<?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-6158000537418700047</id><updated>2012-02-01T11:27:38.501-08:00</updated><category term='film school'/><category term='updates'/><category term='nerd stuff'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='SoCal life'/><category term='family'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>Becky's Big Adventure</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-8716369074689269136</id><published>2012-02-01T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T11:27:38.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don't want to.</title><content type='html'>I'm in quite a mood today. Somewhere between balky and stubborn. All of the tasks that I need to finish today are frustrating and nit-picky. And you know what? I just don't want to. I don't want to be at work. I don't want to stare at my code. I don't want to put another anti-reflection coating on our lenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when being a grown-up sucks, because no one cares that I don't want to. They expect me to suck it up and do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't stop my inner child from having a serious pout, stamping her feet, and whining about it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-8716369074689269136?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/8716369074689269136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=8716369074689269136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/8716369074689269136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/8716369074689269136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-just-dont-want-to.html' title='I just don&apos;t want to.'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-2606493891597953842</id><published>2012-01-20T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T12:01:02.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>England, again!</title><content type='html'>My craptacular Tuesday/Wednesday managed to drive out of my head the most important thing I did on Monday - book another trip to England! This time, Brad gets to go too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have some friends who are getting married in London in June, so we're flying out for a week to go to the wedding and see the sights. I loved England; I'm so excited to share it with Bradley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about taking a vacation is the anticipation. I'm already thinking about the things we should do while we're there. Definitely the British Museum, even though I've already been, I didn't see all of it and would love to go back. I never got to any of the fine art museums (like the Tate Modern or the National Portrait Gallery). Maybe the opera again? So many choices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be gone from June 13-20, which will be right after the Queen's Diamond Jubilee and right before the Olympics. I wish we could stay longer, but it will be right in the middle of a  critical testing phase for Spider and I'm not sure that Brad can take  more than a week off from Apple anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also happy that we'll get to see our friends get married. I love weddings.  And England. And vacations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-2606493891597953842?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/2606493891597953842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=2606493891597953842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2606493891597953842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2606493891597953842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2012/01/england-again.html' title='England, again!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-2651239782624219517</id><published>2012-01-18T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:04:39.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is today done yet?</title><content type='html'>The past 24 hours have been... long. It started yesterday, when Bradley g&lt;span&gt;ot a pretty gnarly flu bug. He spent most of yesterday sleeping and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;spent most of yesterday trying to get fluids into him. (High fever, aches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and pains, all the good stuff. Luckily no barfing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I decided to sleep on the couch in an effort to not get whatever it was he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;had. Not to mention that the chills/fever combination made it impossible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;for him to sleep without tossing and turning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'd been asleep for about four hours when two of my students knocked on my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;door, both of whom were violently ill (either from food poisoning or the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;flu). One of them was in rough shape, so I eventually went with her to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;the urgent care facility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;While at the urgent care facility, one of the (young) nurses thought I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;my student's mother. So glad to know that I look old enough to have a 19 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;year old child. (My sister reassures me that I look my age and that women &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;in their early 20s tend to be a bit clueless about anyone older than, say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;25. I like this theory.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;By the time I got home, I had enough time for a catnap before work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Work was fine, but then shortly after lunch I took a spectacular fall on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;the sidewalk and scraped up my hands and knees. (Word to the wise: Don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;try to walk while looking at your phone.) Did I mention that I managed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;do this in front of a large group of people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm way tired, a little bruised, and so so ready for today to be over.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style=" -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;  font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-2651239782624219517?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/2651239782624219517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=2651239782624219517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2651239782624219517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2651239782624219517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2012/01/is-today-done-yet.html' title='Is today done yet?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-6321159031028982079</id><published>2012-01-13T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T11:14:08.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More of Same</title><content type='html'>I'm competing for the world's most boring blogger award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been largely routine. We had a visiting grad student out from Case Western. He came to install a new waveplate on our cryostat. We got the cryostat closed up and ready for another science run earlier this week, so we should be doing science by the middle of next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is quiet. We're planning a trip to the Getty Museum in February. I adore the Getty, so I'm glad to get to share it with the students. I'd also like to get to the Norton-Simon and the LACMA before the year is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw a few movies (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ides of March&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Week with Marilyn&lt;/span&gt;). We actually got to see a Q&amp;amp;A session with Michelle Williams and Kenneth Branagh after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Week with Marilyn&lt;/span&gt;, so that was cool. They were both quite charming in person. Brad and I liked both movies and would recommend that others go see them, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad had an interview for a full-time position at Apple. We haven't found out yet whether he got the job. We both have next Monday off, which will be the only the second time we've both had a day off on the same day since before Thanksgiving. (The other was the day of the Rose Parade.) We're thinking of driving out to say hello to the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going out with some friends this evening, but other than that my weekend promises to be an exciting one. I've got laundry, cleaning, and reading to do. (Yeehaw!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-6321159031028982079?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/6321159031028982079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=6321159031028982079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/6321159031028982079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/6321159031028982079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-of-same.html' title='More of Same'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-2670013596784588485</id><published>2012-01-06T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T10:06:32.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a week.</title><content type='html'>I haven't felt well for most of this week. Not bad enough to call in sick, but I wasn't terribly excited about going to work either. It's been taking an hour or so to feel like a human again in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a nice week though. The students came trickling back in and people in my office started returning from their holidays. Most of my students are gone again this weekend for the house ski trip, so I am anticipating more peace and quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-2670013596784588485?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/2670013596784588485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=2670013596784588485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2670013596784588485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2670013596784588485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-been-week.html' title='It&apos;s been a week.'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-1931757654200985340</id><published>2011-12-30T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T23:00:36.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 in Books</title><content type='html'>Things I read this year. I've italicized the ones I particularly enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sarah's Key - Tatiana de Rosnay&lt;br /&gt;2. Little Bee - Chris Cleave&lt;br /&gt;3. A Study in Scarlet - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle&lt;br /&gt;4. The Sign of the Four - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle&lt;br /&gt;5. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle&lt;br /&gt;6. American Assassin - Vince Flynn&lt;br /&gt;7. A Ph.D. is Not Enough - Peter J. Feibelman&lt;br /&gt;8. Storyteller: The Authorized Biography of Roald Dahl - Donald Sturrock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;9. The Night Bookmobile - Audrey Niffenegger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. No One Would Listen - Harry Markopolos&lt;br /&gt;11. Kindred - Octavia Butler&lt;br /&gt;12. Bitter in the Mouth - Monique Truong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;13. Lillith's Brood - Octavia Butler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Freedom - Jonathon Franzen&lt;br /&gt;15. The Help - Kathryn Stockett&lt;br /&gt;16. Alone Together: Why We Expect More From Technology and Less From Each Other - Sherry Turkle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;17. The Information: A history, a theory, a flood - James Gleick* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Bossypants - Tina Fey&lt;br /&gt;19. Getting Things Done - David Allen&lt;br /&gt;20. Body of Lies - David Ignatius&lt;br /&gt;21. You Are Free - Danzy Senna&lt;br /&gt;22. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon&lt;br /&gt;23. Notes From a Small Island - Bill Bryson&lt;br /&gt;24. Push - Sapphire&lt;br /&gt;25. Bridget Jone's Diary - Helen Fielding&lt;br /&gt;26. Slow Waltz in Cedar Bend - Robert James Waller&lt;br /&gt;27. Cognitive Surplus: Creativity and Generosity in a Connected Age - Clay Shirky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;28. The Emperor of All Maladies: A Biography of Cancer - Siddhartha Mukherjee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. The Return of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle&lt;br /&gt;30. On the Decline of the Art of Lying and other essays - Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;31. Brother Odd - Dean Koontz&lt;br /&gt;32. The Wilder Life - Wendy McClure&lt;br /&gt;33. The Psychopath Test - Jon Ronson&lt;br /&gt;34. The Lucky One - Nicholas Sparks&lt;br /&gt;35. The Alchemist - Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;36. Cinderella Ate My Daughter - Peggy Orenstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;37. To Say Nothing of the Dog - Connie Willis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Sideways on a Scooter - Miranda Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;39. How Risky Is It, Really? - David Ropeik&lt;br /&gt;40. Everyone's Pretty - Lydia Millet&lt;br /&gt;41. Fundamentals of Cosmology - James Rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;42. Never Let Me Go - Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;43. The Hunger Games - Suzanne Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Catching Fire - Suzanne Collins&lt;br /&gt;45. Mockingjay - Suzanne Collins&lt;br /&gt;46. The Prince - Nicolai Machiavelli&lt;br /&gt;47. The Imperfectionists - Tom Rachman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* This was my favorite thing I read this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-1931757654200985340?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/1931757654200985340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=1931757654200985340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/1931757654200985340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/1931757654200985340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-in-books.html' title='2011 in Books'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-1277069722505625784</id><published>2011-12-30T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T23:02:35.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 in Movies</title><content type='html'>All the things I watched this year. I've italicized the ones I particularly liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Blue Valentine&lt;br /&gt;2. Ghost Writer&lt;br /&gt;3. Taken&lt;br /&gt;4. Rabbit Hole&lt;br /&gt;5. The Fog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. The Social Network&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The Kids are All Right&lt;br /&gt;8. The Grudge&lt;br /&gt;9. True Grit (1969)&lt;br /&gt;10. Henry Fool&lt;br /&gt;11. Sherlock Holmes&lt;br /&gt;12. The Help&lt;br /&gt;13. The Town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;14. I Am Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;16. Scott Pilgrim vs. The World&lt;br /&gt;17. Animal Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;18. Battle Los Angeles&lt;br /&gt;19. Hanna&lt;br /&gt;20. Elizabeth: The Golden Age&lt;br /&gt;21. Wanderlust&lt;br /&gt;22. Never Let Me Go&lt;br /&gt;23. Kings of Pastry&lt;br /&gt;24. Scrubs, Seasons 1-9&lt;br /&gt;25. Suckerpunch&lt;br /&gt;26. The Shining&lt;br /&gt;27. Exit Through the Gift Shop&lt;br /&gt;28. Beautiful Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;29. Tree of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Fishtank&lt;br /&gt;31. Brief Encounter&lt;br /&gt;32. The American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;33. Midnight in Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. A Film Unfinished&lt;br /&gt;35. Ballerina&lt;br /&gt;36. The September Issue&lt;br /&gt;37. The Lincoln Lawyer&lt;br /&gt;38. Red Riding Hood&lt;br /&gt;39. No Strings Attached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;40. The Fighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. The Company Men&lt;br /&gt;42. Nowhere Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;43. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Sarah's Key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;45. Three Idiots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. In the Bedroom&lt;br /&gt;47. Moneyball&lt;br /&gt;48. Drive&lt;br /&gt;49. Downton Abby&lt;br /&gt;50. Take Shelter&lt;br /&gt;51. The Princess of Montpelier&lt;br /&gt;52. Melancholia&lt;br /&gt;53. Oslo, August 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;54. The Artist&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;55. We Need to Talk About Kevin&lt;br /&gt;56. Twilight: Breaking Dawn Part I&lt;br /&gt;57. Life in a Day&lt;br /&gt;58. Encounters at the End of the World&lt;br /&gt;59. Cave of Forgotten Dreams&lt;br /&gt;60. Babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;61. Hunger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. State of Mind&lt;br /&gt;63. Shame&lt;br /&gt;64. TiMER&lt;br /&gt;65. Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* This was my favorite thing I saw this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-1277069722505625784?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/1277069722505625784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=1277069722505625784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/1277069722505625784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/1277069722505625784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-in-movies.html' title='2011 in Movies'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-7229573691907896444</id><published>2011-12-22T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T10:17:57.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candidacy and Christmas</title><content type='html'>Well, I passed my candidacy exam! Hoorah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't let me off easy, that's for sure. I got way more questions about inflation and our antenna design than I expected. My committee, though inquisitive, was actually very pleasant. One of my committee members even stuck around afterward to tell me that I had given a nice talk. I was actually really pleased by that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's time for Christmas! I'm still working on the Christmas spirit, but it definitely feels like a holiday on campus. There's no one here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Brad had yesterday off from work, I took the day off, too. We went down to OC to hang out with his family. Unfortunately, due to snow in Denver, Brad's eldest younger sister had her flight canceled last night. So she doesn't get in until today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it wouldn't be Christmas unless you've spent some time in the ER/Urgent Care with a family member. (Brad's youngest younger sister sprained her knee.) Let's hope that's the last of the holiday mishaps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have one last minute gift, a few cards, and wrapping paper left to buy. We also haven't yet received a few of the gifts we ordered by mail, which is a little alarming since everything on campus closes at noon tomorrow. Go USPS elves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for now. Back to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-7229573691907896444?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/7229573691907896444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=7229573691907896444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/7229573691907896444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/7229573691907896444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/12/candidacy-and-christmas.html' title='Candidacy and Christmas'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-5622486098045856083</id><published>2011-12-12T22:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T22:55:32.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Feeling the Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://awhitestoneblog.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/christmastree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://awhitestoneblog.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/christmastree.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been trying, but I'm just not feeling the Christmas so far this year. We've bought almost all our Christmas presents. I've been listening to Christmas music on the radio. (Side note: Around here they only play secular Christmas music, which means they play the same seven songs, over and over again. I'm dying to hear  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silent Night&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Little Town of Bethlehem&lt;/span&gt;.) There are lights up around town. But, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm feeling particularly grinchy or anything. I'm just not feeling especially Christmas-y. It's always hard in southern California because of the palm trees and the lack of even the chance of snow. Truthfully, it's probably because I'm so focused on my candidacy exam that I haven't taken the time to sit back and let the season sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when I'm done (in a week!) it will feel like Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-5622486098045856083?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/5622486098045856083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=5622486098045856083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5622486098045856083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5622486098045856083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/12/not-feeling-christmas.html' title='Not Feeling the Christmas'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-5495562293223637801</id><published>2011-12-09T15:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T15:36:14.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internets, ugh.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the internet frustrates me. This stupid quote is popping up all over the place attributed to Ernest Hemingway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8zSP1nsbFW0/TuKbLvK1NfI/AAAAAAAACrM/_6WHs86QBrg/s1600/before-by-ernest-hemingway-152516-433-418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8zSP1nsbFW0/TuKbLvK1NfI/AAAAAAAACrM/_6WHs86QBrg/s400/before-by-ernest-hemingway-152516-433-418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684276305637750258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm pretty sure only people who have never read a book by Hemingway would think it was written or said by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tripe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-5495562293223637801?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/5495562293223637801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=5495562293223637801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5495562293223637801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5495562293223637801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/12/internets-ugh.html' title='Internets, ugh.'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8zSP1nsbFW0/TuKbLvK1NfI/AAAAAAAACrM/_6WHs86QBrg/s72-c/before-by-ernest-hemingway-152516-433-418.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-8617010364590416739</id><published>2011-12-07T10:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T10:26:58.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been pretty consumed with learning. I'm trying to study all the topics that are relevant or even semi-relevant to my research, so that if I get asked questions during my candidacy exam, I know what the heck I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're curious about what I'm studying, here's my list of topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science: Expansion of the universe, Friedmann Equation, gravitational lensing, horizon/flatness problems, how quantum fluctuations cause density fluctuations, slow-roll inflation, recombination, black body radiation, Thomson scattering, CMB anistotropy, CMB power spectra, CMB polarization, Stokes parameters,  E-mode vs. B-mode generation, and reionization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiment: TES bolometers, noise, foregrounds, squids/multiplexing, waveplates and crosslinking, beams, phased array antennas, simulations, and the sensitivity of various Spider parameters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a bit like I did before my qualifying exams. (Well, minus the sense of dread that made me sick to my stomach.) When I go to sleep at night it's like there are flashcards in my head, flipping through the information so rapidly that I can neither remember it nor fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to give a practice talk tomorrow (eek), so I'm going to stop gadding about on the internet and get back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-8617010364590416739?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/8617010364590416739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=8617010364590416739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/8617010364590416739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/8617010364590416739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/12/learning.html' title='Learning'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-304595394846385520</id><published>2011-12-01T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T12:08:38.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic Windstorm</title><content type='html'>So, it &lt;a href="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/2011/12/high-winds-la-pasadena-epicenter.html"&gt;got a little windy last night&lt;/a&gt;. They're called the Santa Ana winds, which is an innocuous name, given how destructive they were. I took some pictures walking to work this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RiCXrALk_CM/TtfeN2u6jOI/AAAAAAAACq8/cFYYs6XUqqg/s1600/P1060836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RiCXrALk_CM/TtfeN2u6jOI/AAAAAAAACq8/cFYYs6XUqqg/s400/P1060836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681253784563125474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vE1rckhzEqU/TtfeND8o5oI/AAAAAAAACqo/7sAAF1s7Xfc/s1600/P1060839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vE1rckhzEqU/TtfeND8o5oI/AAAAAAAACqo/7sAAF1s7Xfc/s400/P1060839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681253770930480770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one in particular makes me sad. That's a 400 year old oak tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tzoa08mvbgI/TtfeNsDlnjI/AAAAAAAACq0/7ZgmWj-hBN8/s1600/P1060842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tzoa08mvbgI/TtfeNsDlnjI/AAAAAAAACq0/7ZgmWj-hBN8/s400/P1060842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681253781697044018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still windy today. You can see the palms leaning in the direction the wind is blowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TDvidaF7FLw/TtfeM1x83dI/AAAAAAAACqc/DiJAs-0aRJM/s1600/P1060843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TDvidaF7FLw/TtfeM1x83dI/AAAAAAAACqc/DiJAs-0aRJM/s400/P1060843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681253767127555538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-304595394846385520?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/304595394846385520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=304595394846385520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/304595394846385520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/304595394846385520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/12/epic-windstorm.html' title='Epic Windstorm'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RiCXrALk_CM/TtfeN2u6jOI/AAAAAAAACq8/cFYYs6XUqqg/s72-c/P1060836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-2500705988881426836</id><published>2011-12-01T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T11:25:05.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently, we are the 1%</title><content type='html'>Apple products almost never go on sale. It's not what Apple does. They don't do promotions or door-busters or bogo. Except on Black Friday, when they have their only sale of the year, which is a grand 10% off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't announce the sale ahead of time, so it was a mostly word-of-mouth affair. However, if you had bought a computer in the previous week, you could come in with your receipt and get the discount on Black Friday. I think that's nice; there's no requirement that a company does this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad had someone come in yesterday (i.e. 5 days after Black Friday) and want the discount for a computer he bought almost two weeks previously. Not only is it a slightly ridiculous expectation, Brad couldn't have given him a discount even if he wanted to. Their computer systems aren't set up to allow the employees to do things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after he told him that, no, the company policy was to give the discount on Black Friday and only Black Friday, the man told Brad that he was just a corporate shill, "like the ones the Occupy Wall Street protesters are talking about. You are the 1%!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, dude? Someone who's working retail probably does not have an income that would place them in the top 1% of wage-earners in the US.  Also, confused and vague as their message is, I'm pretty sure the Occupy protestors are not protesting their lack of discounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-2500705988881426836?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/2500705988881426836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=2500705988881426836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2500705988881426836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2500705988881426836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/12/apparently-we-are-1.html' title='Apparently, we are the 1%'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-5935978543774827852</id><published>2011-11-30T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T08:54:32.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In which I do my best Christina Hendricks impression</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-53eEI3mlGdE/TtZfo9JlrII/AAAAAAAACqQ/uFE2_QY1VtA/s1600/P1060834.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-53eEI3mlGdE/TtZfo9JlrII/AAAAAAAACqQ/uFE2_QY1VtA/s400/P1060834.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680833137188646018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to the salon yesterday and came out a redhead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-5935978543774827852?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/5935978543774827852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=5935978543774827852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5935978543774827852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5935978543774827852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-which-i-do-my-best-christina.html' title='In which I do my best Christina Hendricks impression'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-53eEI3mlGdE/TtZfo9JlrII/AAAAAAAACqQ/uFE2_QY1VtA/s72-c/P1060834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-5280808919532943409</id><published>2011-11-27T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T19:05:46.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight: Breaking Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PahC_5FcXBc/TtL3UoblLZI/AAAAAAAACqE/K1Pvs__RLWM/s1600/220px-Breaking_Dawn_Part_1_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 326px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PahC_5FcXBc/TtL3UoblLZI/AAAAAAAACqE/K1Pvs__RLWM/s400/220px-Breaking_Dawn_Part_1_Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679874013890162066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Among the many things I did while in New Jersey this past week was go see the new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; movie with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was, truly, one of the best worst movies I've seen in a while. It's so campy and silly that it's almost delicious. And it looks like the filmmakers are in on the joke. (The actor who plays Jacob is shirtless within the first 10 seconds of the movie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've pulled a Harry Potter and split the final Twilight book into two parts. Unfortunately, unlike the final Harry Potter book, the source material in no way supports this decision. Since all the fangirls will go see it anyway, I suppose it's financially a good decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the movie. It was, as my sister put it, craptacular. Or, as &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/2011/11/17/142248824/dawn-breaks-and-much-baroque-nonsense-ensues"&gt;my favorite review&lt;/a&gt; put it, "Breaking Dawn is where the Twilight series goes straight-up cuckoopants." The whole series has kind of played like something Stephenie Meyer should have written down to show her therapist and the latest installment is no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd only recommend you see a Twilight movie if you know what you're getting yourself into. You know who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-5280808919532943409?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/5280808919532943409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=5280808919532943409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5280808919532943409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5280808919532943409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/11/twilight-breaking-dawn.html' title='Twilight: Breaking Dawn'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PahC_5FcXBc/TtL3UoblLZI/AAAAAAAACqE/K1Pvs__RLWM/s72-c/220px-Breaking_Dawn_Part_1_Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-5570064593803511693</id><published>2011-11-27T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T18:43:34.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Recap</title><content type='html'>I was in New Jersey for the past week, visiting my mom and sister for Thanksgiving. It was lovely and the time went too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a lot of catching up, plenty of playing with my nephews, and a fair amount of eating. (You really can't beat my mom's corn bread stuffing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the following two pictures capture the status of my relationships with my nephews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eldest took to me immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FghKHsPE0bs/TtL0MHQE2SI/AAAAAAAACpg/7rYEz99yeWc/s1600/P1060772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FghKHsPE0bs/TtL0MHQE2SI/AAAAAAAACpg/7rYEz99yeWc/s400/P1060772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679870569009699106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youngest wasn't so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2vwlLK_r4LA/TtL0MSklpxI/AAAAAAAACpo/MwxDItyyEwg/s1600/P1060765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2vwlLK_r4LA/TtL0MSklpxI/AAAAAAAACpo/MwxDItyyEwg/s400/P1060765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679870572048525074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, here's a picture of my darling sister and I. (I feel like my face looks a bit wonky in this photo, but she looks cute, so whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MeJp0fDxh2g/TtL0MdfVQrI/AAAAAAAACp4/7mBrKu7tPfg/s1600/P1060775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MeJp0fDxh2g/TtL0MdfVQrI/AAAAAAAACp4/7mBrKu7tPfg/s400/P1060775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679870574979269298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, determined to convert everyone she knows to ukulele players, facilitated my latest purchase (a ukulele). I've turned my fingertips red in the past two days playing with it. I hope that by Christmas I'll be good enough that she and I can play something together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm back in California, feeling very thankful for my family and modern transportation, without which my previous week would not have been possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-5570064593803511693?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/5570064593803511693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=5570064593803511693' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5570064593803511693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5570064593803511693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-recap.html' title='Thanksgiving Recap'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FghKHsPE0bs/TtL0MHQE2SI/AAAAAAAACpg/7rYEz99yeWc/s72-c/P1060772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-2605474113384784499</id><published>2011-11-14T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T10:51:24.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of Doooooooom</title><content type='html'>Ok, the week of doom was actually last week. It was quite a week. I had my normal research pursuits with the added benefit of being sick Monday and Tuesday. The housing office/administration also chose last week to go crazy about certain policies here, which has the added bonus of making all my residents go crazy in response. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that now I'm less than one week away from flying to New Jersey for Thanksgiving. (Hooray!) The bad news is that my house is having their annual "Interhouse" party the night before I leave. It's a neat party - the theme this year is Alice in Wonderland. They've built their own dance floor and have walls with scenes from the movie painted on them. There will be a DJ and flashing lights and plenty of drunk kids for me to corral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the party officially lasts until 2am, which means I'll probably be up until at least 3am. My flight leaves at 8:30am the next morning, which means I'll need to be at the airport by 7am or so. So that leaves me, approximately, three whole hours in which to sleep. Hope I get a window seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my goal is to get some science done. Yay science!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-2605474113384784499?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/2605474113384784499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=2605474113384784499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2605474113384784499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2605474113384784499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/11/week-of-doooooooom.html' title='Week of Doooooooom'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-6391076290532061328</id><published>2011-11-09T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T11:42:08.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Artist: Go see it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dO2vidCnmc8/TpmI69YVyoI/AAAAAAAAGWs/-WXeRKcEJas/s1600/the-artist-de-michel-hazanavicius-10453214acnjv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100%;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dO2vidCnmc8/TpmI69YVyoI/AAAAAAAAGWs/-WXeRKcEJas/s1600/the-artist-de-michel-hazanavicius-10453214acnjv.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, yes you, need to go see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Artist&lt;/span&gt; when it comes out in theaters. It's wonderful. It's a (new!) black and white silent movie about the beginning of the talkies. It's an homage to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Singing in the Rain&lt;/span&gt; (and other old films) and it's clever and funny and warm. There's dancing and drama and comedy and an adorable dog. Go see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad and I got to see it as part of the AFI Film Festival and we had such a lovely evening. It was a Gala Screening at the Chinese Theater, which was built in 1927 at the beginning of the talking movie era. By luck, we got amazing seats in the middle of the theater. The cast and crew were there. I literally ran into John Goodman. (Not joking, we were next to the concessions and I wasn't watching where I was walking. I sort of bounced off of him.) Nights like that one make me think that it's maybe not so bad to live in Los Angeles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-6391076290532061328?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/6391076290532061328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=6391076290532061328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/6391076290532061328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/6391076290532061328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/11/artist-go-see-it.html' title='The Artist: Go see it.'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dO2vidCnmc8/TpmI69YVyoI/AAAAAAAAGWs/-WXeRKcEJas/s72-c/the-artist-de-michel-hazanavicius-10453214acnjv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-2851500996183140738</id><published>2011-11-07T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:52:56.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholia: good story, bad camerawork</title><content type='html'>Brad, an old friend from Georgia Tech, and I went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Melancholia&lt;/span&gt; last night as part of AFI Fest. It was a neat evening. We went out to dinner first and Kirsten Dunst showed up for the screening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel conflicted about the movie. It has an interesting story and great acting. Kirsten Dunst plays a woman who is suffering from extreme melancholia as the end of the world nears (unbeknown by any of the characters). Charlotte Gainsbourg plays her long suffering sister, who believes the planet that's about to approach Earth and do a "fly-by" is going to hit us, despite the fact that "the scientists" claim that it will not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tremendous visually, at least when the camera wasn't shaking. I don't know if they were trying for an "intimate" look or whether they just had a really bad camera operator, but the camera work literally made me nauseous. Granted, we were sitting quite close to the screen, but I had to spend much of the movie looking away from screen because I felt sick. (I had the same problem with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rachel Getting Married&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to feel very positively about a movie you sat through trying not to be sick, but I think it was actually a great movie. I might recommend sitting the back of the theater, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-2851500996183140738?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/2851500996183140738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=2851500996183140738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2851500996183140738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2851500996183140738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/11/melancholia-good-story-bad-camerawork.html' title='Melancholia: good story, bad camerawork'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-1012917710527867532</id><published>2011-11-05T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T18:31:31.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Updates</title><content type='html'>There's nothing much going on these days. That is, nothing big. My days are filled morning to night with tons of much more ordinary things. Since it's a Saturday and I don't feel like taxing my brain by forming complete paragraphs, this is going to be an update in bullet point form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My weeks are all research, all the time lately. Due to some degradation in our cryostat system, it's become a little harder to take data recently. This means that I end spending a lot of my time doing stupid maintenance stuff and not as much time doing science. It also means that I spend several evenings a week shuttling between my apartment and the lab, checking on experiments and starting new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I wish my residents would stop leaving beer out in the open so I can stop confiscating it. Now I have a lot of cheap beer in my apartment that I don't know what to do with. I would give it to my friends, but they don't drink Keystone Light. All my coworkers drink fancy beer, so they wouldn't be caught dead with it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Brad is enjoying Apple and they are already giving him more responsibility on the floor. He's kickin' ass and taking names. Also, they recently changed their benefits plan so Brad becomes eligible for health benefits in January (instead of in a year from now). Hooray grown-up health insurance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am participating in Nanowrimo again this month. (November is NAtional NOvel WRIting MOnth.) I've already fallen behind, but we'll see what pops out of my brain this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Oh, I updated my blog, obviously. I was looking through old advertisements and they caught my fancy. Since I was suffering from blog boredom anyway, I decided to use the ads in my blog design. I'll post some of my favorite old advertisements later; I think you'll see why I was amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm very excited that it's "awards season" because it means that all the good, hoity-toity movies that Brad and I love will be coming out over the next several months. We have tickets to the AFI Film Festival this week; we're seeing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Melancholia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Artist&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We Need to Talk about Kevin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-There's other, non-hoity-toity movies I'm going to be seeing the next several months as well. Namely, the new Twilight movie (oh, yes I am) and the new Muppets movie.  I love the Muppets so much. And Amy Adams. On a side note, did anyone see Glee this week where the new Irish kid sang "It's Not Easy Being Green"? I was almost in tears. (It was lucky he didn't sing "Rainbow Connection." You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; I would have been in tears for that one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To everyone whose birthday I missed in the past month, I apologize. I just got everything in the mail this week. I didn't forget. I even bought cards at the beginning of October for all the upcoming birthdays! The post-office kept hiding from me. It took me weeks and weeks to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In a week or two I'm going to take a break from lab work and spend time studying for candidacy. The list of topics I need to know is growing at an alarming rate (of about 5 topics per meeting with my adviser). I'm not sure there's enough room in my brain for it all. I'm going to have to forget some stuff to make space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-And here's Pickle sitting in the bathroom trashcan. No, I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6p-S9VW-lBE/TrWvroeQtfI/AAAAAAAACpU/0KXk_mtBe1o/s1600/Pickleinatrashcan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6p-S9VW-lBE/TrWvroeQtfI/AAAAAAAACpU/0KXk_mtBe1o/s400/Pickleinatrashcan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671632469876585970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i-R2q5z8pAs/TrWvOsXCjsI/AAAAAAAACpI/XSoW0nq61kE/s1600/Pickleinatrashcan.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-1012917710527867532?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/1012917710527867532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=1012917710527867532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/1012917710527867532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/1012917710527867532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/11/some-updates.html' title='Some Updates'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6p-S9VW-lBE/TrWvroeQtfI/AAAAAAAACpU/0KXk_mtBe1o/s72-c/Pickleinatrashcan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-2328635687641820603</id><published>2011-10-06T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T10:43:09.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Now</title><content type='html'>After several full nights of sleep and some down time, I'm feeling much more human these days. We had a wonderful rainy day yesterday, too. I think it's a sign of how much southern California has warped my brain that now I love rainy days. They're so rare that they've become a fun change from normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There hasn't been too much new going on in my life. There was a massive glut of RA-related stuff that I needed to take care of the past few days, but other than that it's been the usual work, eat, sleep cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to start preparing for my candidacy soon. I'm planning to give my talk at the end of the December, just before the holidays. Assuming, of course, that my committee hangs around that long. Candidacy is a bit of a nebulous process. You give a talk based on your current research and outline the research you plan to have done before you graduate. Then the committee asks you some questions about your research (and maybe some other physics too). When that's done, you leave the room and then they decide whether or not you passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for it is basically going to involve reading lots and lots of papers. Then I write my talk and practice the heck out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Brad had his third interview with Apple on Monday and he's supposed to hear back today about the next step. They told him during the second interview that for every position they have open, they have more than 250 qualified applicants. Geeeeeez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-2328635687641820603?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/2328635687641820603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=2328635687641820603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2328635687641820603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2328635687641820603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/10/better-now.html' title='Better Now'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-7101288923292068196</id><published>2011-09-28T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T14:55:56.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Funky Town</title><content type='html'>So, this post is basically a gigantic pity party. You have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a bit of a funk for the past few days. As a result, I'm a little whiny and a lot grumpy and probably a bit snippy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was new student orientation and this week is Rotation, so I've been meeting lots and lots of new people. That sounds like a good thing, but after 9 days of it, I'm exhausted. I must have asked people their major, hometown, and what they do for fun hundreds of times this week. Frankly, I feel a bit like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7FYTc55nGEI" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I'm mad at myself for not handling a situation well. I won't post details, since this is the intertubes and all, but let's just say that mistakes were made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things I'd like to complain about are below:&lt;br /&gt;-I've been stupidly busy and now my apartment's dirty and I don't have time to clean it.&lt;br /&gt;-I haven't seen my family in ages and I can't believe I'm 25 years old and I still get homesick.&lt;br /&gt;-It's still summer here. I'm sick of summer. I miss seasons.&lt;br /&gt;-Pickle has figured out how to open the cabinet doors in the kitchen, which means we are going to have to install child locks to keep him from eating our bread. (Cat loves him some baked goods. Bread, bagels, hamburger buns, pastries.)&lt;br /&gt;-I just got switched from being paid at the beginning of the month to being paid at the end of the month. Technically, I didn't miss a paycheck, but it sure felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;-Had the world's most depressing trip to Kohl's this weekend. Nothing fit.&lt;br /&gt;-Sprint hates me and won't allow me to make phone calls while indoors.&lt;br /&gt;-My laptop battery is dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm writing this to make myself feel better, I'll try adding some good things that have been going on.&lt;br /&gt;-Brad has a second interview with Apple.&lt;br /&gt;-Got some cute red shoes.&lt;br /&gt;-All of our family members seem to be doing well.&lt;br /&gt;-My hair has been behaving itself recently.&lt;br /&gt;-Our most recent cryo run went really well and it looks like we really are going to launch in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;-Brad's thesis film won the student award at the Sycamore Film Festival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-7101288923292068196?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/7101288923292068196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=7101288923292068196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/7101288923292068196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/7101288923292068196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/09/welcome-to-funky-town.html' title='Welcome to Funky Town'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7FYTc55nGEI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-6921974922825205138</id><published>2011-09-17T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T08:00:00.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridge Clean-Out</title><content type='html'>Brad and I recently went through six refrigerators in the three communal kitchens here in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. Gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were refrigerators with ants, things that were green and furry, milk that had become completely clear and then there was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v1aL3Nl79BI/TnLe5M4iaRI/AAAAAAAACmA/ysF6yBuS5Lw/s1600/IMG_1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v1aL3Nl79BI/TnLe5M4iaRI/AAAAAAAACmA/ysF6yBuS5Lw/s400/IMG_1153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652825556595665170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's right. That's four year old poultry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, we did not actually have to clean these refrigerators. I don't know that I could have dealt with that much unidentified goo. Once they were emptied, the extremely tolerant maintenance people did the rest.  God bless them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-6921974922825205138?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/6921974922825205138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=6921974922825205138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/6921974922825205138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/6921974922825205138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/09/fridge-clean-out.html' title='Fridge Clean-Out'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v1aL3Nl79BI/TnLe5M4iaRI/AAAAAAAACmA/ysF6yBuS5Lw/s72-c/IMG_1153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-5620496667839568745</id><published>2011-09-15T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T18:56:00.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why poor people have "stuff"</title><content type='html'>I've read a lot about poverty in America in the last month, both from the perspective of people who see it as a big deal and those who think the media reporting on the situation is overblown. There's so much you can say about poverty - how it splits along race/gender/education lines, how it is affected (or not) by welfare and charities, how the urban poor differ from the rural poor, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What particularly interested me was the rhetoric surrounding what poor people own. I'm talking about statements like these:&lt;br /&gt;-Did you know that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;% of poor people own a refrigerator/microwave/TV/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insert consumer good here&lt;/span&gt;?.&lt;br /&gt;-Why do I see poor kids wearing $100 sneakers? Do you know how much food that would buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I find that these statements are being used to argue that either poor people aren't as poor as you might believe or that poor people are irresponsible with money. Now, there are lots of arguments on both sides about whether the government should be addressing poverty in a systemic way and, if so, how. But I think comments like the ones above are poorly reasoned and here's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say a poor family does own all of the things I mentioned above: microwave, television, Xbox, $100 sneakers, and refrigerator.  Let's go even further and say that they bought them all in the same year! (And who buys a refrigerator every year?) I've found prices for low-end, but new versions of all the products listed below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Television: $300&lt;br /&gt;Xbox: $300&lt;br /&gt;Microwave: $100&lt;br /&gt;Refrigerator: $400&lt;br /&gt;Sneakers: $100&lt;br /&gt;Total: $1200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$1200! That's a lot of money, right? What are poor people doing spending money like that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, on the other hand, let's look at what that won't cover:&lt;br /&gt;-A year of car insurance (average annual cost in 2009, $1800)&lt;br /&gt;-A year of health insurance (average annual cost in 2009, $3000 for a single person)&lt;br /&gt;-A year of college (on average, $2700/year for in-state students at 2 year colleges)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many definitions about what makes someone "poor." I'm going to say that someone who can't afford to transport themselves, see a doctor outside the emergency room, or educate themselves is poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's push this argument slightly farther and say that we keep the refrigerator for 7 years, the microwave for 5 years and the television and Xbox for 3 years. So, amortized over these periods, this yearly frivolity looks more like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Television: $100&lt;br /&gt;Xbox: $100&lt;br /&gt;Microwave: $20&lt;br /&gt;Refrigerator: $60&lt;br /&gt;Sneakers: $100&lt;br /&gt;Total: $380&lt;br /&gt;Monthly: $32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say this family makes $1,500/month ($18,000/year). Spending $32/month turns out to be 2% of their income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this is just math (and assumptions). Here's what I conclude from my little exercise:&lt;br /&gt;-The equivalent of $32/month is a small price to pay for cold/hot food, a source of entertainment, and some decent footwear. (I spend 2% of my income on entertainment alone.)&lt;br /&gt;-Even if a person saved their $32/month, at the end of the year they wouldn't have enough money to pay for much of anything "important" like insurance or college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, therefore:&lt;br /&gt;-Poor people can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;responsibly&lt;/span&gt; own "stuff" and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;be considered poor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-5620496667839568745?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/5620496667839568745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=5620496667839568745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5620496667839568745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5620496667839568745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/09/why-poor-people-have-stuff.html' title='Why poor people have &quot;stuff&quot;'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-419960287255802207</id><published>2011-09-09T01:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T01:33:04.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What value science?</title><content type='html'>Science budgets are getting cut all over the world, due to the economic crisis and the current inclination for debt reduction and austerity measures. Especially my kind of science - the kind that doesn't cure diseases or build weapons or create energy. We call it "curiosity-driven science."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, in the short term, I believe science funding does boost  the economy. It keeps me (and a bunch of other folks) employed. We hire  (American) machine shops and buy (American) products and fly (American)  airlines in service of our project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I admit that my research looks pretty useless. Who cares about some stuff that happened at the beginning of the universe? It doesn't solve any of our problems in the here and now. Still, I would argue that it's worth the taxpayer dollar. There's always something unintentionally wonderful that comes out of fundamental science research and it's hard to predict what it will be. General relativity was difficult to understand and largely irrelevant... until GPS. No one really cared about the electron... until electricity and computers became common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can take 50 years for this kind of research to become relevant. So cutting funding now may save money, but at the risk of shooting ourselves in our collective foot in 50 years. I would hope we aren't so short-sighted as that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-419960287255802207?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/419960287255802207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=419960287255802207' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/419960287255802207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/419960287255802207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-value-science.html' title='What value science?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-8300137799898918249</id><published>2011-09-02T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T12:06:19.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Saying I Don't Pay Taxes</title><content type='html'>My new pet peeve is all the TV talking heads going on about all of the dead-beat, lazy taxpayers who have "no skin the the game" because they pay little or zero in federal income taxes. You know. People like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid essentially no federal income tax last year. Want to know why? I'm supporting two adults on $30,000 on year, we qualified for the Lifetime Learning Credit, and you're allowed to deduct student loan interest from your income. Frankly, the Lifetime Learning Credit is just a "government handout" by a different name. Does taking it make me lazy? Am I "working the system?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, even though I didn't pay federal income tax last year, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I still paid taxes&lt;/span&gt;. I paid Medicare and payroll taxes. I paid state income taxes. I paid 9.25% sales tax (which I guarantee works out to be a higher percentage of my income than it would for someone who makes twice or three times as much as I do). I paid an absurd amount in "fees" to keep my car registered. (And fees, at least in California, are basically just taxes by another name.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, I don't pay much (or anything) in federal income taxes. But that's only one kind of tax, and I pay lots of other taxes. So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stop saying I don't pay taxes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about income and taxes here: &lt;a href="http://thesocietypages.org/socimages/2009/04/19/social-class-and-the-tax-burden/"&gt;http://thesocietypages.org/socimages/2009/04/19/social-class-and-the-tax-burden/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-8300137799898918249?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/8300137799898918249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=8300137799898918249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/8300137799898918249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/8300137799898918249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/09/stop-saying-i-dont-pay-taxes.html' title='Stop Saying I Don&apos;t Pay Taxes'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-4283644620864778193</id><published>2011-08-18T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T14:33:23.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Cold Kiwi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tf7kzRf14pE/Tk2FDkPWK9I/AAAAAAAACl4/MNRo4sVhtaM/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tf7kzRf14pE/Tk2FDkPWK9I/AAAAAAAACl4/MNRo4sVhtaM/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642312204479245266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was really cold (and annoyed) after her bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-4283644620864778193?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/4283644620864778193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=4283644620864778193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/4283644620864778193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/4283644620864778193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/08/poor-cold-kiwi.html' title='Poor Cold Kiwi'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tf7kzRf14pE/Tk2FDkPWK9I/AAAAAAAACl4/MNRo4sVhtaM/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-2227202194593470323</id><published>2011-08-11T01:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T01:19:59.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8slYotBosQ/TkOQpzx0DGI/AAAAAAAAClo/soe19MyvMz8/s1600/Image1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8slYotBosQ/TkOQpzx0DGI/AAAAAAAAClo/soe19MyvMz8/s400/Image1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639510206346169442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9GChqxAeqVs/TkOQMLKQIVI/AAAAAAAAClg/QgkTpBewy9g/s1600/Image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9GChqxAeqVs/TkOQMLKQIVI/AAAAAAAAClg/QgkTpBewy9g/s400/Image1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639509697226613074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight in this photo, but only because the hairdresser did it. I also have a feather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-2227202194593470323?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/2227202194593470323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=2227202194593470323' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2227202194593470323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2227202194593470323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-hair_11.html' title='New Hair!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8slYotBosQ/TkOQpzx0DGI/AAAAAAAAClo/soe19MyvMz8/s72-c/Image1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-6322341253994180122</id><published>2011-08-10T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T12:08:19.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Meeeee!</title><content type='html'>Today I join the quarter century club and thereby earn the right to rent a car, which I guess makes me all kinds of a grown-up now. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lovely little morning birthday celebration with Bradley. It's become one of my favorite traditions. ("You're awake? Time for presents!") New perfume and tickets to a Taylor Swift concert! I ran out of perfume about two months ago, so I feel particularly fragrant now. Though I mostly keep my love for country music under wraps, I'm excited to go see Taylor Swift. I think she's so spunky and fun, plus she has managed to be a successful youngish pop star without being a total train wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a birthday hair cut yesterday - a few little highlights and new bangs. I haven't had bangs since I was about eight years old. They're super cute, though I haven't had to style them myself yet. We'll see how I feel about them after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had birthday cake (singing and all!) with Brad's family this weekend, I think tonight will be a low-key dinner and movie celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-6322341253994180122?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/6322341253994180122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=6322341253994180122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/6322341253994180122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/6322341253994180122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birthday-to-meeeee.html' title='Happy Birthday to Meeeee!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-2144272046214881949</id><published>2011-07-26T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T17:39:23.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take THAT Quantum Mechanics</title><content type='html'>I did it, I did it, I did it! I passed my quantum mechanics qualifying exam!  Not even a squeaky, by the skin of my teeth pass - a solid, no questions asked pass. Hahaha! Eat it quantum mechanics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-2144272046214881949?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/2144272046214881949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=2144272046214881949' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2144272046214881949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2144272046214881949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/07/take-that-quantum-mechanics.html' title='Take THAT Quantum Mechanics'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-1969890760397553223</id><published>2011-07-20T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T10:21:48.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Head Cold</title><content type='html'>I've been knocked on my butt for the past few days by the head cold from Hades. I tried valiantly to go to work yesterday, but after falling asleep in my sandwich at lunch, decided to take the rest of the day off. I promptly slept for most of the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm over the worst of it now. I still sound a bit funny and the anti-histamines are making me crazy thirsty, but I'm functional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My immune system works in funny ways. I always get sick right after a period of stress. I used to get sick over Christmas break every year because it was right after finals. At least it usually holds off until I'm done with whatever I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I'll be feeling right as rain in a few days - just in time to move this weekend. (Reserved the U-Haul this morning and we haven't packed a single thing. Good thing we're only moving a mile down the road.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-1969890760397553223?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/1969890760397553223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=1969890760397553223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/1969890760397553223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/1969890760397553223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/07/head-cold.html' title='Head Cold'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-2697883279625913929</id><published>2011-07-17T10:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:33:03.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home at Last!</title><content type='html'>After a massive travel day yesterday, I got into LAX around 10:30 last night. I was super ready to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very good trip. My only mishaps were that I lost my Tube travel card at one point and that American Airlines seems to have actually lost my luggage somewhere in the Houston airport. If those are the worst things that befall you on a 12 day international trip, I would declare success. (And I do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, all the photos I took are &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/beckytucker/collections/72157627217478838/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Have a look if you're interested!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-2697883279625913929?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/2697883279625913929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=2697883279625913929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2697883279625913929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2697883279625913929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/07/home-at-last.html' title='Home at Last!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-4633252591741569692</id><published>2011-07-15T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T09:53:35.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heeheehee</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting in the hostel listening to a French guy next to me teaching his son how to swear in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Moo-tha foo-kah!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-4633252591741569692?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/4633252591741569692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=4633252591741569692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/4633252591741569692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/4633252591741569692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/07/heeheehee.html' title='Heeheehee'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-5727162598993931578</id><published>2011-07-14T14:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:27:35.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More stuff too.</title><content type='html'>I've been busy. After the Tower of London, I went to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doctor Faustus&lt;/span&gt; at the Globe Theater. I was actually trying to get to St. Paul's Cathedral for the Evensong service, but I missed it. I was grumpy and frustrated, so I walked across the Millenium Bridge (the Harry Potter bridge!) to seek some dinner. A bunch of people were standing in the returned tickets line at the Globe and I thought, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What the heck, it just might work&lt;/span&gt;. A guy offered me an extra ticket for 20 pounds, and I got a great seat at the Globe! (The original price was almost twice that much.) The play was good, but it had very broad acting, which felt strange to me. It was "theater" with a capital T. I think I prefer a more naturalistic style of acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday I took a bus tour that took me to Windsor Castle, Stonehenge and Bath. I have loads of pictures, but the internet here is really slow and I am tired of uploading them. So I'll just include one of me at Stonehenge. More on those later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-32VsFrEgiGM/Th9dONZLumI/AAAAAAAAClY/coCRBf2edeo/s1600/P1050476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-32VsFrEgiGM/Th9dONZLumI/AAAAAAAAClY/coCRBf2edeo/s400/P1050476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629320557931248226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the Victoria and Albert Museum and to St. Paul's Evensong service. I forgot my camera battery in the charger at the hostel, so no photos. I will say that both the museum and the cathedral were amazing. More on those later, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rant on tourists behaving badly:&lt;br /&gt;I'm a tourist, too, but I think I know how to conduct myself in public. Honestly people, it's a cathedral, not a theater, and this is a service, not a performance. During the Evensong service, people were trying to wander around the aisles and take photos! First of all, photography is never allowed inside churches. Secondly, the priest is giving a sermon, that's rude! You don't just get up and leave in the middle of a church service because you're bored or whatever. Ack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say this for American tourists - we may be fatter than all the Europeans and have an unhealthy attachment to fanny packs, but we know how to sit down and shut up in church. I resisted the urge to shush the Germans sitting behind me, but only because I figured they wouldn't listen to me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, someone in my hostel took two bites of an apple and then threw the rest of it into the toilet, thus clogging it. Ummm, the toilet is not where trash goes?  And why were you eating in the bathroom anyway?  Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like England and would totally come back, but I am officially over being away from my husband, my cats, and my bed. I'm also a little museum-ed out - my brain and feet are both sore. I think I'll poke around the shopping areas tomorrow and figure out how to get to the airport on Saturday (when about half of the Tube lines go down for repair, including the one to Heathrow).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-5727162598993931578?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/5727162598993931578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=5727162598993931578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5727162598993931578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5727162598993931578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/07/more-stuff-too.html' title='More stuff too.'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-32VsFrEgiGM/Th9dONZLumI/AAAAAAAAClY/coCRBf2edeo/s72-c/P1050476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-5777707441704037577</id><published>2011-07-14T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:08:20.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tower of London</title><content type='html'>Tuesday afternoon, after the British Library, I made my way to the Tower of London, which is actually a complex of 20 towers and walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z8fmiSvaJXo/Th9UM8JEVWI/AAAAAAAACkg/vdMVfy8wb8E/s1600/P1050408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z8fmiSvaJXo/Th9UM8JEVWI/AAAAAAAACkg/vdMVfy8wb8E/s400/P1050408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629310640515732834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took an entertaining tour by a thickly-accented Beefeater (Yeoman Warder - no one really knows why they're called Beefeaters). Turns out all the Beefeaters are retired members of the British military. They all live at the Tower of London, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o93DxWNcrwg/Th9SBlEYi7I/AAAAAAAACkQ/EKJhqSLI10s/s1600/P1050359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o93DxWNcrwg/Th9SBlEYi7I/AAAAAAAACkQ/EKJhqSLI10s/s400/P1050359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629308246320253874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first stop, in honor of Jenn, was to the site of the old scaffolding where they used to do executions. There's a little memorial there now, but this is the exact spot where Anne Boleyn lost her head. (Two more wives of Henry VIII also died here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8viOz87PQh0/Th9TDG3GnfI/AAAAAAAACkY/QCSyyH624VY/s1600/P1050363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8viOz87PQh0/Th9TDG3GnfI/AAAAAAAACkY/QCSyyH624VY/s400/P1050363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629309372082855410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's 20 towers at the Tower of London, and the following photo was taken either in the Bloody Tower or the Salt Tower. I can't remember. Anyway, it's basically old-school graffiti. Prisoners used to carve things into the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iqW45Mj2pj0/Th9Ut_II8YI/AAAAAAAACko/VZu6GxGogRc/s1600/P1050383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iqW45Mj2pj0/Th9Ut_II8YI/AAAAAAAACko/VZu6GxGogRc/s400/P1050383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629311208252830082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are large ravens at the Tower of London. There's a legend that if they ever desert the tower, the "kingdom will fail." Being a superstitious people, there's a Ravenmaster who takes care of eight resident ravens to make sure there are always ravens at the tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F92rzyvKWaE/Th9WjK0Iy1I/AAAAAAAACk4/Y1V8t1qBk3o/s1600/P1050389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F92rzyvKWaE/Th9WjK0Iy1I/AAAAAAAACk4/Y1V8t1qBk3o/s400/P1050389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629313221434854226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Waterloo Barracks to see the crown jewels. Very sparkly and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;large.&lt;/span&gt; Some of the largest diamonds in the world are set into the crowns and scepters. Have to say, though, the crowns are actually quite ugly. They're filled with millions of dollars worth of jewels of all varieties, but they have no sense of proportion or design. They look as though the jewels were stuck on at random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ua0nTvfm8CM/Th9Xce3OnSI/AAAAAAAAClA/HU6CnP-jDGI/s1600/P1050367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ua0nTvfm8CM/Th9Xce3OnSI/AAAAAAAAClA/HU6CnP-jDGI/s400/P1050367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629314206069071138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also good views of the Tower Bridge, which we Americans know as London Bridge (is falling down, falling down).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z14z4Jqb8l0/Th9ZkREdJYI/AAAAAAAAClI/XvZZI8tj_9o/s1600/P1050406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z14z4Jqb8l0/Th9ZkREdJYI/AAAAAAAAClI/XvZZI8tj_9o/s400/P1050406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629316538828662146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The complex of buildings was started with the White Tower by William the Conqueror in 1078. I went inside the White Tower for an exhibit about the royal armory. I saw the armor of a bunch of kings, but more importantly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EzreYTXjH7s/Th9aESG6tlI/AAAAAAAAClQ/SrVHCFZoiBs/s1600/P1050376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EzreYTXjH7s/Th9aESG6tlI/AAAAAAAAClQ/SrVHCFZoiBs/s400/P1050376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629317088863237714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's right. That's a 1000 year old toilet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-5777707441704037577?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/5777707441704037577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=5777707441704037577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5777707441704037577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5777707441704037577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/07/tower-of-london.html' title='Tower of London'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z8fmiSvaJXo/Th9UM8JEVWI/AAAAAAAACkg/vdMVfy8wb8E/s72-c/P1050408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-1541746095264706538</id><published>2011-07-14T13:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T13:27:33.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The British Library</title><content type='html'>I thought the British Library was going to be a building like the British Museum or the Natural History Museum (i.e. old and gorgeous).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Turns out it's really ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S7sCYQjKgVk/Th9N5TNMovI/AAAAAAAACkA/2IMUZGkCuys/s1600/P1050347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S7sCYQjKgVk/Th9N5TNMovI/AAAAAAAACkA/2IMUZGkCuys/s400/P1050347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629303706039919346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some neat stuff in there - like a huge stamp collection and this old printing press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3b-genGddTQ/Th9O1NnL5aI/AAAAAAAACkI/V3L-XrHgfpI/s1600/P1050354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3b-genGddTQ/Th9O1NnL5aI/AAAAAAAACkI/V3L-XrHgfpI/s400/P1050354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629304735330461090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all the good stuff was in an exhibit called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Treasures of the British Library&lt;/span&gt; and there was no photography allowed. I saw some mind-blowing stuff though.&lt;br /&gt;- One of Jane Austen's original notebooks with the beginning of one of her novels written in it&lt;br /&gt;- Jane Austen's writing desk&lt;br /&gt;- Virginia Woolf's handwritten first draft of Mrs. Dalloway&lt;br /&gt;- Musical scores written by Mozart, Beethoven, Ravel, et al.&lt;br /&gt;- The original score for "The Wedding March" by Mendelssohn, which was written for a production of "A Midsummer Night's Dream"&lt;br /&gt;- Beethoven's personal tuning fork&lt;br /&gt;- One of Charles Darwin's diaries&lt;br /&gt;- Scraps of papers from the Beatles archive with bits and pieces of lyrics written all over them&lt;br /&gt;- A Gutenberg Bible&lt;br /&gt;- Two of the four original copies of the Magna Carta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it just kept going! There was history everywhere I turned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also checked out a science-fiction exhibit they had running, which was fun. I've added a bunch of the titles to my reading list. You know, for all the spare time I'm going to have when I get back. (Ha!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-1541746095264706538?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/1541746095264706538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=1541746095264706538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/1541746095264706538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/1541746095264706538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/07/british-library.html' title='The British Library'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S7sCYQjKgVk/Th9N5TNMovI/AAAAAAAACkA/2IMUZGkCuys/s72-c/P1050347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-2028898910132424893</id><published>2011-07-14T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T13:09:02.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cendrillon at the Royal Opera</title><content type='html'>I went to my first opera ever on Monday evening. I chose Cendrillon (Cinderella) because I figured that I would at least know the story, even if I couldn't understand the lyrics. It was in French, but they projected the subtitles above the stage, so it turned out not to be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little early so that I could pick up my ticket from the box office, so I waited in the bar/restaurant in the opera house. It's a lovely building - very light and spacious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg_vM0KAoIg/Th9EdhkoCXI/AAAAAAAACjY/8SVmuL4pTU0/s1600/P1050339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg_vM0KAoIg/Th9EdhkoCXI/AAAAAAAACjY/8SVmuL4pTU0/s400/P1050339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629293333255293298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the view from my seat. It was a cheap seat, so it was it the highest part of the theater and I had no armrests. My ticket actually said, "This seat is not recommended for persons who suffer from vertigo." Great view of the stage, though. Worth every pound I spent on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RoRjSTa0izs/Th9FAaLNz0I/AAAAAAAACjg/wP4h9AyHGJg/s1600/P1050341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RoRjSTa0izs/Th9FAaLNz0I/AAAAAAAACjg/wP4h9AyHGJg/s400/P1050341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629293932565090114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a really nice girl from India who was in London for summer research in electrical engineering. We hung out during the intermission and I got her to take a picture for me. Yay opera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bO7SnhQ-7Y0/Th9F-8ikt2I/AAAAAAAACjw/aai_rQ3mLkQ/s1600/P1050343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bO7SnhQ-7Y0/Th9F-8ikt2I/AAAAAAAACjw/aai_rQ3mLkQ/s400/P1050343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629295006941755234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from a random Google images search for the opera. This is Lucette (Cinderella) going to the ball.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ubNvj1oc8rw/Th9IEPy3M5I/AAAAAAAACj4/XtoEyf2Yh_o/s1600/1-cendrillon-20110629003-didonato-as-cendrillon-c-cooper-2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ubNvj1oc8rw/Th9IEPy3M5I/AAAAAAAACj4/XtoEyf2Yh_o/s400/1-cendrillon-20110629003-didonato-as-cendrillon-c-cooper-2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629297297032950674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how was the opera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Incredible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like listening to opera,  but seeing it in person was an entirely different experience. It was charming and funny and beautiful. The wicked step-mother and step-sisters were hilarious. The costuming and sets were whimsical. It was a slight variation on the traditional tale, and there were some truly heartbreaking moments when Lucette believes her prince doesn't love her anymore. At the end, the somewhat mischievous fairy godmother starts directing the orchestra. It was so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surprised myself with how much I liked it. My only complaint was that they cast a woman for Prince Charming. It was hard to tell her voice from Cinderella's during the duets. The actress for Prince Charming also did that awkward "I'm a woman pretending I'm a man" stance in which her knees were bent and bowlegged like she was John Wayne. No man actually stands like that. (Well, I guess John Wayne did, but that's not the point.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opera is Los Angeles is crazy expensive, but I enjoyed myself so much that I'm tempted to give it another try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-2028898910132424893?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/2028898910132424893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=2028898910132424893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2028898910132424893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2028898910132424893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/07/cendrillon-at-royal-opera.html' title='Cendrillon at the Royal Opera'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg_vM0KAoIg/Th9EdhkoCXI/AAAAAAAACjY/8SVmuL4pTU0/s72-c/P1050339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-4236484361846311940</id><published>2011-07-14T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T13:28:35.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous Stuff in London</title><content type='html'>On Monday morning, I went on a walking tour of London led by a very funny Irish guy named James. We saw all the famous stuff in about two and a half hours. Here were some of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wellington Arch, built to commemorate British victories in the Napoleonic Wars. The statue on the top is supposed to be the Angel of Peace descending on the Horses of War. I don't know about all that, but it's very big and quite pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tKkPGVzbwYo/Th8yC0OqhZI/AAAAAAAACiw/XXxev8S_-Y8/s1600/P1050309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tKkPGVzbwYo/Th8yC0OqhZI/AAAAAAAACiw/XXxev8S_-Y8/s400/P1050309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629273083197687186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Ben! We got a lesson from our guide that the phrase Big Ben actually refers to the bell, not the clock. The building is St. Stephen's clock tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hW5BPjHC1Sk/Th8y1LtztKI/AAAAAAAACi4/_mlrDF0ds-I/s1600/P1050320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hW5BPjHC1Sk/Th8y1LtztKI/AAAAAAAACi4/_mlrDF0ds-I/s400/P1050320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629273948495787170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in front of Westminster Abby, which was swamped with people that day. I'm planning to go back tomorrow for the Evensong service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sf5L4osYAhs/Th8zppnV4vI/AAAAAAAACjA/KCWQVxwIIY0/s1600/P1050325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sf5L4osYAhs/Th8zppnV4vI/AAAAAAAACjA/KCWQVxwIIY0/s400/P1050325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629274849874928370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VxGR9fMgrrc/Th8-A-mYrZI/AAAAAAAACjQ/PXArH82ACQw/s1600/P1050326.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;St. James Palace - the other royal residence in London. The royal family apparently doesn't like it much. It's certainly not as glamorous as Buckingham Palace. Our guide said that Princess Diana lived here after she divorced Prince Charles. The guards out front may have funny hats, but the guns are all business. They have wicked looking knife things on the end of them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-17ueM1Z-QFQ/Th81Ogs6OLI/AAAAAAAACjI/QU6pn9m6ZVM/s1600/P1050314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-17ueM1Z-QFQ/Th81Ogs6OLI/AAAAAAAACjI/QU6pn9m6ZVM/s400/P1050314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629276582649149618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sf5L4osYAhs/Th8zppnV4vI/AAAAAAAACjA/KCWQVxwIIY0/s1600/P1050325.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Houses of Parliament. They're gorgeous. Our guide told us a super gruesome story about the Gunpowder Plot to blow up Parliament in 1604. Well, the plot didn't actually work, but Guy Fawkes had a horrific death nonetheless. I won't give the details, but if you're interested Google "traitor's death." Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VxGR9fMgrrc/Th8-A-mYrZI/AAAAAAAACjQ/PXArH82ACQw/s1600/P1050326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VxGR9fMgrrc/Th8-A-mYrZI/AAAAAAAACjQ/PXArH82ACQw/s400/P1050326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629286245761330578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of saw the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace, but it had massive crowds, so I didn't have much of a view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a free tour through Sandeman's, which I highly recommend. I tipped the guide five pounds because he was so good. Super entertaining and informative!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-4236484361846311940?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/4236484361846311940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=4236484361846311940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/4236484361846311940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/4236484361846311940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/07/famous-stuff-in-london.html' title='Famous Stuff in London'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tKkPGVzbwYo/Th8yC0OqhZI/AAAAAAAACiw/XXxev8S_-Y8/s72-c/P1050309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-8248227277601114839</id><published>2011-07-11T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T09:14:45.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The British Museum</title><content type='html'>The exterior of the British Museum is very imposing and official looking, but it's the interior that's really worthy of a photo. The roof of the great hall of the British Museum is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_7-rmHngTj8/ThshWXd9VOI/AAAAAAAACio/T5iFalDkb_Q/s1600/P1050308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_7-rmHngTj8/ThshWXd9VOI/AAAAAAAACio/T5iFalDkb_Q/s400/P1050308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628128827470075106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NOSO1zKPKKg/ThsgpmpTBrI/AAAAAAAACig/2v6b-5ZjvYQ/s1600/P1050251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NOSO1zKPKKg/ThsgpmpTBrI/AAAAAAAACig/2v6b-5ZjvYQ/s400/P1050251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628128058450052786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-8248227277601114839?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/8248227277601114839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=8248227277601114839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/8248227277601114839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/8248227277601114839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/07/british-museum.html' title='The British Museum'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_7-rmHngTj8/ThshWXd9VOI/AAAAAAAACio/T5iFalDkb_Q/s72-c/P1050308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-388880985123180152</id><published>2011-07-11T08:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T09:10:44.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite British Museum Exhibit</title><content type='html'>The gallery of clocks and watches was SO MUCH COOLER than it sounds. I've got tons of pictures, but I'll try to limit this to just my favorites. There was also a whole case of beautiful pocketwatches from the past 400 years, but they didn't photograph well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a masterpiece clock from 1620. It showed the time, day of the week, saints' and feast days, when eclipses were most likely to occur, and the length of the day and night throughout the year. Oh my god - can you imagine mechanically encoding all that information? It's a technical marvel, as well as being beautifully crafted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBCcK0_zTi0/ThsdQXZ-15I/AAAAAAAACiA/6lLT9BMl_vc/s1600/P1050290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBCcK0_zTi0/ThsdQXZ-15I/AAAAAAAACiA/6lLT9BMl_vc/s400/P1050290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628124326327670674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a miniature clock from around 1600. It shows the time and strikes the hours. It is a miniaturized version of a full-size clock rather than having been manufactured like a pocket watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tSGCDYgez64/Thsd8cxYIWI/AAAAAAAACiI/zkhTW0LzVpQ/s1600/P1050291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tSGCDYgez64/Thsd8cxYIWI/AAAAAAAACiI/zkhTW0LzVpQ/s400/P1050291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628125083682218338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my absolute favorite thing in the whole museum. It's a rolling ball clock from 1820. It tells time by how long it takes a ball to roll from one end to the other. The rolling ball takes 30 seconds to traverse the course. At each end, a mechanism tips the table the other way so the ball rolls back. I'll put a video up later - so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qick1tQAeNU/Thsee_EGLQI/AAAAAAAACiQ/aLONyunsUbM/s1600/P1050296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qick1tQAeNU/Thsee_EGLQI/AAAAAAAACiQ/aLONyunsUbM/s400/P1050296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628125677003091202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rdMxn9gdcYs/ThsfRkNJn0I/AAAAAAAACiY/1BKTQJQwOKg/s1600/P1050303.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-388880985123180152?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/388880985123180152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=388880985123180152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/388880985123180152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/388880985123180152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-favorite-british-museum-exhibit.html' title='My Favorite British Museum Exhibit'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBCcK0_zTi0/ThsdQXZ-15I/AAAAAAAACiA/6lLT9BMl_vc/s72-c/P1050290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-5062839850807942220</id><published>2011-07-11T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T08:58:16.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>British Museum - China and Southeast Asia</title><content type='html'>Here are some things I liked from the China and South Asia exhibits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The text accompanying this sculpture says that it would have been used as a focus for meditation, focusing the qualities represented by the goddess Tara  - mercy and compassion. It would have been placed in a temple next to her male companion, the Bodhisattva Avalokiteshevara. (Bodhisattva's are beings who have reached Enlightenment but turned back from it, out of compassion so that they can help mankind escape from the cycle of death, rebirth and suffering. It was made on Sri Lanka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SzPe80ZGdNM/ThsWwI_XFmI/AAAAAAAAChg/AxeZKzFoJF8/s1600/P1050275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SzPe80ZGdNM/ThsWwI_XFmI/AAAAAAAAChg/AxeZKzFoJF8/s400/P1050275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628117175632336482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It struck me that the mixing of sensuality and religion is a exceedingly  foreign idea for those of us from the Judeo-Christian tradition. It  seems almost uniquely southeast Asian to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture does not do this Chinese vase justice. It was hundreds of years old and the colors were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vivid&lt;/span&gt;. It was made with a technique called cloisonne, where you solder metal strips into place to form the design and then fill the gaps with a glass paste that turns bright colors when fired in a kiln. Pretty amazing.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pya-LvStFCo/ThsY2KUDkDI/AAAAAAAACho/fkvMycN_f78/s1600/P1050273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pya-LvStFCo/ThsY2KUDkDI/AAAAAAAACho/fkvMycN_f78/s400/P1050273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628119478090043442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's a knife! It's a war knife from Southwest India and is normally carried on the back in a special sling. Fierce looking, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ShlbheUE-DQ/ThsZkRAMOUI/AAAAAAAAChw/JnQVsBzJVQ8/s1600/P1050282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ShlbheUE-DQ/ThsZkRAMOUI/AAAAAAAAChw/JnQVsBzJVQ8/s400/P1050282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628120270159755586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is my reflection. Being on vacation by yourself makes taking photos harder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oceKiZkUUEw/Thsbzv_qR-I/AAAAAAAACh4/4Vsm8Nneask/s1600/P1050285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oceKiZkUUEw/Thsbzv_qR-I/AAAAAAAACh4/4Vsm8Nneask/s400/P1050285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628122735200323554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-5062839850807942220?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/5062839850807942220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=5062839850807942220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5062839850807942220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5062839850807942220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/07/british-museum-china-and-southeast-asia.html' title='British Museum - China and Southeast Asia'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SzPe80ZGdNM/ThsWwI_XFmI/AAAAAAAAChg/AxeZKzFoJF8/s72-c/P1050275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-5938475211695532237</id><published>2011-07-11T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T08:16:58.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>British Museum - Mostly Egypt</title><content type='html'>I went to the British Museum all day yesterday. It was absolutely stunning. There was so much to see and think about. When I left at the end of the day I felt slightly lightheaded from everything I had seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started with the Egypt exhibit  - the most famous of all British Museum exhibits due to their vast collection of mummies. Here I am with the famous Egyptian cat statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f8jpfohnPU0/ThsP_EwbTAI/AAAAAAAACg4/63kRfpCZjI8/s1600/P1050249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f8jpfohnPU0/ThsP_EwbTAI/AAAAAAAACg4/63kRfpCZjI8/s400/P1050249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628109735612599298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fascinated by these statues of the goddess Sakhmet. According to the text next to the statue, the goddess Sakhmet was a leonine goddess who was regarded as the bringer of destruction to enemies of the sun-god Re. There are nearly 600 statues of her, as she was a favorite of the king Amenophis III.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_8vI7fbWbEY/ThsSLvZtNGI/AAAAAAAAChQ/q4B4bGIE03U/s1600/P1050243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_8vI7fbWbEY/ThsSLvZtNGI/AAAAAAAAChQ/q4B4bGIE03U/s400/P1050243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628112152241714274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XUPekIc4HV8/ThsQfIy4JLI/AAAAAAAAChA/a9Q90gWYpUM/s1600/P1050250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XUPekIc4HV8/ThsQfIy4JLI/AAAAAAAAChA/a9Q90gWYpUM/s400/P1050250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628110286452434098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love mummies and sarcophagi and all that, but they were also neat. There was a fascinating/horrifying "natural" mummy on display. It was basically a man who had been left in the sand 5000 years ago and was naturally mummified by the heat and sand. Unlike artificial mummies, there were no shrouds or wrappings - it was very evident that you were looking at a dead man. It was really interesting, but I didn't feel comfortable taking a picture. It felt disrespectful somehow. (I know that's probably weird; he's been dead for thousands of years, but he just felt so human to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't spend much time in the Greek/Roman sections of the museum. I had seen similar artwork and artifacts elsewhere. I did really like this statue of Venus/Aphrodite though. There's an immediacy to it that I find appealing. Like I, the viewer, have just stumbled upon her bathing and she's covering herself from my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jT5V6hqc4RA/ThsS2BA3vyI/AAAAAAAAChY/DF09ZENcb8w/s1600/P1050253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jT5V6hqc4RA/ThsS2BA3vyI/AAAAAAAAChY/DF09ZENcb8w/s400/P1050253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628112878523891490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw some friezes and status that had been stolen/recovered/preserved from the Parthenon in Greece. There's a bit of controversy about whether the British Museum is truly the rightful owner. I'm agnostic on the issue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-5938475211695532237?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/5938475211695532237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=5938475211695532237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5938475211695532237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5938475211695532237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/07/british-museum-mostly-egypt.html' title='British Museum - Mostly Egypt'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f8jpfohnPU0/ThsP_EwbTAI/AAAAAAAACg4/63kRfpCZjI8/s72-c/P1050249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-184994403965742392</id><published>2011-07-10T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T10:29:03.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regent's Park</title><content type='html'>We all made it to London yesterday. I had expected to stay in Cambridge an extra day, but in general everyone in the group wanted to head down to London. Since driving with the group was going to be easier than trying to catch a train from Cambridge, I decided to go along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all met up at a pub, then went to Regent's Park yesterday afternoon. There are other large parks in London and I don't know how they compare, but Regent's Park seemed large and green and family friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, look at this adorable statue of a little girl and her dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6gHKXCzyqP4/ThoTFopLnjI/AAAAAAAACgY/rs8fwEv9WIA/s1600/P1050225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6gHKXCzyqP4/ThoTFopLnjI/AAAAAAAACgY/rs8fwEv9WIA/s400/P1050225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627831671883275826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of people flying kites, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtoohxOItCY/ThoTz0XmE6I/AAAAAAAACgg/fJPQXCv0Grs/s1600/P1050229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtoohxOItCY/ThoTz0XmE6I/AAAAAAAACgg/fJPQXCv0Grs/s400/P1050229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627832465304720290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to the top of Primrose Hill, which had surprisingly good views of London, given that it's not a terribly large hill.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXCeZupO0OI/ThoUhYxMAlI/AAAAAAAACgo/4tfGWjJYXR0/s1600/P1050231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXCeZupO0OI/ThoUhYxMAlI/AAAAAAAACgo/4tfGWjJYXR0/s400/P1050231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627833248169853522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray scientists on top of a hill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9GaxNSK-90o/ThoVeSpTXsI/AAAAAAAACgw/N41He8Vyz_w/s1600/P1050233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9GaxNSK-90o/ThoVeSpTXsI/AAAAAAAACgw/N41He8Vyz_w/s400/P1050233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627834294498188994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-184994403965742392?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/184994403965742392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=184994403965742392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/184994403965742392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/184994403965742392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/07/regent-park.html' title='Regent&apos;s Park'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6gHKXCzyqP4/ThoTFopLnjI/AAAAAAAACgY/rs8fwEv9WIA/s72-c/P1050225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-4280810206960867600</id><published>2011-07-08T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T17:05:57.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scientists in Pubs</title><content type='html'>We went to a bunch of pubs, which was very fun and Cambridge-y.  Pubs are neat at first - they feel very cozy and British. Then you go to a few and realize that they all serve the same five dishes. (Fish and chips, beef and ale pie, roast chicken, chicken tikka, and beef with  Yorkshire pudding.) Once you've had all five, you're pretty much done with pubs. I mean, except for the beer, which isn't really my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here we all are, at a pub called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Anchor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uhc-0PhPqIQ/TheZu_blP6I/AAAAAAAACgI/rvVo1HE11hg/s1600/P1050175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uhc-0PhPqIQ/TheZu_blP6I/AAAAAAAACgI/rvVo1HE11hg/s400/P1050175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627135292002877346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8C1KDUdM7bY/TheZvB75z7I/AAAAAAAACgQ/zAwh5y7HDok/s1600/P1050176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8C1KDUdM7bY/TheZvB75z7I/AAAAAAAACgQ/zAwh5y7HDok/s400/P1050176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627135292675313586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're off to London tomorrow - so goodbye Cambridge! If you're interested, the rest of the photos I took are &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/beckytucker/sets/72157627149475206/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-4280810206960867600?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/4280810206960867600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=4280810206960867600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/4280810206960867600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/4280810206960867600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/07/scientists-in-pubs.html' title='Scientists in Pubs'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uhc-0PhPqIQ/TheZu_blP6I/AAAAAAAACgI/rvVo1HE11hg/s72-c/P1050175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-4344335313896880355</id><published>2011-07-08T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T16:55:21.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinderegg</title><content type='html'>One of the post-docs from Princeton (who, as it turns out, grew up about two blocks away from me) introduced me to a British sweet known as a Kinderegg. It's a chocolate egg that has a little toy on the inside. It's not associated with Easter, as I had assumed, though they do taste like bad Easter bunny chocolate. They cost about 60 pence apiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, enjoying my first Kinderegg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vyFDWlcwYKc/TheX-V9RdMI/AAAAAAAACf4/VKrGew_XnXY/s1600/P1050191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vyFDWlcwYKc/TheX-V9RdMI/AAAAAAAACf4/VKrGew_XnXY/s400/P1050191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627133356724548802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, though, is crazy about Kindereggs. She bought one for everyone in the group. These are all the toys we got. I personally have the blue parrot on a skateboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q736wZOpyiE/TheX_ECQuqI/AAAAAAAACgA/nGqh-QRbTy0/s1600/P1050194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q736wZOpyiE/TheX_ECQuqI/AAAAAAAACgA/nGqh-QRbTy0/s400/P1050194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627133369093503650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-4344335313896880355?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/4344335313896880355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=4344335313896880355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/4344335313896880355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/4344335313896880355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/07/kinderegg.html' title='Kinderegg'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vyFDWlcwYKc/TheX-V9RdMI/AAAAAAAACf4/VKrGew_XnXY/s72-c/P1050191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-3487914385220674379</id><published>2011-07-08T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T17:07:37.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambridge is Pretty</title><content type='html'>The town of Cambridge really only exists for the purpose of Cambridge University, which has 31 constituent, independent colleges. The system is both old and confusing. But what I really can't get over is the feeling that Cambridge is some sort of Disneyland. Except that everything here is actually old, instead of fake old. It's mind-blowing. I walk up to building expecting some form of Styrofoam and speckled paint, but no, it's 800 year old stone. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the town is just beautiful, albeit slightly overrun by college students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the colleges in Cambridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQ2uLqgXWl0/TheVHYvzkKI/AAAAAAAACfY/L61QaOC3IFk/s1600/P1050205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQ2uLqgXWl0/TheVHYvzkKI/AAAAAAAACfY/L61QaOC3IFk/s400/P1050205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627130213557309602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the front of King's College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AqgQvGVLDPA/TheVJxUx0MI/AAAAAAAACfw/GYxX_Q2RLro/s1600/P1050216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AqgQvGVLDPA/TheVJxUx0MI/AAAAAAAACfw/GYxX_Q2RLro/s400/P1050216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627130254514573506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A neat gate with a lens in Clare College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fDT0urthOBs/TheVI5zSO0I/AAAAAAAACfg/qF12GABBEj0/s1600/P1050210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fDT0urthOBs/TheVI5zSO0I/AAAAAAAACfg/qF12GABBEj0/s400/P1050210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627130239610141506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfectly Dickensian street near Trinity college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BURinHujA5Y/TheVGNy_10I/AAAAAAAACfQ/VELoWU8bCoo/s1600/P1050203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BURinHujA5Y/TheVGNy_10I/AAAAAAAACfQ/VELoWU8bCoo/s400/P1050203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627130193438037826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, on a bridge over the river Cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JlfxSnl9zvQ/TheVJc66r-I/AAAAAAAACfo/1ceTSUqE2Is/s1600/P1050211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JlfxSnl9zvQ/TheVJc66r-I/AAAAAAAACfo/1ceTSUqE2Is/s400/P1050211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627130249037393890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on about the scientists that researched in Cambridge over the past several centuries. (Newton, Darwin, Watson and Crick, you know, minor players.) Still, I wondered at times whether all the traditions associated with the Cambridge colleges could be stifling rather than enriching. Wouldn't be a bad place for a post-doc, at any rate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-3487914385220674379?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/3487914385220674379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=3487914385220674379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/3487914385220674379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/3487914385220674379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/07/cambridge-is-pretty.html' title='Cambridge is Pretty'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQ2uLqgXWl0/TheVHYvzkKI/AAAAAAAACfY/L61QaOC3IFk/s72-c/P1050205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-523052041861158614</id><published>2011-07-06T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T10:09:50.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>British Warnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MganElh1lRM/ThSWvKiEAfI/AAAAAAAACfI/Qh6-e9R-LBw/s1600/P1050159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MganElh1lRM/ThSWvKiEAfI/AAAAAAAACfI/Qh6-e9R-LBw/s400/P1050159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626287571517833714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a more perfectly British warning in your entire life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-523052041861158614?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/523052041861158614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=523052041861158614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/523052041861158614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/523052041861158614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/07/british-warnings.html' title='British Warnings'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MganElh1lRM/ThSWvKiEAfI/AAAAAAAACfI/Qh6-e9R-LBw/s72-c/P1050159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-424533624491459144</id><published>2011-07-06T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T10:08:14.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish and Chips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dJ8uDFHzu5M/ThSVrYFV1XI/AAAAAAAACfA/w7Q0g_7v7_A/s1600/P1050152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dJ8uDFHzu5M/ThSVrYFV1XI/AAAAAAAACfA/w7Q0g_7v7_A/s400/P1050152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626286406924359026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went to a pub with the folks from the University of Toronto. It was called, no joke, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Baron of Beef&lt;/span&gt;. God I love English names. Anyway, I did not have any beef. I had the fish and chips (with mushy peas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, mushy peas are literally mashed peas. There must have been some extra seasoning thrown in because they did not have much pea flavor. Vinegar maybe? The fish was very good - crisp on the outside, flaky on the inside - and very large. I felt like I'd eaten a brick after dinner. I think I'll go a little easier on my stomach tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-424533624491459144?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/424533624491459144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=424533624491459144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/424533624491459144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/424533624491459144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/07/fish-and-chips.html' title='Fish and Chips'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dJ8uDFHzu5M/ThSVrYFV1XI/AAAAAAAACfA/w7Q0g_7v7_A/s72-c/P1050152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-6174496707233307585</id><published>2011-07-06T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T10:03:55.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kavli Institute for Cosmology at Cambridge</title><content type='html'>Traveling to England isn't all fun and games. I actually have to do work for the first few days I'm here. Luckily for me, the Kavli Institute for Cosmology at Cambridge is a gorgeous new building on the outskirts of Cambridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's prettier on the inside than on the outside. Sort of looks like a middle school from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t5EtyviOVTI/ThSVFm-T41I/AAAAAAAACew/IUUjY0WsU5Y/s1600/P1050154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t5EtyviOVTI/ThSVFm-T41I/AAAAAAAACew/IUUjY0WsU5Y/s400/P1050154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626285758086374226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has an old observatory in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OatDD848Br8/ThSVEcrj2DI/AAAAAAAACeg/8nD79UbJ7ek/s1600/P1050153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OatDD848Br8/ThSVEcrj2DI/AAAAAAAACeg/8nD79UbJ7ek/s400/P1050153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626285738143504434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorable little daisies in the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ERek44tKZ9k/ThSVE6811SI/AAAAAAAACeo/9QCC3Pp24AM/s1600/P1050161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ERek44tKZ9k/ThSVE6811SI/AAAAAAAACeo/9QCC3Pp24AM/s400/P1050161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626285746269050146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gorgeous English ash ceilings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b61w31Mj13A/ThSVGHlohmI/AAAAAAAACe4/RJKcypZXVhk/s1600/P1050156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b61w31Mj13A/ThSVGHlohmI/AAAAAAAACe4/RJKcypZXVhk/s400/P1050156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626285766841239138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's good to be a physicist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-6174496707233307585?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/6174496707233307585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=6174496707233307585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/6174496707233307585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/6174496707233307585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/07/kavli-institute-for-cosmology-at.html' title='The Kavli Institute for Cosmology at Cambridge'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t5EtyviOVTI/ThSVFm-T41I/AAAAAAAACew/IUUjY0WsU5Y/s72-c/P1050154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-8698728949280298915</id><published>2011-07-06T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T09:58:15.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cambridge Belfry</title><content type='html'>We're staying at a lovely hotel called the Cambridge Belfry. It's not actually in Cambridge though; it's in Cambourne. For some reason, it was impossible to get a room in Cambridge proper this week. Anyway, the Cambridge Belfry is very pretty and we are enjoying our stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hWxgv2Ys0r4/ThSS7fntiuI/AAAAAAAACeI/f1Tl7wlmhUk/s1600/P1050167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hWxgv2Ys0r4/ThSS7fntiuI/AAAAAAAACeI/f1Tl7wlmhUk/s400/P1050167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626283385290590946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R65h0ne3KIA/ThSS6zryIuI/AAAAAAAACeA/cuK4s2X7gmY/s1600/P1050166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R65h0ne3KIA/ThSS6zryIuI/AAAAAAAACeA/cuK4s2X7gmY/s400/P1050166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626283373496509154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rooms are nice and the bathroom are excellent. Free wifi too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FsaZ3DWLzBo/ThSS6d-XkNI/AAAAAAAACd4/c0mRqJaowlo/s1600/P1050163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FsaZ3DWLzBo/ThSS6d-XkNI/AAAAAAAACd4/c0mRqJaowlo/s400/P1050163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626283367668879570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ljhR58qYzGM/ThSS8Sv7IYI/AAAAAAAACeY/yDU37xhGXds/s1600/P1050164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ljhR58qYzGM/ThSS8Sv7IYI/AAAAAAAACeY/yDU37xhGXds/s400/P1050164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626283399015244162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were gloriously fuzzy bumblebees in the flowers outside the entrance. The flowers smelled wonderful, so I understand the appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eKjeAHQ9SWc/ThSS8FDuNgI/AAAAAAAACeQ/GSYCTq2XiGM/s1600/P1050172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eKjeAHQ9SWc/ThSS8FDuNgI/AAAAAAAACeQ/GSYCTq2XiGM/s400/P1050172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626283395340187138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-8698728949280298915?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/8698728949280298915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=8698728949280298915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/8698728949280298915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/8698728949280298915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/07/cambridge-belfry.html' title='The Cambridge Belfry'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hWxgv2Ys0r4/ThSS7fntiuI/AAAAAAAACeI/f1Tl7wlmhUk/s72-c/P1050167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-9154201443147375649</id><published>2011-07-05T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T09:02:43.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi from Cambridge</title><content type='html'>We made it! My body clock is feeling a little confused, but we're here and in our hotel in Cambridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight was pretty good - first five hours were quite turbulent, last five much smoother. I got about three hours of sleep. It's a good thing it's almost dinner time here already. I'm ready to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive to Cambridge was very nice. It's very green and lush here. In fact, I'd say Old England looks a lot like... New England. Hmmm. We passed some houses and cottages that were so English it almost hurt. I'm sure this is a very American reaction, but I can't shake the feeling that I'm living in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel is very nice - pictures coming later. I had major duh moment that I'm going to chalk up to being tired and hungry. So you know how American hotels usually coordinate the room number with the floor number? Rooms 200-299 are usually on the second floor, rooms 300-399 are on the third. Well, my room number started with a two, so I went to the second floor, where I was very confused to see all the room numbers starting with a three. Back to the ground floor - all the room numbers start with a one. Then I realized that there's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; floor located between the ground floor and the second floor. Sure enough, twos everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've found my room and had a shower. I'm starving and sleepy, so I hope there is a movement from the other members of the group to go eat and have fizzy, caffeinated beverages soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-9154201443147375649?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/9154201443147375649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=9154201443147375649' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/9154201443147375649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/9154201443147375649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/07/hi-from-cambridge.html' title='Hi from Cambridge'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-8060392668234219672</id><published>2011-07-04T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T12:12:57.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin' to England, brb.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to England on Independence Day. Oh the delicious irony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much packed, though I'm still wondering if I've forgotten something and whether the clothes I've brought will be appropriate for an English summer. The London forecast calls for temperatures that resemble an LA winter. I hope it's a good approximation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked in last night and printed my boarding pass, though I was confused by the British Airways website. It asked me how many bags I wanted to check and gave me the following options:&lt;br /&gt;a) Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;b) 0 bags&lt;br /&gt;c) More than one bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, where's the option for checking just one bag? So I picked "Not sure" and I'll figured I'll just go to the counter when we get to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little anxious about the flight. Traveling in an aluminum tube over the Atlantic Ocean seems like a crazy thing to do. I'm a physicist, I know how airplanes stay up, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I love you all very much and my next post will probably be from England!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-8060392668234219672?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/8060392668234219672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=8060392668234219672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/8060392668234219672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/8060392668234219672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/07/goin-to-england-brb.html' title='Goin&apos; to England, brb.'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-7913746205960559243</id><published>2011-07-03T11:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T11:13:18.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking the Cure in Desert Hot Springs</title><content type='html'>Brad and I bought a discount resort stay from Living Social a few months ago, intending to use it as an anniversary trip. Unfortunately, the resort was already booked through June by the time we called, so we ended up taking a fourth of July weekend trip instead. The resort is nice, though in an odd area of town. The pools and jacuzzis (even the ones in the room) are all filled with natural spring water, which we are also encouraged to drink. (Well, not the water in the pools, but mineral water comes out of all the taps.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h1ufJ8aZ0Vo/ThCvGVu9rsI/AAAAAAAACdQ/L8D4A8nhH_c/s1600/P1050138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h1ufJ8aZ0Vo/ThCvGVu9rsI/AAAAAAAACdQ/L8D4A8nhH_c/s400/P1050138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625188458033950402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph4vI-KCD_A/ThCvGzlimVI/AAAAAAAACdg/dUVlclzf7rw/s1600/P1050145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph4vI-KCD_A/ThCvGzlimVI/AAAAAAAACdg/dUVlclzf7rw/s400/P1050145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625188466047490386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting a resort whose primary attraction is hot mineral water makes a lot more sense in May, when the average temperature is something like 80 degrees. Hot mineral water is much less appealing when the outside air temperature is approaching an oven setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iGm0zZQnmhM/ThCvGq15AHI/AAAAAAAACdY/cAgCVFgDrJs/s1600/P1050139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iGm0zZQnmhM/ThCvGq15AHI/AAAAAAAACdY/cAgCVFgDrJs/s400/P1050139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625188463700148338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the drive out, we stopped at Hadley's Fruit Orchards, which is famous for its date shake. We had one and it was, indeed, very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6qSVHyMLa1E/ThCvFx0MseI/AAAAAAAACdA/W1rZFxMakXg/s1600/P1050126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6qSVHyMLa1E/ThCvFx0MseI/AAAAAAAACdA/W1rZFxMakXg/s400/P1050126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625188448392229346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to Joshua Tree to take a look at the stars. It was DARK - which made for some very good star viewing. We bought an app on Bradley's iPhone to help us identify stars and constellations. It was a qualified success. We managed to find a few constellations and stars, but we couldn't figure out where the planets were. (Ok, taking pictures of stars is hard.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s7ZUbBVvulg/ThCwIRAs9wI/AAAAAAAACdw/_gFpo5Ys_04/s1600/P1050144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s7ZUbBVvulg/ThCwIRAs9wI/AAAAAAAACdw/_gFpo5Ys_04/s400/P1050144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625189590637541122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XvSNsoccqQE/ThCwIP0rG_I/AAAAAAAACdo/HqjuI7joJH0/s1600/P1050141.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're on our way back to Pasadena today, as I have to get ready to go to England. I'm leaving tomorrow and I feel a bit unprepared. Eeek!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-7913746205960559243?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/7913746205960559243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=7913746205960559243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/7913746205960559243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/7913746205960559243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/07/taking-cure-in-desert-hot-springs.html' title='Taking the Cure in Desert Hot Springs'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h1ufJ8aZ0Vo/ThCvGVu9rsI/AAAAAAAACdQ/L8D4A8nhH_c/s72-c/P1050138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-3508591887511523549</id><published>2011-06-30T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T08:57:59.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Like They're Reading My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2011/06/29/funny-pictures-is-there-any-place/?utm_source=embed&amp;amp;utm_medium=web&amp;amp;utm_campaign=sharewidget"&gt;&lt;img class="event-item-lol-image" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/funny-pictures-is-there-any-place-on-my-face-that-says-i-love-green-beans-to-u-hell-no.jpg" alt="funny pictures - Is there any place on my face that says  &amp;quot;I love green beans&amp;quot; to u? HELL NO!" title="funny pictures - Is there any place on my face that says  &amp;quot;I love green beans&amp;quot; to u? HELL NO!" width="100%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-3508591887511523549?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/3508591887511523549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=3508591887511523549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/3508591887511523549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/3508591887511523549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-like-theyre-reading-my-mind.html' title='It&apos;s Like They&apos;re Reading My Mind'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-6957278271131553116</id><published>2011-06-29T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T19:23:17.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming RAs</title><content type='html'>It's pretty much official - Brad and I are going to be RAs for Page House! The job technically starts July 1st, but we'll move the week after I get back from England. Everything has worked out really well. They're going to make an exception to the "no animals" clause for us. (We wouldn't have taken the position if they didn't; we like the cats too much.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apartment they have for us happens to be unfurnished (most of them aren't), which is good because we like our furniture better than the institutional Caltech housing furniture. And we just bought a big, comfy bed that I was SO not going to put in storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students we interviewed with at the house were very nice and friendly, so I am feeling optimistic about this. I've got some fun ideas for things to do with the residents - mostly  movie nights and trips to museums and things like that. If you have any  ideas, let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-6957278271131553116?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/6957278271131553116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=6957278271131553116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/6957278271131553116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/6957278271131553116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/06/becoming-ras.html' title='Becoming RAs'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-5723976215285960034</id><published>2011-06-28T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T00:11:47.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Too Bad</title><content type='html'>All in all, my exam went pretty well today. Of the six questions asked, I feel like I got close to full points on three of them, about half the points on two questions, with only one train wreck of a problem. It won't be a high score, but I think it will be enough to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm massively relieved and totally drained. Every time I take one of these exams, I come home and sleep for five hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be weird - no studying, plus catching up on the life I put on hold for a month to study for this thing. I've got work and a vacation and a trip to England coming up. Ready... go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-5723976215285960034?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/5723976215285960034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=5723976215285960034' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5723976215285960034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5723976215285960034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/06/not-too-bad.html' title='Not Too Bad'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-6676434440292765891</id><published>2011-06-24T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T22:48:02.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year of Quantum</title><content type='html'>It occurred to me today that I first took my quantum qualifying exam almost exactly a year ago. (I took it for the first time July 1, 2010.) That means I've studied for this exam three times in a one year period, which adds up to a little over three months of studying quantum mechanics this year. This, of course, doesn't even include the year of quantum mechanics I took at Georgia Tech and the year of quantum mechanics I took at Caltech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this means two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I am enormously tired of studying for this exam. I'm sick of it hanging over my head. I don't want to think about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I have learned &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt; quantum mechanics and statistical mechanics in the past year. I don't know if it's enough to pass the exam I'm taking in three days,  but in comparison to what I knew when I started graduate school? Wow, there is no comparison. And I guess that's really the point of all this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-6676434440292765891?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/6676434440292765891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=6676434440292765891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/6676434440292765891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/6676434440292765891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/06/year-of-quantum.html' title='The Year of Quantum'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-2692810811095948264</id><published>2011-06-22T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:22:05.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Help You With That</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, thank you Pickle. So helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8qMMI4dP90Y/TgIkYLtubVI/AAAAAAAACcY/T4zL_5Nw8o8/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-22%2Bat%2B10.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8qMMI4dP90Y/TgIkYLtubVI/AAAAAAAACcY/T4zL_5Nw8o8/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-22%2Bat%2B10.13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621095282791837010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yoeFbbCflP8/TgIkYYQYUyI/AAAAAAAACco/X1l4CsTA-S4/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-22%2Bat%2B10.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yoeFbbCflP8/TgIkYYQYUyI/AAAAAAAACco/X1l4CsTA-S4/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-22%2Bat%2B10.10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621095286158414626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ykyqFupMg1w/TgIkYV5qUoI/AAAAAAAACcg/eA7R9r8Ch9Y/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-22%2Bat%2B10.14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ykyqFupMg1w/TgIkYV5qUoI/AAAAAAAACcg/eA7R9r8Ch9Y/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-22%2Bat%2B10.14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621095285526254210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8qMMI4dP90Y/TgIkYLtubVI/AAAAAAAACcY/T4zL_5Nw8o8/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-22%2Bat%2B10.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RRrXjB_LSX8/TgIkY7vZX6I/AAAAAAAACc4/hz7ustU4wVE/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-22%2Bat%2B10.14%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RRrXjB_LSX8/TgIkY7vZX6I/AAAAAAAACc4/hz7ustU4wVE/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-22%2Bat%2B10.14%2B%25232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621095295683747746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RRrXjB_LSX8/TgIkY7vZX6I/AAAAAAAACc4/hz7ustU4wVE/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-22%2Bat%2B10.14%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lD-aMa652ls/TgIkYiFWfkI/AAAAAAAACcw/YTt1wRhi5ZU/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-22%2Bat%2B10.14%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lD-aMa652ls/TgIkYiFWfkI/AAAAAAAACcw/YTt1wRhi5ZU/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-22%2Bat%2B10.14%2B%25233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621095288796511810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-2692810811095948264?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/2692810811095948264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=2692810811095948264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2692810811095948264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2692810811095948264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/06/let-me-help-you-with-that.html' title='Let Me Help You With That'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8qMMI4dP90Y/TgIkYLtubVI/AAAAAAAACcY/T4zL_5Nw8o8/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-22%2Bat%2B10.13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-9011924096655116396</id><published>2011-06-21T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:23:24.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressing Out</title><content type='html'>My exam is in one week and I'm a total stress monkey. To be honest, I have a very bad feeling about the whole thing. I'm studying and doing problems, but I'm still struggling with the material and I don't feel ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anxiety is starting to make my body wig out, too. I've been having some wicked stress dreams. There are the usual ones about desperately needing to find the value of x or psi, but last night I had one where there was a bat living inside my abdomen. (It explained both the constant lump in my stomach and the "butterflies" feeling, depending on whether the bat was awake or sleeping.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, they've re-opened the search for RAs at Caltech, so Brad and I might end up becoming RAs after all. You know, assuming they don't kick me out after I fail my exam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-9011924096655116396?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/9011924096655116396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=9011924096655116396' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/9011924096655116396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/9011924096655116396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/06/stressing-out.html' title='Stressing Out'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-3517066521116420666</id><published>2011-06-11T13:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T13:23:02.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to England!</title><content type='html'>Some exciting news this week - I've booked a trip to England for the 12 days in July! My research group is having a collaboration meeting in Cambridge, so I'm going out for that and then staying an extra week to have some touristy fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave July 4th (nonstop flight from LAX to Heathrow, which is good, but 10 hours long) and get back July 16th. I'm having fun planning all the things I want to see and do while I'm there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to make London my "home base" after the conference and do day trips from there. Here's some of the stuff on my list so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cambridge (where the meeting is being held)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Work...&lt;br /&gt;Cambridge University&lt;br /&gt;Cambridge cathedral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;London:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Ben/Parliament?&lt;br /&gt;Tower of London&lt;br /&gt;Trafalgar Square&lt;br /&gt;Buckingham Palace/Changing of the Guard&lt;br /&gt;Globe Theater&lt;br /&gt;Student tickets to the Royal Opera (if possible)&lt;br /&gt;British Museum&lt;br /&gt;Victoria and Albert Museum (recommended to me by a friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Salisbury (day trip):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salisbury cathedral&lt;br /&gt;Stonehenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dover (day trip):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castle&lt;br /&gt;Cliffs&lt;br /&gt;Hiking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not renting a car or anything (drive on the left hand side of the road? No thank you!), so I'll be taking lots of trains. I've got a whole book from the library dedicated to the British rail system. Plus two other travel books - a student's guide (hooray cheap accommodations) and a traditional &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fodor's Guide to England&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm considering this trip to be the light at the end of my studying tunnel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-3517066521116420666?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/3517066521116420666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=3517066521116420666' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/3517066521116420666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/3517066521116420666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/06/going-to-england.html' title='Going to England!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-4004925939087129083</id><published>2011-06-08T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:30:18.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Migraine Medications</title><content type='html'>I've had migraine headaches on and off for a lot of years. My first one, which I very clearly remember, happened when I was 15. Since I didn't have another one for several years, I wrote it off as an anomaly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the ages of 18 or 19 until recently, I had one every few months. Not pleasant, but certainly infrequent enough to be tolerable. Last summer, though, they started becoming more and more frequent, until I was having two or three a week. I finally decided to give up on the Excedrin and go see a doctor for something more serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neurologist put me on Inderal, a medication intended primarily for high blood pressure but which has the secondary effect of preventing migraines. I went from having 10 migraines a month to two, and then a few months later to zero. Ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been migraine free for almost six months, so about two weeks ago my neurologist suggested I go off the Inderal. Migraines tend to come in cycles - you'll have a period when you get them all the time, and then months or years where you'll have none at all. Since it seemed that my irritated nerves had been sufficiently calm for six months, we hoped that they would stay calm without medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should have been wiser and suggested we try this experiment &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; my exam rather than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;. I was okay for about a week, but then they came back. With a vengeance. The past four days of my life have been a painful, throbbing blur. I admitted defeat and went back to my neurologist today. He wasn't so happy to see me. Not like that, he's a very pleasant man - just not happy that my migraines had returned so fiercely. (He's actually a pediatrics neurologist; I'm probably his oldest patient. His offices are decked out with cartoon characters and picture books.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am on a heroic dose of steroids to get things under control in the short-term, back on the Inderal for the long-term, and I have a brilliant little tablet called Maxalt. You take it when you feel a migraine brewing. I tried it today and within two hours I was feeling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so much better&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a bit like a walking pharmaceutical (as my stepmother would say, I am definitely NOT "all-natural"), but that is infinitely preferable to my previous state. Granted, I'm now so behind on my studying for my qualifying exam that I had a good weep this morning, but that's another story. (Physics can be a rather teary subject for me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, I have to give major kudos to Caltech for supplying their graduate students with a Cadillac of a health care plan. I've seen my neurologist no fewer than six times in the past year and paid a grand total of 30 bucks. My medication costs $6 a month.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lunch&lt;/span&gt; costs more than that. I can't think of a better use for six dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hoorah for modern medicine and fancy health insurance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-4004925939087129083?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/4004925939087129083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=4004925939087129083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/4004925939087129083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/4004925939087129083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/06/on-migraine-medications.html' title='On Migraine Medications'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-8221348369182106323</id><published>2011-06-02T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T13:35:29.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Umm, that's a sheep.</title><content type='html'>While driving to the movies last week, Brad and I were following a car with what looked like a dog in the backseat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheep. (Click for bigger picture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CE2kNdcrn0Y/Tef0CGAXY6I/AAAAAAAACcI/xYkOr17hIFE/s1600/Sheep_Car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CE2kNdcrn0Y/Tef0CGAXY6I/AAAAAAAACcI/xYkOr17hIFE/s400/Sheep_Car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613723777349673890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VsFyP9Z2wZA/Tefzj4X9OXI/AAAAAAAACcA/1EzHj8BUzLc/s1600/Sheep_Car.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? I have no idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-8221348369182106323?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/8221348369182106323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=8221348369182106323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/8221348369182106323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/8221348369182106323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/06/umm-thats-sheep.html' title='Umm, that&apos;s a sheep.'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CE2kNdcrn0Y/Tef0CGAXY6I/AAAAAAAACcI/xYkOr17hIFE/s72-c/Sheep_Car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-5771871527961151521</id><published>2011-05-25T09:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:30:54.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bodily Frustration</title><content type='html'>I had a check-up last week and my nurse practitioner gave me the following results.&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a fairly severe vitamin D deficiency. (Not a surprise, I shun sunlight like a mole.)&lt;br /&gt;2. I have high cholesterol. (Kind of a surprise. I knew I was overweight and out of shape, but I never expected my cholesterol to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; high.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solutions? Take a Vitamin D supplement. (Easy.) Change your diet and lose weight. (Less easy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing the diet isn't that bad. No red meat, significantly less cheese/full-fat dairy, fewer pre-packaged foods. None of these are things I was particularly attached to anyway. (Well, except ice-cream.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But losing weight? Apparently I had forgotten (if I ever knew) how close to impossible losing weight is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I didn't know I needed to lose weight. I'm not blind; I have a scale. I've gained about five pounds a year every year since I turned 20. Et voila! I'm 20 pounds overweight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the past week I've been eating really well (I thought) and walking or going to the gym in the evenings. Stepped on the scale this morning, expecting to see some sort of decrease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahahahahaha," says my scale. Yeah. I gained two pounds. (@#$%!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What. Gives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess more drastic measures are in order. I loathe counting calories,  but maybe that's the next step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing weight really is about shorting your body of nutrients so it  decides to use up some of what you have stored instead. Maybe there's no  way to do that without feeling like I want to gnaw my own arm off all  the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to go on about this, I'm a little frustrated this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid scale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-5771871527961151521?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/5771871527961151521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=5771871527961151521' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5771871527961151521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5771871527961151521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/05/bodily-frustration.html' title='Bodily Frustration'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-3762995610807755324</id><published>2011-05-05T17:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:31:36.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vacation That Wasn't</title><content type='html'>Brad and I bought LivingSocial Escapes vacation, thinking that it would be nice to go on a trip for our anniversary. (LivingSocial is a website that sends you a coupon everyday for some local business or service.) It was for two nights at nearby Desert Hot Springs (near Palm Springs). So, within driving distance and promising lots of relaxing soaks in hot mineral water. Sounds about right for an anniversary trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we have learned a vital lesson about buying discount vacations. Lots of people buy them. Those same people will then want to take a vacation on the exact same nights you do. By the time we called, every weekend through June was booked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of taking a relaxing anniversary trip, we're taking a relaxing fourth of July trip. It will still be nice, since I will have taken my qualifying exam two days before we leave (and so will definitely want a vacation). Still, I'm a little bummed that the anniversary plans fell through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-3762995610807755324?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/3762995610807755324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=3762995610807755324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/3762995610807755324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/3762995610807755324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/05/vacation-that-wasnt.html' title='The Vacation That Wasn&apos;t'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-8550934773234587200</id><published>2011-05-03T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:31:38.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>List o' Links</title><content type='html'>Things I've Found Interesting Lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Future of PhDs: &lt;a href="http://www.nature.com/news/specials/phdfuture/index.html"&gt;http://www.nature.com/news/specials/phdfuture/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finances and Marriage : &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2281613/"&gt;http://www.slate.com/id/2281613/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Review of a book I'd like to read, "The Wilder Life": &lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/books/laura_miller/2011/04/17/wilder_life"&gt;http://www.salon.com/books/laura_miller/2011/04/17/wilder_life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trailer for the final Harry Potter movie: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/video/imdb/vi137338137/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/video/imdb/vi137338137/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tornado videos from the recent storms: &lt;a href="http://thelede.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/04/27/video-of-the-tornado-in-alabama/?scp=1&amp;amp;sq=tornado%20video&amp;amp;st=cse#"&gt;http://thelede.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/04/27/video-of-the-tornado-in-alabama/?scp=1&amp;amp;sq=tornado%20video&amp;amp;st=cse#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-8550934773234587200?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/8550934773234587200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=8550934773234587200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/8550934773234587200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/8550934773234587200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/05/list-o-links.html' title='List o&apos; Links'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-7405543539033251815</id><published>2011-04-25T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:31:40.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Never Return Your Call</title><content type='html'>As most you know (since my readership consists of my parents, siblings, and three close friends), I am exceedingly bad about answering my phone and returning phone calls. Some of this, I admit, is my own carelessness. I often forget to charge the darn thing or to turn on the ringer back on after meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I would like to plead that some of this is out of my control. My apartment complex is a black hole of Sprint coverage. My sister confirmed this when she visited in January. We have identical models of phones and hers didn't work in the apartment either. Out of curiosity, I finally visited the web pages of the major carriers to see what they thought the coverage was like around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I submit the following, for your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Verizon's coverage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9k3wD2pElYk/TbY9OQyAPZI/AAAAAAAACbU/EsDJuOVKh9I/s1600/verizon.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9k3wD2pElYk/TbY9OQyAPZI/AAAAAAAACbU/EsDJuOVKh9I/s400/verizon.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599730501913951634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ATT's coverage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAtqba28KBg/TbY9OPkzTxI/AAAAAAAACbE/_UmANfAq3xY/s1600/att.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAtqba28KBg/TbY9OPkzTxI/AAAAAAAACbE/_UmANfAq3xY/s400/att.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599730501590142738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JK95dcx26tg/TbY9OedPycI/AAAAAAAACbM/rRMahLam3uQ/s1600/sprint.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Aaaaaand, Sprint's coverage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JK95dcx26tg/TbY9OedPycI/AAAAAAAACbM/rRMahLam3uQ/s1600/sprint.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JK95dcx26tg/TbY9OedPycI/AAAAAAAACbM/rRMahLam3uQ/s400/sprint.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599730505584986562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the GIANT HOLE in coverage where my apartment lies? In fact, it's pretty patchy all around Pasadena. However, if I moved three blocks west, I think all my cellphone woes would be solved. Too bad three blocks west corresponds to a gas station and a Trader Joe's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-7405543539033251815?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/7405543539033251815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=7405543539033251815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/7405543539033251815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/7405543539033251815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-i-never-return-your-call.html' title='Why I Never Return Your Call'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9k3wD2pElYk/TbY9OQyAPZI/AAAAAAAACbU/EsDJuOVKh9I/s72-c/verizon.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-1219973583475460910</id><published>2011-04-18T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:31:42.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Nostalgic Smell in the World</title><content type='html'>We had a gorgeous, perfect weekend. The air was mild and the skies were sunny. I decided to take a walk on Saturday afternoon. There are some big, lovely houses in the neighborhood south of us. The sidewalks are wide and the roads are quiet. I was meandering down the block when something so wonderful hit my nose that I had to stop, close my eyes, and smell for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stopped in front of a pretty house, with a freshly planted bed of impatiens, newly mowed grass, and a sprinkler wetting the lawn and sidewalks with every pass. That particular combination of wet pavement, fresh dirt, and grass clippings smelled like playing in the sprinkler. It smelled like stomping in puddles after a summer thunderstorm. It smelled like planting flowers with Mom. It smelled like taking walks with Dad and Laurel after dinner. It smelled like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not exaggerating when I say that it nearly brought tears to my eyes.  I think my heart broke a little when I opened my eyes and remembered that I am, in fact, a 24 year old woman with a marriage, a career, pets, debts, and other responsibilities. These things are good, too. Some of them are wonderful. But they're complicated and hard and adult. For just a moment, I regretted ever growing up. (Not that there are any alternatives.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there were a word that described feeling simultaneously old and young.  My life certainly looks awfully grown up, but I still feel like I'm about 16 years old. I think that's the big secret that they never tell you about adulthood. No matter how old you get, you never really feel as old as your age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-1219973583475460910?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/1219973583475460910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=1219973583475460910' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/1219973583475460910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/1219973583475460910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/04/most-nostalgic-smell-in-world.html' title='The Most Nostalgic Smell in the World'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-6364626711734301705</id><published>2011-04-09T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:31:45.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave Ramsey at the Right Time</title><content type='html'>Brad and I recently completed the Financial Peace University classes taught by Dave Ramsey. My dad got us the materials and membership for Christmas, saying "Your income could easily double or triple in the next few years and I want to you to have a plan." (Little did he know how prescient that was, but more on that later.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dave Ramsey plan focuses on getting (and staying) out of debt, building savings, and learning to invest. I liked about 90% of what he had to say. The early classes focus on getting out of debt, with a focus on consumer debt like credit cards and car loans. Although we are deeply indebted because of our student loans, we don't have any consumer debt. Still, we have mostly given up using our credit card. Dave Ramsey recommends using the envelope/cash only system for most purchases and this was hugely beneficial for us. We stopped blowing our monthly budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class also changed the way we think about things like car loans and mortgages. I suspect that, as a result of this class, we will never take out a car loan or finance anything except a house. We're also feeling much more ambitious about getting the student loans paid off as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to some really really good news! Last week, Brad was offered a full time job as a director for a small entertainment company! (And it will, in fact, more than double our income!) The company doesn't make feature films, which is what he eventually wants to do, but he will be directing commercials and some instructional/informational videos for them. They've said they'll give him a lot of freedom and creative control, so I think this job is a good stepping stone to where he wants to go. I'm so proud of him; getting this job was a study in persistence and determination. He's been pursuing this opportunity since the beginning of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In true Dave Ramsey form, we're not planning on changing much about the way we live. We hope to apply most of his income to the student loans. We could get them paid off in as little as three years with some discipline and good luck. That will be financial peace, indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-6364626711734301705?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/6364626711734301705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=6364626711734301705' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/6364626711734301705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/6364626711734301705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/04/dave-ramsey-at-right-time.html' title='Dave Ramsey at the Right Time'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-5658423220863692764</id><published>2011-04-05T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:31:47.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film school'/><title type='text'>Brad's Premiere</title><content type='html'>The premiere for &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the Outside&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was this past weekend. Finally! Woohoo! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was very well attended; the first screening was standing room only. They had good food and a bartender, a photographer, and even a mini red carpet. After chatting and standing about in my heels for five hours, I was ready to hibernate for a week, but it was a really fun time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several of our old Georgia Tech friends who are now in the LA area came out. That was really special, though it was so strange to see them again. We're having dinner on Thursday with my old college roommate. It's good to reconnect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only snafu, as far as I could tell, was that the projectionist missed the reel change and there was some brief goofiness of sound and picture. Then again, I probably only noticed because I've seen the movie a hundred times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can see photos at &lt;a href="http://castingimagesonline.com/"&gt;http://castingimagesonline.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Click on &lt;i&gt;Events&lt;/i&gt;, then &lt;i&gt;On the Outside Premiere&lt;/i&gt;. There are some good photos of Brad on the second and third pages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The premiere marks the end of an era for us. AFI is officially over. Off to the real world... yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-5658423220863692764?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/5658423220863692764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=5658423220863692764' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5658423220863692764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5658423220863692764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/04/brads-premiere.html' title='Brad&apos;s Premiere'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-4400019176274693000</id><published>2011-03-19T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:31:50.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiwi's Favorite Human</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h3_gkUA9qMY/TYUSX3i5SjI/AAAAAAAACa0/nxOkxWL4xgY/s1600/Image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h3_gkUA9qMY/TYUSX3i5SjI/AAAAAAAACa0/nxOkxWL4xgY/s400/Image1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585891114079570482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-4400019176274693000?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/4400019176274693000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=4400019176274693000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/4400019176274693000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/4400019176274693000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/03/kiwis-favorite-human.html' title='Kiwi&apos;s Favorite Human'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h3_gkUA9qMY/TYUSX3i5SjI/AAAAAAAACa0/nxOkxWL4xgY/s72-c/Image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-6748935316451981724</id><published>2011-03-07T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:31:52.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film school'/><title type='text'>The Most Expensive Thing We Own</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I5dWZRw7TbA/TXVVkw2_-jI/AAAAAAAACas/jpSPY0Y59Qw/s1600/P1040783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I5dWZRw7TbA/TXVVkw2_-jI/AAAAAAAACas/jpSPY0Y59Qw/s400/P1040783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581461403274836530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got it a few weeks ago!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-6748935316451981724?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/6748935316451981724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=6748935316451981724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/6748935316451981724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/6748935316451981724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/03/most-expensive-thing-we-own.html' title='The Most Expensive Thing We Own'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I5dWZRw7TbA/TXVVkw2_-jI/AAAAAAAACas/jpSPY0Y59Qw/s72-c/P1040783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-7921079331640773222</id><published>2011-03-06T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:31:54.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Today We Did Everything</title><content type='html'>We had a nice weekend. Yesterday we didn't even get out of our PJs. We slept in, read books, and watched movies all day. (We watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animal Kingdom&lt;/span&gt; last night. I found it frustrating. Wouldn't recommend it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, however, we did all of our errands: recycling, going to Target, returning my powder for the correct one at Macy's, getting printer ink at Office Depot, picking up my books on hold at the library, rescuing my blue bicycle from the bike rack at my office, and trying out a new restaurant. (The last was not so much an errand, but it did happen on our day about town.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm tired. Back to reading and watching movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-7921079331640773222?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/7921079331640773222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=7921079331640773222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/7921079331640773222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/7921079331640773222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/03/today-we-did-everything.html' title='Today We Did Everything'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-8232243593121021313</id><published>2011-03-05T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:31:56.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Storyteller: The Authorized Biography of Roald Dahl</title><content type='html'>I just finished the 600 page authorized biography of Roald Dahl. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't generally read biographies, as I usually find them deadly dull, but I'm glad I read this one. Roald Dahl's books were among my favorites as a kid, and I still treasure the memories I have of my sister reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matilda&lt;/span&gt; to me at bedtime. (I loved &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matilda&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahl's books broke a lot of the conventions of children's literature. They were slightly twisted, the adults were usually the enemy, and they generally avoided any sort of traditional moralizing. Kids loved them - librarians less so. Although Dahl is most famous for his children's books, he actually wrote several volumes of short stories for adults, most of which I have read, all of which are macabre and very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading about Dahl and his life confirmed most of the suspicions I had about him from reading his books. Much of his own story (until now) was myth, either actively or accidentally perpetrated by himself. He was a very contradictory man, generous and kind, but also volatile, with a famously bad temper. While he always considered himself a man of the English countryside, he was fascinated by wealth and power. People tended to either love or hate him. Also, he didn't start writing children's stories until he was in his 60s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book, by Donald Sturrock, is thoroughly researched. It's well-written, though perhaps the tiniest bit dry. The unfortunate fact of biographies is that lives don't have narratives, and it's hard to invent one without it seeming forced or gimmicky. Roald Dahl had an eventful life, which keeps the book moving along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'll excuse me, I have to track down &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matilda&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The BFG&lt;/span&gt;. It's time I read them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-8232243593121021313?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/8232243593121021313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=8232243593121021313' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/8232243593121021313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/8232243593121021313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/03/storyteller-authorized-biography-of.html' title='Storyteller: The Authorized Biography of Roald Dahl'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-2751842123824411203</id><published>2011-02-28T20:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:31:58.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>The Oscars</title><content type='html'>Brad and I hosted an Oscars party yesterday for some friends. It was fun - plenty of food and arguing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frankly, I thought the Oscars were kind of lame this year. I really didn't care for the James Franco/Anne Hathaway duo, though I thought some of their prepared bits were cute. (The opening sequence and the "Little Ball of Light" song, in particular.) The random "classic movies" segments were confusing, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did win our Oscars pool, however, with 17 correct answers. (Two of which, for the short films, were just lucky guesses.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did anyone else notice that the dresses were &lt;i&gt;seriously&lt;/i&gt; sparkly this year? They all looked like they weighed 50 pounds! (Or, as my friend so eloquently put it, "What's up with all the shiny sh%$ on the dresses?") Still, I wouldn't say no if someone offered to let me wear one for an evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about all we've been up to lately, other than working and school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-2751842123824411203?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/2751842123824411203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=2751842123824411203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2751842123824411203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2751842123824411203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/02/oscars.html' title='The Oscars'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-1342388752887030370</id><published>2011-02-23T12:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:32:00.800-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SoCal life'/><title type='text'>Hello Buddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4awasVBImg/TWVyrqD6OWI/AAAAAAAACak/kmg-3bN48HI/s1600/280.400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4awasVBImg/TWVyrqD6OWI/AAAAAAAACak/kmg-3bN48HI/s400/280.400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576989807918856546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This isn't my new Buddy, but this is what it looks like! Brad and I found one on Craigslist over the weekend and snapped it up. They're really hard to find used. Alas, we had to drive to the southernmost part of Orange County to pick it up, so we spent a lot of time in the car, but she's all mine now!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took it directly to a scooter shop in North Hollywood to be serviced, so I don't have any pictures yet. I'll be able to pick it up Saturday. Unfortunately, my appointment at the DMV isn't until next Thursday, so I'm not legally able to drive it yet. Nor is it legally allowed on the streets because I haven't registered it yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, I'm T minus one week from scootering around Pasadena!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-1342388752887030370?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/1342388752887030370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=1342388752887030370' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/1342388752887030370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/1342388752887030370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-buddy.html' title='Hello Buddy!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4awasVBImg/TWVyrqD6OWI/AAAAAAAACak/kmg-3bN48HI/s72-c/280.400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-7117011397801697860</id><published>2011-02-19T17:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:32:02.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Scooter Shopping!</title><content type='html'>Well, Brad and I have had a very busy day of scooter shopping. I've been saving up for over a year now and I'm able to afford the lower end of what I want, so I figured that it's time to start looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the hardest parts, actually, has been getting all the cash I saved into a more manageable form. I've been saving the money we get from recycling as well as the money I receive for participating in fMRI studies for the economics department at Caltech. I also picked up a half-TA position this quarter. All of the cash was saved in a jar on my desk, but I figured that people probably wouldn't want me to pay with a wad of tens, fives, and ones. Turns out it's pretty hard to deposit cash when you only bank online. We had to get a money order in order to get the cash into a bank account and boy was the post office office employee confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost certainly getting a used scooter, but there are a few things I know I want. The first is a recognizeable brand. There are plenty of obscure Chinese made scooters available for $600, but no one will service them, they break easily, and it's very hard to find parts. So I'm going to stick with something like Yahama, Genuine, or Honda. I also want curvy, retro styling. Lastly, I can't afford a Vespa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that pretty much narrows it down to the Yamaha Vino, the Genuine Motor Company Buddy, and the Honda Metropolitan. We visited two Craigslist Vinos today and went to a fabulous scooter dealership called Noho Scooters. It was raining today, so business was pretty slow and the guy at Noho Scooters had plenty of time to chat and give us lots of advice. He recommended the Vino or the Buddy, but thought that the Metropolitans don't have enough power to make them roadworthy. (They top out around 40 mph.) The Vino is much easier to find used, but it has the disadvantage of not being able to add extra storage compartments to the back or handlebars. The Buddy is great, but they're more than I can afford new and they don't come up very often on Craigslist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, the dealership had two used Vinos that had been recently serviced and were comparable to or less than the Craigslist prices - so I'd probably do that rather than buy from a private party. That way I know I'm getting something mechanically sound. We're going to look at a used Buddy tomorrow, but we don't know if it's 50cc or 125cc. I'd rather have the 125cc (though neither are legally allowed on the freeway, which is JUST fine with me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can't find what I want used, I may just wait and save up more money until I can afford something new. Anyway, it's been fun and exciting to actually go and ride some scooters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-7117011397801697860?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/7117011397801697860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=7117011397801697860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/7117011397801697860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/7117011397801697860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/02/scooter-shopping.html' title='Scooter Shopping!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-1955137039470423002</id><published>2011-02-08T22:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:32:05.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Stupid Busy</title><content type='html'>I was going to make an effort to post more often, but I've just been stupid busy lately. I've got plenty of research on my plate, an actual for-grades class (Physics of Interstellar Medium),  a shop class that takes a few hours a day, a Dave Ramsey class once a week, a full two-day motorcycle class this weekend, the GSC retreat last weekend, etc.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yeah, I basically get up and go from about 9am until about 9pm, at which point I don't want to anything except take a shower and go to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a quick recap of life the past few weeks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GSC retreat: I spent 12 hours in a car for, essentially, a one day retreat. We drove up to Mammoth on Friday evening (6 hours), spent all day in a hotel room on Saturday, and drove back on Sunday morning. It wasn't even that useful of a retreat. There were better uses for my weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Motorcycle class: I'm taking a two-day motorcycle skills class this weekend. No, I'm not getting a motorcycle, but I am getting a motorcycle license. You need one to drive any class of scooter in California. And since I've been saving up for my scooter for over a year now, I figure I should be able to test drive a few!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dave Ramsey's Financial Peace University: We're on the fifth week and learning good stuff. Today was all about debt collectors and their tactics. Not so much applicable to us, but interesting anyway. We've definitely benefitted from a more detailed budgeting approach and we like many of his ideas about debt and credit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shop class: I'm learning how to drill, mill, tap, lathe, grind, buff, deburr, measure, you name it. A very nice man is patiently teaching me how to use all the machines in the physics machine shop. It's been fun and interesting, though it's kind of eating my day. It's about three hours, three times a week. Today I completely messed up the part I was making, so I'll have to redo it tomorrow, thus extending the class by another three hours. Blarg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phone program: I got a raise (to $20/hour!), so I've been trying to go in a few hours a week, just to pad our checking account a little bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ummm, I think that's about it. Last week Brad had an interview with a media company that's working for the Boy Scouts. They tend to drop off the face of the planet for a week or two at a time, so we haven't heard back yet. We think it went well though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, g'night all.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-1955137039470423002?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/1955137039470423002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=1955137039470423002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/1955137039470423002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/1955137039470423002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/02/stupid-busy.html' title='Stupid Busy'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-6812560524386518604</id><published>2011-02-05T12:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:32:08.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Movies Seen in 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 10pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoListParagraph, li.MsoListParagraph, div.MsoListParagraph { margin: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst, li.MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst, div.MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt 0.5in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle, li.MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle, div.MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt 0.5in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoListParagraphCxSpLast, li.MsoListParagraphCxSpLast, div.MsoListParagraphCxSpLast { margin: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }ol { margin-bottom: 0in; }ul { margin-bottom: 0in; }&lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;1. What’s Eating Gilbert Grape&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Donnie Brasco&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Star Trek: The Original Series (Season 3)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A Serious Man&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Hurt Locker&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Star Trek: The Motion Picture&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Live and Let Die&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;9.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mansfield Park&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;10.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Once&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;11.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Seven Samurai&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;12.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Hours&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;13.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Post-Grad&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;14.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Star Trek: Wrath of Khan&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;15.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Moon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;16.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;La Vie en Rose&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;17.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bridget Jones’ Diary&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;18.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Godfather (repeat)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;19.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Star Trek III: The Search for Spock&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;20.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lost in Translation&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;21.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Negotiator&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;22.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Run Lola Run&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;23.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In Bruges&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;24.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;25.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;La Strada&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;26.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Perfume: The Story of a Murderer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;27.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Star Trek V: The Final Frontier&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;28.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Funny Girl&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;29.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Up in the Air&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;30.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Reader&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;31.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;32.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Golden Compass&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;33.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Outsiders&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;34.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Star Trek VI - The Undiscovered Country&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;35.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;House of Sand and Fog&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;36.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Confessions of a Dangerous Mind&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;37.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Winter's Bone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;38.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Twilight: Eclipse&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;39.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Insider&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;40.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Vertigo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;41.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tropic Thunder&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;42.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Toy Story 3&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;43.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Runaways&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;44.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;High School Musical&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;45.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;High School Musical 2&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;46.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;High School Musical 3&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;47.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dan in Real Life&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;48.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Inception&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;49.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;50.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Girl With the Dragon Tattoo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;51.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A Single Man&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;52.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No Impact Man&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;53.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Capote&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;54.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Salt&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;55.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;56.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dark Floors&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;57.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;58.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Step Up 2: Taking it to the Streets&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;59.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Planet Earth series&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;60.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O Brother, Where Art Thou?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;61.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Disturbia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;62.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2012&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;63.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Fried Green Tomatos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;64.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Steel Magnolias&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;65.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Young Victoria&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;66.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Three Colors: Red&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;67.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This Movie is Not Yet Rated&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;68.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eat, Pray, Love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;69.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Enter the Void&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;70.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hancock&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;71.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A Simple Plan&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;72.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Manhattan&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;73.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Secret of Kells&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;74.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Harold and Maude&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;75.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part I&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;76.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Over Her Dead Body&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;77.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Uninvited&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;78.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;National Geographic: Aryan Brotherhood&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;79.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;National Geographic: Inside the US Secret Service&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;80.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;National Geographic: Inside Special Forces&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;81.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Black Swan&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;82.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Red Shoes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;83.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;True Grit (2010)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;84.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The Tourist&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-6812560524386518604?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/6812560524386518604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=6812560524386518604' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/6812560524386518604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/6812560524386518604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/02/movies-seen-in-2010.html' title='Movies Seen in 2010'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-2681874105096998485</id><published>2011-02-05T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:32:10.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Books of 2010</title><content type='html'>It took me a while to get around to this, but here's my recap of the books I read in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Into the Wild - John Krakauer&lt;br /&gt;2. The Golden Compass - Philip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;3. Pursuit of Honor - Vince Flynn&lt;br /&gt;4. Star Trek Memories - William Shatner and Chris Kreski&lt;br /&gt;5. Super Freakonomics - Steven Levitt and Stephen Dubner&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 10pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;6. Take the Cannoli - Sarah Vowell&lt;br /&gt;7. Her Smoke Rose Up Forever - James Tiptree Jr.&lt;br /&gt;8. The Subtle Knife - Philip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;9. The Invisible Man - H. G. Welles&lt;br /&gt;10. Eat, Pray, Love - Elizabeth Gilbert&lt;br /&gt;11. The Amber Spyglass - Philip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;12. The Omnivore's Dilemma - Michael Pollan&lt;br /&gt;13. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle&lt;br /&gt;14. The 10 Year Nap - Meg Wolitzer&lt;br /&gt;15. The Time Traveler's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger&lt;br /&gt;16. Introduction to Cosmology - Barbara Ryden&lt;br /&gt;17. Lady Chatterley's Lover - D. H. Lawrence&lt;br /&gt;18. Academeology - Female Science Professor&lt;br /&gt;19. Ask a Mexican - Gustavo Arellano&lt;br /&gt;20. Her Fearful Symmetry - Audrey Niffenegger&lt;br /&gt;21. Mass Effect: Ascension - Drew Karpyshyn&lt;br /&gt;22. The Lost City of Z - David Grann&lt;br /&gt;23. Shutter Island - Dennis Lehane&lt;br /&gt;24. South: The Endurance Expedition - Ernest Shackleton&lt;br /&gt;25. In Cold Blood - Truman Capote&lt;br /&gt;26. The Beautiful and the Damned - F. Scott Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;27. The Shallows: What the Internet is Doing to our Brains - Nicholas Carr&lt;br /&gt;28. A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius - Dave Eggers&lt;br /&gt;29. God is Not Great: How Religion Poisons Everything - Christopher Hitchens&lt;br /&gt;30. Haunt Me Still - Jennifer Lee Carrell&lt;br /&gt;31. Don't Eat This Book - Morgan Spurlock&lt;br /&gt;32. Bee Season - Myla Goldberg&lt;br /&gt;33. Year of the Flood - Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;34. Oh Pure and Radiant Heart - Lydia Millet&lt;br /&gt;35. The Company - Robert Littell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-2681874105096998485?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/2681874105096998485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=2681874105096998485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2681874105096998485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2681874105096998485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/02/books-of-2010.html' title='Books of 2010'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-4556595704658003003</id><published>2011-01-27T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:32:12.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerd stuff'/><title type='text'>When at Night I Go To Sleep</title><content type='html'>It's an oddly personal thing to ask, but what do you think about before you go to sleep at night? I'm not talking about the random thoughts and images that go through your head when you're getting sleepy. What do you purposefully think about to help yourself sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought much about it until a friend of mine told me that he thinks about the Enterprise to help himself sleep. Yes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; Enterprise, from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/span&gt;. My first thought was that this is a delightfully nerdy thing to think about, but I realize that I think about things that are no less random (though perhaps still illuminating).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was very small I thought about horses. I would think about all the different breeds and colors and names. In high school and college I thought about being trapped on a desert island, where there were no exams or papers or projects to work on. (Clearly my academic stress was top of mind then.) Now, no joke, I think about flowers. I consider shapes and colors and scents. Sometimes I think about gardens or bouquets. I like to consider subjects with many variations because it's familiar, but different every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occurs to me that this might be strange. Maybe most people just try to leave their mind blank or think about what they have to do tomorrow.  Most of my thoughts are dictated by the demands of the day - work, classes, finances, food. So one of the reasons I like going to bed is that I get to think about whatever I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about when you can think about whatever you want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-4556595704658003003?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/4556595704658003003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=4556595704658003003' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/4556595704658003003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/4556595704658003003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-at-night-i-go-to-sleep.html' title='When at Night I Go To Sleep'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-3035228086769881251</id><published>2011-01-26T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:32:14.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Marie Claire Wants You to Diet Dangerously</title><content type='html'>Brad and I get free magazine subscriptions by redeeming Coke Rewards points. We've been getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wired&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entertainment Weekly&lt;/span&gt; for a while and we just signed up for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marie Claire&lt;/span&gt;. (I said, "Oh can I get a girly magazine? I never read those anymore.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had forgotten that there's a reason I don't read girly magazines anymore. They're stupid. Look at the cover of this month's Marie Claire. (This was the first issue I received.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LROdfJGW1Ro/TUCsk0DWroI/AAAAAAAACaY/3r5Hk9plhi0/s1600/michelle-williams-cover-marie-claire-feb-2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 391px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LROdfJGW1Ro/TUCsk0DWroI/AAAAAAAACaY/3r5Hk9plhi0/s400/michelle-williams-cover-marie-claire-feb-2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566638887877914242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the left hand side is the pull quote "The New Dangerous Diet That Really Works." Hmmm, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marie Claire&lt;/span&gt;, what are you saying? Not that this diet is dangerous and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I should stay away from it&lt;/span&gt;. No, it's dangerous and&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; it really works&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the article. It's a two page spread, 5/6 of which is taken up by a woman recounting how she lost 25 pounds by injecting herself with hCG - a hormone produced by pregnant women which is not approved by the FDA for weight loss. According to the author, she lost her post-pregnancy belly, fit into jeans she hadn't been in for years, even the whites of her eyes got whiter. It's a miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that while you're on the hCG diet, you only eat 500 calories a day. And studies show that there's no difference between taking hCG and a placebo for weight loss and that the effectiveness of the diet comes from calorie restriction. Plus, hCG can cause all sorts of unrelated and unpleasant side effects. But believe them, dear reader, hCG  is a diet "that really works."  I'm sure I would lose 25 pounds if I only ate 500 calories a day, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie Claire does explain some of this in a thin sidebar next to the article, but only after you've spent two pages reading the virtues of the hCG diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nonsense. Not only that, it's dangerous nonsense and I can't believe magazines are peddling crap like this. Why are they encouraging women to jeopardize their health for a goal as inane as being thin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll cancel my subscription because I'm not paying for it, but I certainly won't renew. Next time I'll just get Popular Mechanics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-3035228086769881251?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/3035228086769881251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=3035228086769881251' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/3035228086769881251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/3035228086769881251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/01/marie-claire-wants-you-to-diet.html' title='Marie Claire Wants You to Diet Dangerously'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LROdfJGW1Ro/TUCsk0DWroI/AAAAAAAACaY/3r5Hk9plhi0/s72-c/michelle-williams-cover-marie-claire-feb-2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-5248150868457034653</id><published>2011-01-25T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:32:16.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film school'/><title type='text'>Thoughts on Student Loans</title><content type='html'>We are currently in the process of consolidating all the various student loans from Georgia Tech and AFI. I knew about what the number was going to be, but it was still a shock to see it all in one lump total listed beneath the phrase "you owe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We almost kept it under six figures. Final total is $106,000. Sadly, that's pretty low when compared to other AFI graduates who also had to finance it themselves (as opposed to those whose parents/trust funds paid). Many of them have totals like $160,000 or $170,000. We didn't borrow for living expenses, only for tuition, which is probably the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I've found interesting is how other people with student loans are dealing with it. They're mostly not. They're shocked by how much the payments are, they don't know their options for paying it off, and they don't really know how much they've borrowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I've noticed is that people, when they find out we have student loans, often say something to the effect of  "You can't get rid of those, even if you declare bankruptcy. They keep coming after you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reaction is always, "I wasn't planning on 'getting rid of them.' I was planning on paying them off." We took out this debt knowing about how much the total amount would be, about what the payments would be when they came, and how we could meet the payment every month. This, to me, seems like the responsible way to incur debt (leaving aside the issue of whether it is responsible to incur debt in the first place).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently responsible borrowing is somewhat rare. I was surprised to see that people can and do borrow large sums of money willy nilly.  I'm sure Dave Ramsey would have a lot to say about this, but I'll leave that topic for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fretted a lot about taking out the loans in the first place, but now that they are coming due, I'm find that the anticipation of the event is much worse than the event itself. Certainly we're going to have a few more years of "grad school poor" than I'd really like, but we won't eat Ramen all the time either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-5248150868457034653?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/5248150868457034653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=5248150868457034653' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5248150868457034653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5248150868457034653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/01/thoughts-on-student-loans.html' title='Thoughts on Student Loans'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-2074980175289734605</id><published>2011-01-23T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:32:18.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SoCal life'/><title type='text'>Lord of the Rings and the Woo Guy</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Brad and I went to a triple feature of all three Lord of the Rings films at the Egyptian Theater. It's been 10 years since they first came out, which was the reason for the event.  Of course, it takes about 12 hours to watch all three movies, so we spent all day at the theater. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fun event... except that it was mostly attended by serious fanboys and fangirls. And they cheered for &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;. They cheered when each character first appeared on the screen (including villains). They cheered at every major plot point. They cheered for Peter Jackson's cameos. They cheered for the spider. They clapped for every damn thing throughout the movies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I sat next to a "woo" guy. Every single time something happened, he let out this earsplitting "woo!" to celebrate. It was such an piercing sound - almost perfectly a single tone with no harmonics or overtones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I debated with myself the whole time about whether I l;'was just being a major league grump or whether all these people needed to shut up and watch the movie. My problem was that all the cheering kept reminding me that I was, in fact, watching a movie in a movie theater. The point of movie theaters is that they're dark and quiet and distraction free - &lt;i&gt;so you forget you're watching a movie. &lt;/i&gt;Maybe I'm just crotchety. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't have to pay to attend the event and I love the Lord of the Rings movies. So it was still a good day.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-2074980175289734605?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/2074980175289734605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=2074980175289734605' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2074980175289734605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/2074980175289734605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/01/lord-of-rings-and-woo-guy.html' title='Lord of the Rings and the Woo Guy'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-5901026132912275715</id><published>2011-01-17T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:32:20.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SoCal life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Echo Mountain</title><content type='html'>Brad's sister stayed with us this weekend. While she was here we decided to hike to the top of Echo Mountain. There used to be a hotel (the Echo Mountain House) at the top of the mountain and you could get there by rail. Now, no dice. It's a climb to the top, but well worth the views and a look at the ruins. I put the photos on Flickr, if anyone cares to &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/beckytucker/sets/72157625723117537/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;have a look&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-5901026132912275715?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/5901026132912275715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=5901026132912275715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5901026132912275715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5901026132912275715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/01/echo-mountain.html' title='Echo Mountain'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-1838211666443721730</id><published>2011-01-12T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:32:22.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Things I'm Loving Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Trader Joe's dark chocolate peanut butter cups:&lt;/span&gt; Someone brought these to a meeting today. I have never actually smoked crack, but I imagine that it might be something like eating these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-The weather:&lt;/span&gt; After two solid weeks of rain, the sun is out and the highs are in the mid-70s. It's glorious. Maybe Southern California isn't so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Our new bed:&lt;/span&gt; We bought a new mattress with our Christmas money this year. It's so fluffy! It's causing a lot of impromptu sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Inderal:&lt;/span&gt; It's the drug I'm taking for migraines and it's amazing. I haven't had a migraine in almost two months. I had an appointment with my neurologist today and he was pleased with my progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-1838211666443721730?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/1838211666443721730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=1838211666443721730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/1838211666443721730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/1838211666443721730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/01/things-im-loving-today.html' title='Things I&apos;m Loving Today'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-6274576905287214089</id><published>2011-01-11T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:32:24.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Fun Stuff Lately</title><content type='html'>I feel like the holidays really only ended yesterday for me. Since we got back from Christmas, my sister came out to visit for a few days and we drove out to Palm Desert to visit my dad and stepmother. Now I'm finally back to "real" life. (Note, adorable pictures of my sister's visit available on &lt;a href="http://jubelog.blogspot.com/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Palm Desert, we visited the &lt;a href="http://www.pstramway.com/"&gt;Palm Springs Aerial Tramway&lt;/a&gt;, the "World's Largest Rotating Tramcar." It's essentially a giant gondola that sweeps you 6,000 feet up the side of a mountain. It's not for the faint of heart. It moves quickly and it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;steep&lt;/span&gt;. It was a beautiful view. You could see the vegetation change as a function of elevation. The striations in the rock made even sheer cliffs look like works of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top of the tramway is Mt. San Jacinto state park, which has trails and campsites galore, for those people brave enough to leave the visitor's building. (It was cold and snowy up there.) I'm not much of a winter camper, but I can see how it would be lovely and cool during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to a large street fair and had a delicious dinner while in Palm Desert. (Thanks parents!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now we are back. Classes started last week and Brad has a potential job opportunity that we are anxiously awaiting. Real life, indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-6274576905287214089?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/6274576905287214089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=6274576905287214089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/6274576905287214089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/6274576905287214089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/01/fun-stuff-lately.html' title='Fun Stuff Lately'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-8337357704199878992</id><published>2011-01-02T21:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:32:27.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Rose Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of us at the Rose Parade, plus my two favorite floats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LROdfJGW1Ro/TSFhLK2o0xI/AAAAAAAACaQ/iQiByGwZMcE/s1600/IMG_5200.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LROdfJGW1Ro/TSFhKhfx54I/AAAAAAAACaI/GVvL0LQChdg/s1600/IMG_5192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LROdfJGW1Ro/TSFhKhfx54I/AAAAAAAACaI/GVvL0LQChdg/s400/IMG_5192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557830248570152834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LROdfJGW1Ro/TSFhKTBt9wI/AAAAAAAACaA/FX2KfcWVEI4/s1600/IMG_5129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LROdfJGW1Ro/TSFhKTBt9wI/AAAAAAAACaA/FX2KfcWVEI4/s400/IMG_5129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557830244685969154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LROdfJGW1Ro/TSFhJ_3Ut7I/AAAAAAAACZ4/RbenNEy0x5k/s1600/IMG_5125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LROdfJGW1Ro/TSFhJ_3Ut7I/AAAAAAAACZ4/RbenNEy0x5k/s400/IMG_5125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557830239542097842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-8337357704199878992?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/8337357704199878992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=8337357704199878992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/8337357704199878992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/8337357704199878992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/01/rose-parade.html' title='Rose Parade'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LROdfJGW1Ro/TSFhKhfx54I/AAAAAAAACaI/GVvL0LQChdg/s72-c/IMG_5192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158000537418700047.post-5689477708828779701</id><published>2011-01-02T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:32:29.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Holiday Recap</title><content type='html'>I realize it's been ages since I posted. Let me explain. No. There is too much. Let me sum up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We visited Dad and Laurel for a long weekend in mid-December, thanks to a last minute airfare deal. We had an early Christmas and I got to go to the Christmas dinner at church. Not only that, but it was cold and snowy, which is way fun when you're only there for a few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we decided to squeeze in one last run before the holidays, so I worked for seven straight days before I left for my holiday break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Mom and Greg's for the week of Christmas, which was peaceful and wonderful. I got lots of Mom time as well as more cookies than I should ever eat in a week. We also saw two movies and went to the dog park to watch Bear frolic. And we hit the after Christmas sales like it was our job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got home in time to celebrate the New Year with Brad's family. They came up to Pasadena to camp out at our place the night before the Rose Parade. Brad's dad had grandstand tickets, so we got to see the parade in relative comfort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although start class again tomorrow, my sister is in town for a few days later this week, so it feels like the holidays aren't really over yet. I'm really really looking forward to her visit. We haven't had much sister time in the past few years, due to the fact that we live 3000 miles apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every Christmas I'm astounded by the generosity of my family and this year was no different. They are generous with their time and money, but most importantly they are generous in spirit. I don't think I can express how much I value their kindness and love and patience and goodness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158000537418700047-5689477708828779701?l=quirkyquarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/feeds/5689477708828779701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158000537418700047&amp;postID=5689477708828779701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5689477708828779701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158000537418700047/posts/default/5689477708828779701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyquarks.blogspot.com/2011/01/holiday-recap.html' title='Holiday Recap'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842385952467958087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
