch today.It's sort of a stationary mobile restaurant. I mean, it's on wheels like a taco truck but tidier</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3264965405695097777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=3264965405695097777' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3264965405695097777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3264965405695097777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2011/02/slow-fast-food.html' title='Slow Fast Food'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-6434373647631939793</id><published>2011-02-08T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T19:46:59.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><summary type='text'>After a six-month silence, here I am, back again. With such little activity, it's likely there are no more readers of the Bitten Apple out there.During this time, I have archived all the posts I ever wrote since the inception of this blog in 2008, saved them all as Word files, began the project of printing them out into book form, for no better reason than a person would have for saving an old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/6434373647631939793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=6434373647631939793' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/6434373647631939793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/6434373647631939793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2011/02/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-2697795352690077205</id><published>2010-08-14T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T19:03:35.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Horror in the Laundryroom</title><summary type='text'>(Image courtesy of filmsinreview.com)I can still remember the first slasher films I ever saw, although it's taken me an hour and a lot of random internet surfing to remember the title, Silent Scream.All I really remember are a lot of terrifying moments in a big rambling seaside house. And then a horrible screaming madwoman escaping from an attic, all wild black hair, wild eyes and wildly swinging</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2697795352690077205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=2697795352690077205' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/2697795352690077205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/2697795352690077205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2010/08/horror-in-laundryroom.html' title='Horror in the Laundryroom'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/TGbIXXrUHtI/AAAAAAAAA84/-jEARePIvno/s72-c/Movie+Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-7565516172637843982</id><published>2010-08-09T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T20:46:12.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linguistics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Migrations</title><summary type='text'>I get to blog at work now sometimes.Blogging at work is a Special Project. My boss will wander into my cubicle, ask how I'm doing and then say the words I love to hear: "I have a Special Project for you."It's always something fun and interesting, something outside the box. One day, I took a client sightseeing. One time, I rummaged through boxes to find something. One day, I proofread a press </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7565516172637843982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=7565516172637843982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/7565516172637843982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/7565516172637843982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2010/08/migrations.html' title='Migrations'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/TGDLd2pIbAI/AAAAAAAAA8o/ey9tjsQMJdQ/s72-c/Dictionary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-2423570975120458344</id><published>2010-07-27T16:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T16:29:51.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Gambling</title><summary type='text'>Many months ago, I made a wager, of sorts.I passed my perfectly reliable car along to my son, whose precipitous entree into adulthood meant he needed my help. And I began driving an older SUV that I bought cheap last fall.I gambled that I would finish school and become gainfully employed before the SUV began to wear out and need a lot of work.The race is on.I'm working now and paychecks come in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2423570975120458344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=2423570975120458344' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/2423570975120458344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/2423570975120458344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2010/07/gambling.html' title='Gambling'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/TE9r1zx3ODI/AAAAAAAAA8g/qPK7zpYq1v8/s72-c/102209_14471.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-1813983996724680905</id><published>2010-07-14T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T22:33:34.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Write Like...</title><summary type='text'>...H.P. Lovecraft, apparently, writer of the sci-fi sub-genre "weird fiction" and whose "protagonists usually achieve the mirror-opposite of traditional gnosis and mysticism by momentarily glimpsing the horror of ultimate reality and the abyss."&lt;!-- Begin I Write Like Badge --&gt; I write likeH. P. LovecraftI Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!&lt;!-- End I Write Like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1813983996724680905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=1813983996724680905' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1813983996724680905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1813983996724680905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-write-like.html' title='I Write Like...'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-5806140811054931219</id><published>2010-06-29T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T19:12:44.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>Polaris &amp; Pan</title><summary type='text'>I think grad school was my mooring for the last three years; amongst all the life-altering events (divorce, for one), grad school was a constant, like the Northern Star, keeping me oriented.And then, a little over a month ago, I graduated.I should poll my colleagues and see if anyone else feels as thoroughly disoriented as I do now that it's all over.There was such a flurry of activity leading up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5806140811054931219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=5806140811054931219' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/5806140811054931219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/5806140811054931219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2010/06/polaris-pan.html' title='Polaris &amp; Pan'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/TCp9nh4pt0I/AAAAAAAAA74/l82nQq7YNh4/s72-c/Graduation+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-7222845837923788565</id><published>2010-06-16T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T13:44:19.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love Grows</title><summary type='text'>My eldest son became a young father last fall, a challenge that he has risen to with beautiful grace that absolutely humbles me.In a matter of months, this wild, reckless boy transformed into is a strong, fine man; an able, willing provider; a patient, loving partner; and a kind, gentle father.As for me, I really didn't know what grandmotherhood was going to be about, but I guessed it would just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7222845837923788565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=7222845837923788565' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/7222845837923788565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/7222845837923788565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-grows.html' title='Love Grows'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/TBkQCUInmSI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/bnW0cxp-Vv4/s72-c/New+Baby+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-4864307864498834439</id><published>2010-05-04T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T00:38:59.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Feather on the Breath of God</title><summary type='text'>Image courtesy of www.tumel.wordpress.comExcerpted from A Feather on the Breath of God, by Sigrid Nunez (1995)But was it so terrible to be an old maid? I saw myself traveling in foreign cities. Bright sun, ancient stones, the endless noon of the streets and the eternal dusk of the churches. Straw hat, sandals, a white blouse, and a skirt flaring gracefully below the knee. Dinner alone: bread, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4864307864498834439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=4864307864498834439' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4864307864498834439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4864307864498834439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2010/05/feather-on-breath-of-god.html' title='A Feather on the Breath of God'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/S-EgZhOuo4I/AAAAAAAAA24/Gl6D8OyY3vI/s72-c/peacockfeather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-4274658315723864196</id><published>2010-04-28T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T14:57:12.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive All Night</title><summary type='text'>(By Awna Texaira/Po' Girl)Where's your homeWhen life's spent on the road?Where you gonna hide your eyesWhen your heart's come undone?It could take all dayHeading out before the sun comes upYou could break downBefore you get out of townWhat's done is doneNo matter what's been saidIt's something, how much it takesWhen your friends are far awayI can't judge youFor the things that you didI'd take it </summary><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/S9iu_P8jo1I/AAAAAAAAA2w/RbJYfdZCNng/s72-c/road+at+night.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-6021891606863274444</id><published>2010-04-27T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T00:07:37.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>All I Want</title><summary type='text'>(By Joni Mitchell) I am on a lonely road and I am travelingLooking for something, what can it be?Oh I hate you  some, I love you someOh I love you when I forget  about me.I want to be strong, I want to laugh alongI want to  belong to the living.Alive, alive, I want to get up and jiveI  want to wreck my stockings in some juke box dive.Do you want to dance with me baby?Do you want to take a  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/6021891606863274444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=6021891606863274444' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/6021891606863274444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/6021891606863274444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-i-want.html' title='All I Want'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-1375708880714852675</id><published>2010-04-07T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T02:17:34.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online social networking'/><title type='text'>Facebook &amp; Etiquette</title><summary type='text'>A life like the one I've lived thrives with a tool like Facebook. Here's why:My life has been nomadic, characterized by self-reinvention and tenuous group connections. All my life, I've tried on lifestyles like costumes, found all of them rather ill-fitting and eventually moved on to the next one.A childhood in rural west Texas, an adolescence in a Southern California alternative high school, and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1375708880714852675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=1375708880714852675' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1375708880714852675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1375708880714852675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2010/04/facebook-etiquette.html' title='Facebook &amp; Etiquette'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/S7zzitGEBuI/AAAAAAAAA2g/HCTWHnmO0eI/s72-c/Manners.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-3055265144531085934</id><published>2010-03-26T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:26:45.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='academia'/><title type='text'>In the Hood</title><summary type='text'>Here in this image from HSU ceremony 2008, you can see the master's hood and the doctor's hood.As the ceremony for finishing my master's program edges closer, I've become curious about the history of its pageantry and costuming. For this ceremony, I will need more than a cap and gown, now I will need a white hood. White is the color that denotes my area of study --  in the Arts, Humanities and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3055265144531085934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=3055265144531085934' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3055265144531085934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3055265144531085934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-hood.html' title='In the Hood'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3057/2508521389_dd2b41da53_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-264027035278773476</id><published>2010-03-23T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:09:09.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><title type='text'>Swimming Pool Daydreams</title><summary type='text'>When my youngest son was little, I used to go to water aerobics class to work out in the water. Any excuse to get in a pool; I seriously love to swim.I didn't know anyone, so I just minded my own business, exercised against the resistance of the water, enjoyed feeling strong and buoyant, sunshine on my hair, the scent of chlorine in the air.Well, I didn't entirely mind my own business, because I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/264027035278773476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=264027035278773476' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/264027035278773476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/264027035278773476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2010/03/swimming-pool-daydreams.html' title='Swimming Pool Daydreams'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/S6m5EWG-M-I/AAAAAAAAAzw/XIOJCXLrbMM/s72-c/swim+cap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-644210130330193820</id><published>2010-03-17T02:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T03:01:15.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Like the Wild Roses</title><summary type='text'>"The long empty roadsSullen fires of sunset, fading,The eternal unresponsive sky.Against all this, Youth,Flaming like the wild roses,Singing like the larks over the plowed fields,Flashing like a star out of the twilight;Youth, with its insupportable sweetness,Its fierce necessity,Its sharp desire,Singing and singing,Out of the lips of silence,Out of the earthy dusk."-- Excerpted from "Prairie </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/644210130330193820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=644210130330193820' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/644210130330193820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/644210130330193820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2010/03/long-empty-roads-sullen-fires-of-sunset.html' title='Like the Wild Roses'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/S6CkL3BfABI/AAAAAAAAAzo/LDAZGUufbog/s72-c/CIMG1330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-1457686589669770603</id><published>2010-03-12T14:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:34:15.460-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pruning.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='refresh'/><title type='text'>Breathing Life</title><summary type='text'>Beautiful spring image courtesy of lh4.ggpht.com. Today I can finally breathe again, after a bout with pneumonia. I am on day three of antibiotics and day eight of being cooped up in the apartment. No more fever, and I can finally feel little stirrings of energy and determination and hope.I have not enjoyed good health this winter, and the reason is stress. Stress is such a 21st century word, so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1457686589669770603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=1457686589669770603' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1457686589669770603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1457686589669770603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2010/03/breathing-life.html' title='Breathing Life'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/S5rFubi2rII/AAAAAAAAAzg/ft48HwqYgaA/s72-c/Spring+blossoms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-1335194417711327234</id><published>2010-03-06T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:21:12.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Secret</title><summary type='text'>I write this through a fever haze that seems to affect the touch of my fingers on the keyboard. If you see a misspelled word or misplaced punctuation, be lenient with me today, please. I have the flu.It has been nearly a month since I last posted, tantalizingly announcing the existence of three secrets to be revealed. Here is one:That thesis, that 80-page behemoth that I labored over through the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1335194417711327234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=1335194417711327234' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1335194417711327234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1335194417711327234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-secret.html' title='One Secret'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-3968952101939709459</id><published>2010-02-10T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T23:26:35.061-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a day in the life'/><title type='text'>Ordinariness</title><summary type='text'>Image courtesy of http://www.pbase.com/kimberlybrummitt/image/14073755I woke up this morning to my alarm, which I had set even though it's my day off, because I wanted to have a productive morning.But I was momentarily confused when I woke up, thinking it was Thursday and I needed to get to work. Panic!This is the second Wednesday in a row I've done that. What is wrong with me?My work this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3968952101939709459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=3968952101939709459' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3968952101939709459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3968952101939709459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2010/02/ordinariness.html' title='Ordinariness'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/S3OucluExzI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/4G4ZJHnLFxI/s72-c/spring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-1084967915521688943</id><published>2010-01-24T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T16:08:00.043-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brain physiology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ennui'/><title type='text'>The Drama of Sameness and Difference</title><summary type='text'>I'm trying to find a satisfactory definition of ennui, something more descriptive than the "feeling of weariness and dissatisfaction" that Merriam-Webster offers up, and yet something that doesn't drag you straight down into a black hole populated with grotesquerie like Sylvia Plath's sonnet, "Ennui."Something about a world drained of color should be in a proper definition, don't you think?Even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1084967915521688943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=1084967915521688943' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1084967915521688943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1084967915521688943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2010/01/drama-of-sameness-and-difference.html' title='The Drama of Sameness and Difference'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/S10jO5iYTcI/AAAAAAAAAzI/_PzR73c3eaM/s72-c/3d_glasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-610991151148128289</id><published>2010-01-06T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T01:49:16.892-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet.'/><title type='text'>Unreal Life</title><summary type='text'>Image courtesy of jonco48.comIn the same way the television is objectionable, the internet is also.It takes a lot of effort to avoid the garbage, the incessant flow of mind pollution that the internet (just like the TV) brings into one's life.This pollution bombards you against your will, while you're trying to engage in wholesome, meaningful activities. Examples of pollution: ads, popups, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/610991151148128289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=610991151148128289' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/610991151148128289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/610991151148128289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2010/01/unreal-life.html' title='Unreal Life'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/S0WUaftvfVI/AAAAAAAAAyw/ycaIfrGKf0U/s72-c/taking+root.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-7713772983135261894</id><published>2010-01-03T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:36:28.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>At the Crossroads</title><summary type='text'>With hands that trembled a bit, I hit "print" and sent my thesis, which my advisers have assured me is not my magnum opus, to the printer. Eighty-five pages shot out of the machine in rapid succession.Again, my hands trembled a little as I gathered them up, stacked them neatly together, felt the satisfying heft of them and tucked them safely away in a manila folder.I had promised myself I'd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7713772983135261894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=7713772983135261894' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/7713772983135261894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/7713772983135261894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2010/01/crossroads.html' title='At the Crossroads'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/S0Ga8ZFnS_I/AAAAAAAAAyo/vOMGJHfDEr0/s72-c/obmcrossroads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-7548225260301642832</id><published>2010-01-03T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:41:38.991-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>On the Wane</title><summary type='text'>Reach a hand to the crescent moonGrab hold of the hollowIf she sits in the palm of the leftThat moon will be fuller tomorrowIf she sits in the palm of the rightThat moon is on the waneAnd the love of the one who shares your bedWill be doing just the sameWon't you come with me, she saidThere's plenty of room in my iron bedYou're looking cold and tiredAnd more than a little humanI know I'm not part</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7548225260301642832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=7548225260301642832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/7548225260301642832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/7548225260301642832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-wane.html' title='On the Wane'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/S0BloO852QI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/r1KDdYWcNjY/s72-c/Craft+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-655077337351209255</id><published>2009-12-28T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T01:32:39.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in the Past</title><summary type='text'>Run away to the seashore it doesn't matter anymoreDoesn't matter anymoreWords dry up and fly away with the passing of the daysEventually you just let the stone fallI dreamed that I saw you you were down at the corner storeYou were looking through magazines and you flew out the doorI was trying to wave to you but you wouldn't wave backNow you know I understand you're with me only in the pastOnly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/655077337351209255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=655077337351209255' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/655077337351209255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/655077337351209255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/12/only-in-past.html' title='Only in the Past'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-818618331452889218</id><published>2009-12-23T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T12:42:34.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Dirty Laundry</title><summary type='text'>Image courtesy of oopshi.comThe McKinleyville laundromat is superior in so many ways to the Sunny Brae one, that it makes up for the fact that there's no coffee shop in its parking lot.1. There's music playing over a PA system. In fact, at one point the song was (and I'm not making this up) "Dirty Laundry" by Don Henley.2. The washing machines do not smell as if something died in each of them.In </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/818618331452889218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=818618331452889218' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/818618331452889218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/818618331452889218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/12/dirty-laundry.html' title='Dirty Laundry'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SzJ9L-dMF7I/AAAAAAAAAyI/Tx6oi3TUkpA/s72-c/bra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-2484100953544748116</id><published>2009-12-22T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T13:55:30.044-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Holiday Senses</title><summary type='text'>These are scenes from my last trip to Old Town in Eureka. Things were looking beautiful to me that day. I post them here because I am psyching myself up for another foray into the great big world.This time  I doubt I will see anything that will pull my camera from my pocket.Then again, maybe there is some beauty to be noticed at the laundromat, in line at the post office, or somewhere out there -</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2484100953544748116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=2484100953544748116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/2484100953544748116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/2484100953544748116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-senses.html' title='Holiday Senses'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SzE-FKXv3qI/AAAAAAAAAx4/VNBV6Cpwkz8/s72-c/Tree+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-2903978782304223793</id><published>2009-12-11T18:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T18:59:04.764-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>The Night Campus</title><summary type='text'>Teaching an evening class this semester, I have seen another side of the campus. From the pretty arched and paned window of the English Department office, I have seen amazing sunsets:And walking out onto the darkened sidewalks after class, I've encountered the denizens of the night, the fat and brazen raccoons:And I've discovered that creaky old Founders Hall, oldest building on campus, is not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2903978782304223793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=2903978782304223793' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/2903978782304223793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/2903978782304223793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/12/night-campus.html' title='The Night Campus'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SyMF6q82Z7I/AAAAAAAAAxg/IpDwp00ttio/s72-c/scenery+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-5764458222679787714</id><published>2009-12-10T21:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:50:01.362-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Obstacle Courses &amp; Course Obstacles</title><summary type='text'>Even though I gave myself 45 minutes to get to the university from my apartment, I was still late for the portfolio reading.I didn't waste any time either; I stopped for a latte but didn't dawdle.But unfortunately, arriving at the university I made the mistake of turning down Harpst Street, which has temporarily become a one-way road while construction is going on.On such a busy morning, at such </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5764458222679787714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=5764458222679787714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/5764458222679787714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/5764458222679787714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/12/obstacle-courses-course-obstacles.html' title='Obstacle Courses &amp; Course Obstacles'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SyHa0x5coFI/AAAAAAAAAxA/_vZrlwB5JlE/s72-c/FileFolders.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-3217435739338792926</id><published>2009-12-09T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:07:44.395-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful world'/><title type='text'>Vistas &amp;  Venues</title><summary type='text'>I've been waking up at the reasonable hour of 8:24 every day, as if there is a magical alarm clock in my body, set for that time. It's kind of nice actually, although I do miss the days when I was sure my bed was the warmest, coziest, most comfortable place in the world.I spent the morning drinking coffee, tidying up my messy apartment and downloading music. Interesting turn the musical treasure </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3217435739338792926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=3217435739338792926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3217435739338792926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3217435739338792926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/12/vistas-venues.html' title='Vistas &amp;  Venues'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SyHIW2ltYBI/AAAAAAAAAw4/KTeRf4ZqVJ0/s72-c/clock+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-6249350808816190267</id><published>2009-12-08T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T01:11:56.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outlaw Music</title><summary type='text'>I have quite recently come to terms with my Southern roots and realized I have the power to filter out the bad country music and enjoy the good stuff.However, I still think there should be two names, Country &amp; Western for the crap that is impossibly stupid and something very cool for the stuff I like. "Alt Country" doesn't really describe it, since I don't like much of that either. Nor does </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/6249350808816190267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=6249350808816190267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/6249350808816190267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/6249350808816190267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/12/outlaw-music.html' title='Outlaw Music'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-2462291061361787795</id><published>2009-12-03T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T02:17:52.645-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>Academic Road</title><summary type='text'>I must be one of those people who thrives on high energy, because things have gotten very interesting in my class lately as we near portfolio time.Maybe it is because I have worked very hard up until now, and after this my students' success is in their own hands. All I can really do is let go and wish them well.Maybe it is because I've set aside the thesis project to take up at a later date. In </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2462291061361787795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=2462291061361787795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/2462291061361787795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/2462291061361787795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/12/academic-road.html' title='Academic Road'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SxjDW0o1IeI/AAAAAAAAAwI/hXyXcxi-X7w/s72-c/2edb5566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-1008848106779098668</id><published>2009-12-02T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:59:48.444-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Deliverance</title><summary type='text'>While the boss is out of town on his honeymoon, the production of the newspaper is in the hands of the printing company. My job during this three-week period is just to deliver the papers to the various newspaper boxes and stores.I made the drive out to the printer's yesterday morning, out to the stark, golden island of Samoa -- a place that's remote and empty except for the strikingly horrible </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1008848106779098668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=1008848106779098668' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1008848106779098668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1008848106779098668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/12/deliverance.html' title='Deliverance'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/Sxc2hzvo0_I/AAAAAAAAAv4/_LyjWxzuLwM/s72-c/Delivery+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-3321682554362056890</id><published>2009-11-28T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T03:07:48.711-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loneliness'/><title type='text'>If Only, If Only</title><summary type='text'>Tonight in McKinleyvilleIt's time to pick up the Bitten Apple again, along with many other things that have fallen by the wayside lately in pursuit of ridiculous unattainable things.I have been saying that hope is the thing that has allowed me to live through the last two unbelievably turbulent years.Now I'm not really sure what keeps me moving forward, but it isn't hope.I'm going to try to just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3321682554362056890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=3321682554362056890' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3321682554362056890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3321682554362056890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/11/lonely-road.html' title='If Only, If Only'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SxH8_ZPYFWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/THklcQQS7qM/s72-c/Sunset+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-1475435794574234812</id><published>2009-11-27T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T18:29:02.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Lips That Taste of Tears</title><summary type='text'>ThrenodyBy Dorothy Parker (1926)Lilacs blossom just as sweetNow my heart is shattered.If I bowled it down the street,Who's to say it mattered?If there's one that rode away,What would I be missing?Lips that taste of tears, they sayAre the best for kissing.Eyes that watch the morning starSeem a little brighter.Arms held out to darkness areUsually a little whiter.Shall I bar the strolling guestBind </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1475435794574234812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=1475435794574234812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1475435794574234812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1475435794574234812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/11/threnody_27.html' title='Lips That Taste of Tears'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/Sw-pAdatCrI/AAAAAAAAAus/LLqDccH3H2w/s72-c/Craft+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-4448717127201934179</id><published>2009-11-24T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:12:20.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bird Forgot the Song</title><summary type='text'>Little Miss SorrowShe had those magic eyes you could see from miles aroundShe wore her summer dresses brightQuite like the skyShe always came in coloursAll smiles and daffodilsShe let her hair down in the breezeBut every little thing has changed today - little Miss SorrowEvery little thing turned pale and faded - little Miss SorrowThe sunlight doesn't showAlthough the colours goOut through the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4448717127201934179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=4448717127201934179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4448717127201934179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4448717127201934179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/11/bird-forgot-song.html' title='The Bird Forgot the Song'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-2002919637140763191</id><published>2009-11-18T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:36:23.823-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linguistics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Word</title><summary type='text'>English majors -- you know what I mean?A few select characteristics probably come instantly to mind to describe the average, ordinary English major: word person, a bookworm, big vocabulary, good at Scrabble, and so on.But to those of us who majored in English at HSU there are three very distinct and easily recognizable subcategories. At HSU, the major is split into three pathways: Literary </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2002919637140763191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=2002919637140763191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/2002919637140763191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/2002919637140763191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/11/word.html' title='Word'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-8930954941777072337</id><published>2009-11-18T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T02:25:03.411-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I Wish You Were Here</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/8930954941777072337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=8930954941777072337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/8930954941777072337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/8930954941777072337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wish-you-were-here.html' title='I Wish You Were Here'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-4567694887149675257</id><published>2009-11-09T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:27:26.637-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Rome Wasn't Built in a Day</title><summary type='text'>I finally got down to the business of actually writing my thesis today.As opposed to seemingly endless research and reading. As opposed to sorting out my previous work, three different papers, under the headings of my thesis sections. And as opposed to crafting a comprehensive works cited section.In other words I have done everything under the sun to get out of the process of actually writing.But</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4567694887149675257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=4567694887149675257' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4567694887149675257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4567694887149675257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/11/rome-wasnt-built-in-day.html' title='Rome Wasn&apos;t Built in a Day'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SvkFINtVTEI/AAAAAAAAAuc/mcei4panqJs/s72-c/Beach+048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-2091739923360701611</id><published>2009-11-09T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T04:32:06.099-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Dust</title><summary type='text'>Image of Spalding Butterfly Collection courtesy of mark6mauroBear with me while I mix metaphors recklessly as I try to pin my feelings down long enough to analyze them a little.Pin them down -- as if my feelings were pretty butterflies, tragically pinned to a board in some collector's den, their lives of sunshine, flowers and flight cut short and sacrificed to knowledge that is, after all, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2091739923360701611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=2091739923360701611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/2091739923360701611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/2091739923360701611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/11/dust.html' title='Dust'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/142/384424133_1c8ab978c8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-3464822664503814472</id><published>2009-11-07T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T00:31:26.407-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Gathering Flowers</title><summary type='text'>You know, I always say the reason I'm a journalist (and now an academic) is I don't have the stamina (or the attention span) for long, sustained writing.I like small things-- news articles, press releases, 5-page literary analyses, etc. -- things you can finish in short order. I work very intensely for awhile, then move on and forget about it.I am struggling to manage my thesis, which in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3464822664503814472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=3464822664503814472' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3464822664503814472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3464822664503814472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/11/gathering-flowers.html' title='Gathering Flowers'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SvZNjU8OoXI/AAAAAAAAAsY/RCYPSYYtTa0/s72-c/midsommar+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-5850556215286844555</id><published>2009-10-29T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:38:09.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Building the Big Love</title><summary type='text'>And I know what love can do.Yes I know what hearts can do.The big love -- is taking the wheel,The big love -- goes head over heels,The big lust-- bring it into the small world,The bigger, the better-- Big loveWaiting to catch the big one,Head over heels, the big oneBring it into the small world.I'm building the big big love,I'm building the big big love.It has to be a big thing.It's bringing me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5850556215286844555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=5850556215286844555' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/5850556215286844555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/5850556215286844555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/10/waiting-to-catch-big-one.html' title='Building the Big Love'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-1721757318906363183</id><published>2009-10-24T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T16:16:44.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visual rhetoric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>Visual Rhetoric</title><summary type='text'>My master's thesis (or master's project, depending on who you ask and on what day):Image courtesy of premiere.comConstructed from three different papers I've written, it is roughly pasted together connections built from reading, research and classroom experiences. It will probably walk funny, question its origins and perhaps even try to kill me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1721757318906363183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=1721757318906363183' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1721757318906363183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1721757318906363183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/10/visual-rhetoric.html' title='Visual Rhetoric'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-5875589447369924914</id><published>2009-10-23T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:03:50.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='languages'/><title type='text'>The Further in You Go</title><summary type='text'>Photo courtesy of jerryrig.comIt's like that opening scene from The Grinch (2000), when the camera heads toward a snowflake then inside, deeper and deeper to a whole universe and a little planet and a little town, Whoville, and the little house of Cindy Lou Who.That's what research is like.You think you've gotten down to the essence of a subject, but when you look closely you see there are whole </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5875589447369924914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=5875589447369924914' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/5875589447369924914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/5875589447369924914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/10/further-in-you-go.html' title='The Further in You Go'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-4220178460540478899</id><published>2009-10-21T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:27:44.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>Insomnia &amp; Fairy Tales</title><summary type='text'>Image from the film, Photographing Fairies, courtesy of fanpop.comI used to be the most luxurious sleeper. I was like the character, Sophie, in my favorite book, Little, Big (John Crowley)/ (Read Chapter One here, if you're interested.)Sophie was a dreamy person who luxuriated in sleep, spent more time asleep than awake, was forever falling asleep or catnapping, and dreaming interesting dreams."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4220178460540478899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=4220178460540478899' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4220178460540478899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4220178460540478899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/10/insomnia-fairy-tales.html' title='Insomnia &amp; Fairy Tales'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qa-fHCxVwxk/SDhRb-ww8WI/AAAAAAAABEw/bs8WAtl4-xc/s72-c/DSC02764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-3653205140217726846</id><published>2009-10-14T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T04:59:00.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandmotherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carpe Diem'/><title type='text'>Children Teach You How to Raise Children</title><summary type='text'>With my two fine nearly grown sons earlier this summer.A friend posted the following on Facebook recently and I wanted to share it. I tracked down the author's name, Anne Quindlen. Enjoy!"Raising children is presented at first as a true-false test, then becomes multiple choice, until finally, far along, you realize that it is an endless essay.""On Raising Children"By Anna QuindlenIf not for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3653205140217726846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=3653205140217726846' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3653205140217726846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3653205140217726846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/10/children-teach-you-how-to-raise.html' title='Children Teach You How to Raise Children'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/StYwDkkY4CI/AAAAAAAAAo4/LJ_jE25hHe0/s72-c/Shower+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-7225413540855576281</id><published>2009-10-09T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T20:09:31.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>Nine Realizations</title><summary type='text'>Baby Anora holds her papa's fingerThe dust is settling after the mad rush of moving, followed by having Swine Flu (!) and trying to balance that with fulfilling all my obligations. And I have come to some important realizations.#1: H1N1 is something to be reckoned with.Swine Flu is virulent. It knocked me and my legendary immune system right down. I was very sick from Sunday to Saturday, and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7225413540855576281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=7225413540855576281' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/7225413540855576281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/7225413540855576281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/10/realizations.html' title='Nine Realizations'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/Ss_mpofkQOI/AAAAAAAAAog/ziwjXnjDUCY/s72-c/Anora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-4657932067522305373</id><published>2009-10-07T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:29:19.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Authors Say It Better</title><summary type='text'>Imagine this "tall, imposing woman" is, instead, barrel-chested and vigorous man, strutting into the room like he owns the place."Bowers opened the door of the reception room and a tall, imposing woman rustled in, bringing with her a glow of animation which pervaded the room as if half a dozen persons, all talking gaily, had come in instead of one."She was large, handsome, expansive, uncontrolled</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4657932067522305373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=4657932067522305373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4657932067522305373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4657932067522305373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-authors-say-it-better.html' title='When Authors Say It Better'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-1160736033548842663</id><published>2009-10-06T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:25:00.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>Consumer Artiifacts</title><summary type='text'>A long and rigorous two days of student conferences. I scheduled 15 minutes with each of my 25 students, to give them feedback on the polished draft of their consumer artifact analysis paper.What fun to entertain their ideas, to take them seriously, to work with them until they reach a deeper significance in looking at their artifact.Topics: makeup, cellphones, colored contacts, robots, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1160736033548842663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=1160736033548842663' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1160736033548842663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1160736033548842663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/10/consumer-artiifacts.html' title='Consumer Artiifacts'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-6704161240658926737</id><published>2009-10-01T01:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T10:18:48.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandmotherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>The Trouble with September</title><summary type='text'>At last, I've reached the end of that trying month, September. Even with the blessings it brought (beautiful new granddaughter!), September was overwhelming, like a tsunami I was trying to surf.I don't know how well I did, but at least I am still here.We are entirely moved out of the house, which was a chore so monumental I can hardly describe it. It was more than just a move; it was a complete </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/6704161240658926737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=6704161240658926737' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/6704161240658926737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/6704161240658926737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/10/trouble-with-september.html' title='The Trouble with September'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SsR6b8ujX0I/AAAAAAAAAoY/X90MPsdxqig/s72-c/Pumpkin+Carving+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-6082730838191891104</id><published>2009-09-23T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:25:28.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reciprocity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genre theory'/><title type='text'>Secrets</title><summary type='text'>From ethicurean.comLike in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, when the secret to the universe is revealed to be 42, I have learned a couple of seemingly humble but mighty powerful things in grad school, things that apply to all of life-- genre theory and the theory of reciprocity.These two theories explain everything that has ever confused me about life.Of course, most people do not take </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/6082730838191891104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=6082730838191891104' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/6082730838191891104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/6082730838191891104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/09/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SrsP7sfSy8I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/X124Yz65UgE/s72-c/2006-12-091.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-9035846102825629860</id><published>2009-09-17T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:34:24.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><summary type='text'>Image courtesy of gemini-soul.deviantart.com/For five nights now I have slept in my new apartment. I've cooked a few meals, made coffee every morning, taken five showers. I live there.However, I only have a little furniture there to pad my life-- bed, couch, kitchen.  The real moving day, involving dressers, desk and kitchen table, etc. happens tomorrow. Friends, bless them, are coming to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/9035846102825629860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=9035846102825629860' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/9035846102825629860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/9035846102825629860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-digs.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SrMoOl5hZpI/AAAAAAAAAoI/SM3x2FTjdpE/s72-c/Home_Sweet_Home_by_Gemini_Soul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-1285782896434572278</id><published>2009-09-10T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:20:55.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandmotherhood'/><title type='text'>Lucky Number Nine</title><summary type='text'>The auspicious date 09.09.09 brought this little bundle of love into our family at 7:29 a.m.I'll write more when I find the words.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1285782896434572278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=1285782896434572278' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1285782896434572278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1285782896434572278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/09/lucky-number-nine.html' title='Lucky Number Nine'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SqlfbY8p99I/AAAAAAAAAoA/1DzTE5X-ykQ/s72-c/090909_11021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-256245606911097177</id><published>2009-09-07T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:32:33.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Flaskpost</title><summary type='text'>My kärlek mug says this inside:Jag känner mig trygg och säker omkring dig.Efter allt vi upplevt tillsammansvet jag hur mycket du älskar mig.Den värmen är något som jag vill ge till digdu är ju den person som betydermest för mig i mitt liv.En sak är säker, och det här lovar jag nudu kommer aldrig att lämna mitt hjärta.Wisely, I never translated it until today. How do you say "bitter irony" in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/256245606911097177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=256245606911097177' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/256245606911097177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/256245606911097177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/09/flaskpost.html' title='Flaskpost'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2333/2264902942_f2466bcd16_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-6174504699777720577</id><published>2009-09-07T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:08:38.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartache'/><title type='text'>Begin to Dream Again</title><summary type='text'>Diamond Road(Sheryl Crow) Walk with me the diamond road Tell me every story told Give me something of your soul That I can hold onto I want to wake up to the sound of waves Crashing on a brand new day Keep the memory of your face But wipe the pain away   When you're lonely When you're heart aches  It's gonna take a little time Yeah, it's gonna take a little time When the night falls  When you're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/6174504699777720577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=6174504699777720577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/6174504699777720577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/6174504699777720577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/09/begin-to-dream-again.html' title='Begin to Dream Again'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-4209235628298098725</id><published>2009-09-06T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:42:39.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandmotherhood'/><title type='text'>Life Goes On</title><summary type='text'>Today, I saw my son and his girlfriend who are expecting a child, my first grandchild, in about two weeks. I was working today, but I was able to take an hour off to have lunch with them.They are a sweet and beautiful young couple.My son has grown into an amazing young man before my eyes. He was full of stories of his new job, making pizza at a nice local restaurant, of plans for the future, of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4209235628298098725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=4209235628298098725' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4209235628298098725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4209235628298098725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-goes-on.html' title='Life Goes On'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SqSbRBAGQ_I/AAAAAAAAAns/l1ahxLKOL70/s72-c/Trinidad+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-5800651950837616466</id><published>2009-09-05T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T01:57:00.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep, Store, Donate, Toss</title><summary type='text'>(Image courtesy of coyotethunder.com)By the middle of the month, I will be moving... somewhere.It would be nice if finding a suitable place were possible, but instead I will be lucky to find something tolerable.I've applied for a little apartment, and I will know next week if I get it. On the positive side, it is neat and tidy, has a nice kitchen and plenty of widows, and is near the beach. On </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5800651950837616466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=5800651950837616466' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/5800651950837616466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/5800651950837616466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/09/keep-store-donate-toss.html' title='Keep, Store, Donate, Toss'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SqImBjdzalI/AAAAAAAAAnk/05nHtbGN-Uk/s72-c/Moving_Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-5085321095073324069</id><published>2009-08-31T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T12:40:06.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Alice in the Grocery Store</title><summary type='text'>When I went to Sweden I went to many beautiful and quaint little towns, drove through green and picturesque countryside, and had many breathtaking, enjoyable experiences.Nevertheless, one of the most facinating things I experienced was something quite humble: going to the grocery store.If anyone was going grocery shopping, I made sure to tag along. The grocery store was like a wonderland and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5085321095073324069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=5085321095073324069' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/5085321095073324069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/5085321095073324069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/08/alice-in-grocery-store.html' title='Alice in the Grocery Store'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/Spt7mEskeqI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Bh2lfm1Z5gY/s72-c/Swedish+pizza+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-4134230117239684667</id><published>2009-08-30T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:26:21.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweden'/><title type='text'>Little Things</title><summary type='text'>Two weeks have passed since I returned to the United States, and dear friends keep asking me when I will write the rest of the story of my trip to Sweden.With all my heart, I miss the sense of amazement that filled me for two full weeks in that beautiful place. Little things --things the Swedes themselves probably don't even notice-- were fascinating to me, things that look ordinary but on closer</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4134230117239684667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=4134230117239684667' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4134230117239684667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4134230117239684667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-things.html' title='Little Things'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SprXt7vhw2I/AAAAAAAAAkc/hj3X5AiHgls/s72-c/Swedish+pizza+040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-7984315319093302794</id><published>2009-08-19T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:33:44.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='academia'/><title type='text'>Surfacing</title><summary type='text'>Sun rising in southern Sweden, as seen through a rain-wet window of a bus that is heading away.I am back and struggling with an overwhelming sense of disorientation. Once I have successfully recast all my experiences and memories into the neutral adventure everyone thinks I had, I will probably feel better.I found something I wrote at a midway point through the trip:"This is as painful as a birth</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7984315319093302794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=7984315319093302794' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/7984315319093302794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/7984315319093302794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/08/surfacing.html' title='Surfacing'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SozRL7nx3MI/AAAAAAAAAjU/chZzxa28YSg/s72-c/the+last+part+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-6418090396932789548</id><published>2009-08-04T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:00:12.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starwoman</title><summary type='text'>I'd love to tell you about what's different in Sweden, but the list is quite long. Where in the world to begin?Think of a movie where a friendly alien lands on Earth, Starman, for example. I am that alien, wandering through the grocery store, the city plaza, the apartment complex, in a constant state of wonder.Mostly it's fun, though sometimes it can get overwhelming, and sometimes plain </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/6418090396932789548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=6418090396932789548' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/6418090396932789548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/6418090396932789548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/08/starwoman.html' title='Starwoman'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-1020742368712508270</id><published>2009-08-03T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:45:17.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Förlorad och Återfunnen (Lost &amp; Found)</title><summary type='text'>I love Swedish cloudsBy the time I arrived in Copenhagen, I had been up and traveling for 19 hours and had not really slept well in several days. Off the plane I was met with a sea of languages and long lines of people.There was a Danish child next to me in line who literally never stopped talking for the entire 45 minutes it took for all the passengers one by one to show their passports to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1020742368712508270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=1020742368712508270' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1020742368712508270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1020742368712508270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/08/forlorad-och-aterfunnen-lost-found.html' title='Förlorad och Återfunnen (Lost &amp; Found)'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SncdfGEzluI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Q94hGfzHGxI/s72-c/Sweden+2+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-5306389648138522754</id><published>2009-08-03T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T02:39:36.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Att Resa (Traveling)</title><summary type='text'>I've been trying to write a post for a week but it's too difficult! The impressions come in such rapid succession that there is no time for processing and writing, which for me takes time and a certain relaxed state. Every time I sit down at the computer to write, something interesting happens or someone interesting comes over to talk to me.I flew to Sweden Monday after spending two days in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5306389648138522754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=5306389648138522754' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/5306389648138522754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/5306389648138522754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/08/att-resa-traveling.html' title='Att Resa (Traveling)'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SnaulvRAUPI/AAAAAAAAAiU/3M7qCn7tJ8o/s72-c/Sverige+travel+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-7729780546767105923</id><published>2009-07-24T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:46:22.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>On the Road</title><summary type='text'>Image courtesy of http://wallacestrobycom.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.htmlI am leaving tomorrow for The City, where I will spend the night with my high school friend, Kelly, whom I haven't seen for at least 25 years.I searched for Kelly for years until I finally found her about a year ago on Facebook. Now, we talk on the phone regularly and keep up with each other's lives.Kelly was by far the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7729780546767105923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=7729780546767105923' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/7729780546767105923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/7729780546767105923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-road.html' title='On the Road'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_da5kERvbY8w/SZo8a2j3V_I/AAAAAAAAAVs/wnTRvE7G-Ts/s72-c/BoesOnTheRoad.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-3279989159718595015</id><published>2009-07-18T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:14:46.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swedish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>Pleasure and Business</title><summary type='text'>OK, all these years I never noticed the mustard sauce in my fridge said "Swedish Style" (Photo courtesy losbagels.com)I had dinner with my favorite professor, also my thesis adviser, last night at Larrupin Cafe in Trinidad.It was my first time to try that place, although I've been eating their famous Larrupin Sauce on my bagels and anything else I can think of for years. It's a delicious mustard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3279989159718595015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=3279989159718595015' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3279989159718595015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3279989159718595015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/07/pleasure-and-business.html' title='Pleasure and Business'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-1075259757675117870</id><published>2009-07-15T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:51:15.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>Work Ends, Vacation Begins</title><summary type='text'>With my fellow teachers I made it through the final week of teaching two classes in the International program.I made it through an eight-week session, flying by the seat of my pants many times. And many times, I blessed Professor Stacey for teaching me improv in teaching. I can't count how many times I needed those skills he taught me.And I appreciate Professor Doty, who made me understand my own</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1075259757675117870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=1075259757675117870' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1075259757675117870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1075259757675117870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/07/work-ends-vacation-begins.html' title='Work Ends, Vacation Begins'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/Sl6vyLHHJMI/AAAAAAAAAfs/_GrtHWz7v1w/s72-c/Beach+105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-2194574670716965055</id><published>2009-07-10T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T17:23:31.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful world'/><title type='text'>Nesting vs. Wanderlust</title><summary type='text'>'Round and round and round she goes; where she stops, nobody knows.I had a delicious dinner with friends last night at their adorable beach-cottage hideaway.It was charming and idyllic-- blossoming garden, pretty cats perched everywhere, amazing dinner, pink cocktails in fancy glasses, a tiny cake, laughter, camaraderie, and, as I made my way through the darkness to my car afterward, the scent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2194574670716965055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=2194574670716965055' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/2194574670716965055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/2194574670716965055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/07/round-and-round.html' title='Nesting vs. Wanderlust'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SlfYpfgB6SI/AAAAAAAAAfc/6N9f51M49oE/s72-c/table.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-3894507063155082266</id><published>2009-07-08T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:44:59.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swedish'/><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><summary type='text'>Swedish consonants are not so much the problem as are vowels, stress and tone.Swedish pronunciation is confounding me.I had my weekly lesson with Pastor Dean, a retired Lutheran minister in his 90s who gives me lessons at the church in Eureka. We have met twice now, and it's been tremendously helpful.I really enjoy it, and kind of wish it happened more than once a week.I am now envying my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3894507063155082266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=3894507063155082266' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3894507063155082266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3894507063155082266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/07/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-8553674601662427242</id><published>2009-07-08T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:49:35.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful world'/><title type='text'>Summer Pleasures</title><summary type='text'>#1:  Summer FestivalsThe Summer Arts Fair was absolutely splendid! My friend and I brought a gorgeous picnic with us and filled our coffee cups with good wine. Running into old friends at every turn was so fun. That huge smile never left my face all day.#2: Teaching Summer SchoolI can't believe it is almost the end of the session for the classes I am teaching.It has been the most wonderful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/8553674601662427242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=8553674601662427242' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/8553674601662427242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/8553674601662427242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-cant-believe-it-is-almost-end-of.html' title='Summer Pleasures'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SlRXSpWuiII/AAAAAAAAAfA/PRS80INxyb0/s72-c/Summer+Arts+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-3739091991713970023</id><published>2009-06-22T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:56:18.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swedish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>Sunshine and Clouds</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was a splendid day on the North Coast, with unexpected sunshine and the prediction of many more sunshiny days to come.I rushed home from church, threw on a swimsuit and made a little paradise on the newly mowed grass of my backyard. I listened to music, made phone calls, and lazily attempted to play Scrabble over the internet, while the neighbor's horses peered curiously at me over the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3739091991713970023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=3739091991713970023' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3739091991713970023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3739091991713970023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunshine-and-clouds.html' title='Sunshine and Clouds'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/Sj-pR9Wu1TI/AAAAAAAAAdg/D5fqaGZ4Vd4/s72-c/Sunbathing+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-2148077907551836145</id><published>2009-06-19T22:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:27:31.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swedish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Waiting Time</title><summary type='text'>Thirty-eight days. Is it a long time or short?There is barely enough time for all the things I need to get done before I can leave: prepare my fall class, teach the two classes I am now teaching, sock away some money, make a million lists and blah blah blah; I won't bore you with the details that I find endlessly entertaining.But the anticipation is almost painful. I can hardly wait to be there, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2148077907551836145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=2148077907551836145' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/2148077907551836145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/2148077907551836145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/06/waiting-time.html' title='Waiting Time'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-1029957725558672203</id><published>2009-06-17T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:53:43.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swedish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Turning Corners</title><summary type='text'>i.ehow.comThe sun came out in this part of the world at long last. I ran around doing errands and getting things done.For one thing, I purchased a plane ticket.Things are set in motion, and I am taking a trip!! Hooray! Now I have five weeks to tie up loose ends and get prepared. Just a little scouting mission, just a chance to see what Sverige is like.A Little Extra CashLongitudebooks.comI am all</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1029957725558672203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=1029957725558672203' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1029957725558672203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1029957725558672203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/06/turning-corners.html' title='Turning Corners'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-1301885827427967859</id><published>2009-06-16T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:18:39.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful world'/><title type='text'>Wanderlust</title><summary type='text'>New adventures are right around the corner, and I plan to chronicle them on this blog. Seeing new things, experiencing a new culture, learning a new language, meeting new people-- I will tell you all about it as it unfolds.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1301885827427967859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=1301885827427967859' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1301885827427967859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1301885827427967859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/06/wanderlust.html' title='Wanderlust'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SjiKII-ivFI/AAAAAAAAAdE/aheKjVC_WUs/s72-c/il.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-4752796322397649871</id><published>2009-06-10T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:36:01.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swedish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>As The World Turns</title><summary type='text'>Remember the olden days when I used to post every day? And now, weeks go by with nary a peep. It's not like there are any shortages of things going on in my world and in my head, but the drama of my life has definitely toned way down. Thank God.Now there are just a few things to report:The Joy &amp; the ChallengesIt's week three of teaching and I seriously love it. I truly like and respect every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4752796322397649871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=4752796322397649871' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4752796322397649871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4752796322397649871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-world-turns.html' title='As The World Turns'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-1239461131969214527</id><published>2009-05-28T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:09:11.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improv'/><title type='text'>Preparation &amp; Improv</title><summary type='text'>My work week is over, and I can honestly say I am exhausted. The preparation is intense! I feel like every moment, I have been researching, creating handouts, creating lessons, and reading intensively.In a very short time, I am trying to learn a whole new field, a new organization, and many new people all at once.Yet, even as I prepare, I am very thankful that one of my professors last year </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1239461131969214527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=1239461131969214527' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1239461131969214527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1239461131969214527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/05/preparation-improv.html' title='Preparation &amp; Improv'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-5337689661869990745</id><published>2009-05-24T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:49:15.072-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Life is Short, Eat Blueberries</title><summary type='text'>Image from antioxidant-fruits.comWhat's going on in our family is that my sister had a double mastectomy last week and starts an especially toxic form of chemotherapy next week.She lives far away, and I can't be by her side. I feel remote and haunted, but she is handling it with this incredible grace that I don't know quite how to describe.I can't seem to stop thinking about cancer, its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5337689661869990745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=5337689661869990745' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/5337689661869990745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/5337689661869990745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/05/blueberries.html' title='Life is Short, Eat Blueberries'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-4806253580069225542</id><published>2009-05-23T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T14:42:11.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>Blessings in Disguise</title><summary type='text'>Map from todislott.seStill no word on the Big Job, but there are still threads of optimism here. Getting that job is how I can afford to keep this house, so over the summer, I will be looking for very cheap housing and piecing together an income from several part-time jobs.Perhaps all this is a blessing in disguise, as things so often are. With a less perfect job, with a less beautiful home, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4806253580069225542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=4806253580069225542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4806253580069225542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4806253580069225542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/05/blessings-in-disguise.html' title='Blessings in Disguise'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-7503529111694121666</id><published>2009-05-15T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:22:41.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>Out of the Frying Pan</title><summary type='text'>Wednesday I finished my semester's masterpiece, "A Sociolinguistic Approach to Teaching Academic Literacy to ESL Students."But there was no time to catch my breath after finishing that big paper. The very same day there was an all-day teacher training to attend, a crash course in the nitty-gritty details of teaching composition at our university.There are seven of us, brand-spanking-new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7503529111694121666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=7503529111694121666' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/7503529111694121666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/7503529111694121666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/05/out-of-frying-pan.html' title='Out of the Frying Pan'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-5225658818632673489</id><published>2009-05-12T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:50:29.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Fruit</title><summary type='text'>Image from simplyclassicfruitbaskets.comIn case anyone wonders what's become of me, it's finals week at the university. For those in my program, this means long, arduous research writing.The deadline is coming up Wednesday, and I am very close. What a job! I have read a gazillion pages of research and am attempting to synthesize it into something that will not only have value in this class I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5225658818632673489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=5225658818632673489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/5225658818632673489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/5225658818632673489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/05/fruit.html' title='Fruit'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-1482113265292133113</id><published>2009-05-06T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T02:05:36.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>Online Sociability</title><summary type='text'>Image from techshout.comRemember not too long ago when I posted about my "gnat-like concentration"? My ever shrinking attention span was becoming a concern to me. It was limiting my ability even to write in the relatively easy forum of The Bitten Apple.Never mind the many-paged seminar papers in which I am to contribute something real to my chosen field.With this in mind, I'd like to share an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1482113265292133113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=1482113265292133113' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1482113265292133113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1482113265292133113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/05/online-sociability.html' title='Online Sociability'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-8683152906682838751</id><published>2009-05-05T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:43:36.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful world'/><title type='text'>Wisteria Envy</title><summary type='text'>Photo courtesy of capemary photobucket.comWhen I first laid eyes on this house back in August, it had a big, wild, untamed wisteria draped across the big front porch. That was a selling point for me; I fell in love immediately.We signed the lease and came out to our new little rental to find that the wisteria had been brutally chopped back to a nub. I nearly cried.To my continuing dismay, it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/8683152906682838751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=8683152906682838751' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/8683152906682838751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/8683152906682838751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/05/wisteria-envy.html' title='Wisteria Envy'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-3271901642387285449</id><published>2009-05-02T23:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:56:37.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful world'/><title type='text'>Arts Alive</title><summary type='text'>Apparently, I will do just about anything to get out of working on my seminar paper (which is due in just 11 days) -- even venture out all alone on a rainy night to Arts Alive in Eureka.I was fortunate enough to meet the famous Kristabel at a gallery downtown. Even though we had just met, we fell into each other's arms like old friends.After that, I went meandering around town under my red </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3271901642387285449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=3271901642387285449' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3271901642387285449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3271901642387285449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/05/arts-alive.html' title='Arts Alive'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/Sf0-lDYwBmI/AAAAAAAAAc8/t9T0SQvGrTs/s72-c/Arts+Alive+5.09+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-5741165682171478096</id><published>2009-04-29T22:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:02:15.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>My Girlhood Among the Outlaws</title><summary type='text'>"Salty," "bittersweet." "If it took those years to get me here, I'd do it again for you."You being two young boys I love more than anyone on Earth. When I'm at a loss for words, song lyrics often bail me out. My Girlhood Among The Outlaws By Maria McKeeMy girlhood among the outlaws was salty, bittersweetThe things I did, ah I could just kick myself nowThrough nights of lousy dreamsAs visions </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5741165682171478096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=5741165682171478096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/5741165682171478096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/5741165682171478096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-girlhood-among-outlaws.html' title='My Girlhood Among the Outlaws'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-4484312883503697841</id><published>2009-04-29T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:15:37.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down the rabbit hole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mortality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wanderlust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift theory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><title type='text'>Playing with Fire</title><summary type='text'>Someone firedancing at a party I attended last week.At the insistence of my landlord, I had to buy renter's insurance this week. Insurance agents are so friendly, talkative and forthcoming, because they are trying to sell you something, of course.I could add two cents here about reciprocity theory, but I know how you feel when I lapse into academic discourse. So instead I will marvel that of all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4484312883503697841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=4484312883503697841' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4484312883503697841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4484312883503697841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/04/outcomes.html' title='Playing with Fire'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SfjHI9cwSeI/AAAAAAAAAbk/DCk7rRk5kS8/s72-c/Angelas+Party+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-3426010772867333921</id><published>2009-04-25T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T19:15:42.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Another Song about the Rain</title><summary type='text'>Image courtesy of patricksmaan.comSomeone I know recently accused me of being afraid of love. I scoffed: me? A consummate flirt, a serial monogamist, afraid of love? How ridiculous.But he's right. I am. Scared to death.Love is like dynamite, or that highly explosive clear liquid in a bottle they tote around in action films (what's it called?). It's hard to handle, hard to control, easy to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3426010772867333921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=3426010772867333921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3426010772867333921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3426010772867333921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-song-about-rain.html' title='Another Song about the Rain'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-3414932521450874071</id><published>2009-04-24T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:43:08.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visual rhetoric'/><title type='text'>Documentation</title><summary type='text'>This is the Tampa incident. Ours was in sunlight and strewn on green grassy embankments.Yesterday, speeding down Highway 101 with my son, we saw a most striking sight: about a half-a-mile stretch of highway strewn with sheets of white paper. It went on and on, as if someone lost an entire ream of paper. Thickly strewn in places, dwindling away to a few sheets, a lone one and then none.From within</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3414932521450874071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=3414932521450874071' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3414932521450874071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/3414932521450874071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/04/documentation.html' title='Documentation'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-7762312107595992210</id><published>2009-04-22T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:38:03.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love Stories</title><summary type='text'>A group of women, talking and laughing over margaritas. The topic of conversation is love.One woman has a new baby and is counting her blessings over the sweetness and kindness of her husband. She recounts falling in love with him, how she was leaving for a tour of duty when they were falling in love. She didn't want to ask him to wait, but she secretly hoped he would. He did.Another is finishing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7762312107595992210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=7762312107595992210' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/7762312107595992210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/7762312107595992210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-stories.html' title='Love Stories'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-4011686465647442637</id><published>2009-04-22T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T01:41:14.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful world'/><title type='text'>Changing Clothes</title><summary type='text'>Today, I took all the heavy hot winter clothes and put them away in boxes. Flannel pajamas, sweaters, furry boots, gone away for a season.Out of the boxes came sundresses, tank tops, capri pants and sandals. I like it when the seasons change; it's like getting a new wardrobe.I'm still getting rid of things left and right. If it doesn't fit or flatter, it's outta here.And for once, I was able to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4011686465647442637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=4011686465647442637' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4011686465647442637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/4011686465647442637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/04/changing-clothes.html' title='Changing Clothes'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997830130858417318.post-1261302749529259832</id><published>2009-04-20T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:46:52.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visual rhetoric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>In the 'Hood</title><summary type='text'>Grandmotherhood, that is. Impending grandmotherhood is turning out to be a source of tender amusement.My oldest son, who is going to be a father this fall, is visiting me right now. He borrowed my laptop for awhile last night, and when I got it back, all his windows were still open: MySpace, Napster, the Huggies Club and BabyNames.com.Cute, n'est ce pas?His girlfriend, the expectant mother, just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1261302749529259832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997830130858417318&amp;postID=1261302749529259832' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1261302749529259832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997830130858417318/posts/default/1261302749529259832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karolsapple.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-hood.html' title='In the &apos;Hood'/><author><name>Indie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17333639250952967951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQjwg0unzA/SWVFJ9sIqOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1Odhis8e_0U/S220/typewriter+card.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
