<?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-5138041359634801157</id><updated>2011-09-22T07:25:52.445-04:00</updated><category term='Chocolate'/><category term='Red Hook'/><category term='MoMA'/><category term='Wilco'/><category term='Williamsburg'/><category term='Whiskeytown'/><category term='Handsome Furs'/><category term='Restaurant'/><category term='Modest Mouse'/><category term='Beer'/><category term='font'/><category term='Algebra'/><category term='Hot Bartenders'/><category term='Dirty Projectors'/><category term='DUMBO'/><category term='The Cure'/><category term='typography'/><category term='McCarren Park'/><category term='White Williams'/><category term='South Street Seaport'/><category term='Sun Kil Moon'/><category term='The Watson Twins'/><category term='design'/><category term='Recipe'/><category term='Ryan Adams'/><category term='Gotham'/><category term='Barack Obama'/><category term='New Pornographers'/><category term='Captains that sing'/><category term='Bakery'/><category term='dear dahlia'/><title type='text'>Charm School Graduate</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>susan elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12005585906473811825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-6607227524374468760</id><published>2008-12-30T12:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:15:15.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And We're Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dear Reader(s),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It has been far too long since I last graced you with a bit of nothingness by way of the Charm School Graduate Blog. So here, I reinstate my role as a 'blogger' with hopes and resolutions of being a bit more consistent with the updates in the New Year. Before we address 2009, however, I'm closing out 2008 with my Top Ten Albums. These lists have been circulating for weeks now. There is nothing special or out of the ordinary with my own. But for me, few things in the world can take me back to such a specific time or place than a specific song. Without question, when I hear any of these albums listed below in 5 days, weeks or years, they will undoubtedly evoke some sort of memory (good or bad) from 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10. Grand Archives: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Grand Archives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Led by former Band of Horses guitarist, Mat Broooke, this album is light and simple. It lies somewhere where folk meets pop. But you know, not in a pop-ish way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The one track I listened to 200+ times: Sleepdriving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;9. The Dutchess &amp;amp; The Duke: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She's the Dutchess, He's the Duke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; This album is as bare bones as it gets. It's short and sweet. It's a guy-girl duo who produced an album with not much other than two acoustic guitars and their voices. There are heavy influences from both The Stones and Dylan. It sounds like simple 60s Rock and Roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The one track I listened to 200+ times: Out of Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);  font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8. She &amp;amp; Him: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Volume One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, it seems that 2008 was the year for guy-girl duos. Zooey Deschanel and M. Ward teamed up to put out this dreamy little 60s Pop Album, with a whole lot of Country Twang on the side. From song to song, I think the album is a little disjointed, but individually, each track is truly a standout gem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Two-way tie for the track(s) I listened to 200+ times: Sentimental Heart + Change is Hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);  font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7. Death Cab for Cutie: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Narrow Stairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Before Matt Berninger and before Justin Vernon, my heart belonged—wholeheartedly—to Ben Gibbard. But over time, I got over it, moved on, and found other musical/romantic interests. All of my old Death Cab albums began to collect dust in the deep dark corners of my i-pod. I didn't get hyped up when this came out, in fact, it was several months after the release that I even sampled a song or two. But like a moth to a flame, I could not stay away. There is nothing remarkable or earth-shattering about this album—nothing that really makes it stand out from their earlier works. After a couple samplings though, it felt comfortable, like home. Like that one ex-boyfriend's number you refuse to delete from your phone, I just can't seem to quit you, Ben Gibbard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The one track I listened to 200+ times: Grapevine Fires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);  font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6. Handsome Furs: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Plague Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Led by Wolf Parade's frontman, Dan Boeckner, I think this album blew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;At Mount Zoomer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; out of the water. It's filled with somewhat heavy, driving, even primal beats...somehow elegantly juxtaposed against mechanical/techy rhythms. This album was a sleeper for me. I didn't love it at first, but over time, found myself singing along to every word, and picking up on every nuance. Now, I love it, and it was a struggle to have to place it so low on this list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The one track I listened to 200+ times: Sing! Captain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);  font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. The Helio Sequence: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Keep Your Eyes Ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Four years after their last release, the Oregon based duo released this album at the beginning of '08. I'd heard bits and pieces of it from different people throughout the first half of the year, then finally bought it in its entirety this summer. It's safe to say that this album became the anthem of my August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The one track I listened to 200+ times: Back to This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);  font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. M83:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Saturdays = Youth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This album is amazing. It's not that kind of "I feel like hearing Track 3 from that M83 album" sort of a deal. This is one you have to play beginning to end...and it's worth every minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I would be contradicting myself if I listed one track that got more play than the rest, but if I had to choose one, it would undoubtedly be: Kim &amp;amp; Jessie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);  font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. Fleet Foxes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ragged Wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Another sleeper, it took a while for me to warm up to this album. But once I turned the corner from "like" to "love", there was no turning back. While I don't generally consider the i-Tunes reviews as my written code, I think they nailed it when they said, "Fleet Foxes feel like a ray of winter sun falling on the sofa on a Sunday afternoon. You want to curl up in it for a while, and shut everything else out."  No doubt, I've done my fair share of just that, so I'd like to take this opportunity to apologize to my upstairs neighbor, for having to involuntarily listen to this album over and over and over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The one track I listened to 200+ times: Mykonos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Little Joy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Little Joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This came out of nowhere and blew me away. Well, it didn't come out of nowhere, exactly. It's a little side project of Fabrizio Moretti, and it is gold. You can definitely pick up some Strokes-like undertones, but not in a sellout kind of way. It's a darling, vintage-y, bossa nova-y, tryst. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; little musical tryst. Or maybe it just makes you want to have a tryst. Or a mojito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The one track I listened to 200+ times: Brand New Start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);  font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Bon Iver: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For Emma Forever Ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This album has been reviewed to death, and there's nothing I could possibly add to or take away from the countless commentaries. All I'll say is that with all of the music I listened to throughout the year, this is the one album I found myself consistently coming back to. Day or night. Winter or Summer. Hot or Cold. Happy or Sad. In love or in hate. Perhaps Bon Iver's moniker would more aptly named: Bon Anée.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Two-way tie for the track(s) I listened to 200+ times: Skinny Love + For Emma&lt;/span&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/5138041359634801157-6607227524374468760?l=charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/6607227524374468760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138041359634801157&amp;postID=6607227524374468760' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/6607227524374468760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/6607227524374468760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-were-back.html' title='And We&apos;re Back'/><author><name>susan elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12005585906473811825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-2081579846085701853</id><published>2008-11-05T10:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:12:13.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning America</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the wake of a sensational evening, I received an e-mail this morning from a friend London.  I believe his words offer a wonderful global perspective:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subject:&lt;/span&gt; Good Morning America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Body:&lt;/span&gt; Congratulations to you all on making the right choice, we the rest of the world applaud you and wish you the best of times ahead. The American dream lives on and we look forward to our lives being a little less monkeyish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Enough said.&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/5138041359634801157-2081579846085701853?l=charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/2081579846085701853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138041359634801157&amp;postID=2081579846085701853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/2081579846085701853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/2081579846085701853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-morning-america.html' title='Good Morning America'/><author><name>susan elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12005585906473811825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-1813799982579391444</id><published>2008-10-21T14:29:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T09:47:48.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As The Night Settles Down,She'll Meet A Lot of Clever Clowns</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=c237mdh04_r" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" target="_blank" href="http://boomp3.com/listen/c237mdh04_r/love-that-girl"&gt;Boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;M is for Monday is for Mp3 (Late Edition)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A late edition Mp3 for you, Dear Reader.  This is a cut from the Raphael Saadiq album, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Way I See It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, that dropped in September.  Some of you may remember Raphael Saadiq from the early 90s R&amp;amp;B Dance Sensation: Tony! Toni! Tone!.  Well, let me assure you he's come a long way from the days of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I Had No Loot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Drawing from a pure Motown influence, this song is terrific.  The kind of song that makes you want to turn it up real loud, and start dancing the Mashed Potato in your apartment by yourself, until you look out your window and notice your neighbors across the way staring and laughing at you.  Not that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; know anyone who would be silly enough to do anything like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(For whatever reason, this Mp3 takes a long time to load on this page.  Be patient, it's worth it.)&lt;/span&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/5138041359634801157-1813799982579391444?l=charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/1813799982579391444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138041359634801157&amp;postID=1813799982579391444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/1813799982579391444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/1813799982579391444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-night-settles-down-shell-meet-lot-of.html' title='As The Night Settles Down,&lt;br&gt;She&apos;ll Meet A Lot of Clever Clowns'/><author><name>susan elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12005585906473811825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-8993545975356681465</id><published>2008-10-17T09:55:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:01:53.460-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Bartenders'/><title type='text'>Farewell Statler, Farewell Waldorf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Friday is for Favorite Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SPiaNtV3cFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IptJlkrzD7A/s1600-h/statler_waldorf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SPiaNtV3cFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IptJlkrzD7A/s320/statler_waldorf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258122125255340114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;There are some big changes afoot for the Charm School Graduate. After 6+ years of clicking and dragging my way through the passages of Penguin, one week from today, I will pack up my pixels and move on. I am extremely thrilled to be starting a new chapter, but I am extremely saddened that so many parts of my daily routine are going to change.  I could not possibly begin to list all of the things that I'm going to miss, so instead, today I give a shout out to my Worst Best Fans; Statler and Waldorf. Many of you may remember Statler and Waldorf as the crotchety old men who always delivered those classic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;zingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; during The Muppet Show.  "Statler and Waldorf" also happens to be the name I have given to two imbeciles who make daily visits to my office. These visits are generally brief, and generally only serve one purpose: to mock me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Topics of Aforementioned Mockery Have Included&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(but are not limited to):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;• This blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;• My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;brief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; mention of a good looking bartender in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/08/michel-icious.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; post on this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;• My [alleged] promiscuity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;• My [alleged] illegitimate child(ren). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;• My [alleged] employment at a local strip club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;• My love of the bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;• This blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;• The act of blogging on this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;• My [alleged] act of blogging after hitting the bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Over time, I have grown immune to this mockery. I am not offended, as I know that Statler and Waldorf do this out of love. (Whether they admit it or not.)  And in the end, I'm going to miss these knuckle-heads coming into my office in all of their raunchy glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As I think about it though, I guess it's kind of weird that I began to liken these two coworkers to The Muppet Show's Statler and Waldorf . . . When I was growing up, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I always thought Statler and Waldorf were a gay couple. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ZING...bitches! I win! I win!&lt;/span&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/5138041359634801157-8993545975356681465?l=charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/8993545975356681465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138041359634801157&amp;postID=8993545975356681465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/8993545975356681465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/8993545975356681465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/10/farewell-statler-farewell-waldorf.html' title='Farewell Statler, Farewell Waldorf'/><author><name>susan elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12005585906473811825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SPiaNtV3cFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IptJlkrzD7A/s72-c/statler_waldorf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-6963678186393406981</id><published>2008-10-13T09:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:20:00.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Could've Tried for More,Could've Settled Up For Less</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=c1v9y7atd_2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" target="_blank" href="http://boomp3.com/listen/c1v9y7atd_2/back-to-this"&gt;Boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;M is for Monday is for Mp3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A little somethin' from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.subpop.com/artists/the_helio_sequence"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Helio Sequence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.  Today, I think this is enough said.&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/5138041359634801157-6963678186393406981?l=charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/6963678186393406981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138041359634801157&amp;postID=6963678186393406981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/6963678186393406981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/6963678186393406981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/10/couldve-tried-for-more-couldve-settled.html' title='Could&apos;ve Tried for More,&lt;br&gt;Could&apos;ve Settled Up For Less'/><author><name>susan elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12005585906473811825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-472787053262793373</id><published>2008-10-06T15:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:44:26.249-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sun Kil Moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modest Mouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Algebra'/><title type='text'>Do They Really Feel Anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=c1mq2g1of_q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" target="_blank" href="http://boomp3.com/listen/c1mq2g1of_q/never-ending-math-equation-mm"&gt;Boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=c1mq1umfs_h" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" target="_blank" href="http://boomp3.com/listen/c1mq1umfs_h/never-ending-math-equation-skm"&gt;Boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;M is for Monday is for Mp3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today we have a Compare and Contrast Mp3 Post. Oh my! As indicated once &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-run-away-with-you_11.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, I tend to appreciate cover songs that are a big enough departure from the original, so that they are completely different interpretation of the same [technical] song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Modest Mouse unleashed the tune &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never Ending Math Equation&lt;/span&gt; on the Building Something Out of Nothing album in 1999. Six years later, Sun Kil Moon released an album, Tiny Cities, that is a compilation of Modest Mouse covers.  One review of the Sun Kil Moon cover album stated: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is what Modest Mouse would sound like if they were a Christian Rock band&lt;/span&gt;. Which is kind of hysterical, and kind of dead-on accurate. Take your pick, Dear Reader, they're both pretty terrific.&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/5138041359634801157-472787053262793373?l=charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/472787053262793373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138041359634801157&amp;postID=472787053262793373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/472787053262793373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/472787053262793373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-they-really-feel-anything.html' title='Do They Really Feel Anything'/><author><name>susan elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12005585906473811825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-1124972940066347289</id><published>2008-10-03T10:32:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:37:58.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice Makes Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Friday is for Favorite Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Practice makes perfect, Dear Reader&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;lick to begin warming up your trigger finger:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#" style="text-decoration:none; border:none; -moz-outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3002/2905956608_4ba517ed5e.jpg" border="0" width="450" height="222" onclick="this.src=(this.src=='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3002/2905956608_4ba517ed5e.jpg')?'http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3231/2905109851_b562bc04c7.jpg':'http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3002/2905956608_4ba517ed5e.jpg';"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138041359634801157-1124972940066347289?l=charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/1124972940066347289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138041359634801157&amp;postID=1124972940066347289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/1124972940066347289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/1124972940066347289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/10/practice-makes-perfect_03.html' title='Practice Makes Perfect'/><author><name>susan elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12005585906473811825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3002/2905956608_4ba517ed5e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-2969192702603079823</id><published>2008-09-29T09:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:05:08.782-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handsome Furs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Captains that sing'/><title type='text'>He Holds You Closely Inside These Walls</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=c185w64rb_x" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" target="_blank" href="http://boomp3.com/listen/c185w64rb_x/sing-captain"&gt;Boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;M is for Monday is for Mp3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hold on to your hat, Dear Reader!  For today, I present you with, an indie rock tune from &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;gasp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&gt; a Canadian band. The band: Handsome Furs—one of the 230949802934802394 offshoots of Wolf Parade. The album is titled Plague Park, and it was a real creeper for me. It took several rotations before I truly began to 'like' the album, and several more before I could begin to pick up on the subtleties and nuance that led me to actually recognize and appreciate individual songs. Check it.&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/5138041359634801157-2969192702603079823?l=charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/2969192702603079823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138041359634801157&amp;postID=2969192702603079823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/2969192702603079823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/2969192702603079823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/09/he-holds-you-closely-inside-these-walls.html' title='He Holds You Closely Inside These Walls'/><author><name>susan elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12005585906473811825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-2416298622258501086</id><published>2008-09-26T11:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:20:31.612-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear dahlia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MoMA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>A Cabinet of Curiosities Indeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday is for Favorite Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A few weeks ago, I found myself in midtown with a few extra minutes of time on my hands. As I stood on 53rd Street, facing east, those big chunky letters, turned vertically, reading: MoMA were staring me down. I'd been wanting to make my way to the Dalí exhibit for quite a while now, and well, I never scoff at the idea of a glass of prosecco at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.momacafes.com/c2/c2.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cafe 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;While making my way up to Dalí on Floor 6, I was sidetracked by a dark, quiet little corner gallery. The walls were painted dark grey, the ceiling was low, and the gallery was lit up by nothing but a few strips of track lighting.  I had stumbled upon the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://moma.org/exhibitions/2008/wunderkammer/flashsite/index.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Wunderkammer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; exhibit. I was immediately drawn to the gorgeous logo for the exhibit painted on the wall:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SNFwoCg3WzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jW8rAK2t8yI/s1600-h/wunderkammer_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SNFwoCg3WzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jW8rAK2t8yI/s400/wunderkammer_logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247098874035133234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Wunderkammer is a German word literally meaning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;cabinet of wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. It is defined as "a place where a collection of curiosities is exhibited." This exhibit is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wonder&lt;/span&gt;ful! The art varies in medium from pen and ink sketches to cut out collages. Little intricate paintings and sculptures. They all offer tiny bits of imagination, ideas and brainstorms. The entire collection somehow seemed like organized chaos—like you're in the strategically cluttered office of an old professor . . . or maybe Edward Scissorhands.  This is turning out to be more difficult to describe than I thought. Perhaps, Dear Reader, you should take your own curiosities to this Cabinet of Wonder and see for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;On a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;somewhat related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; side note, I can't help but wonder if I was drawn to the Wunderkammer logo because it reminded me of another logo that I happen to hold quite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deardahlia.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SNFxev3mlyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ygKGpbCkbJc/s1600-h/DEAR+DAHLIA_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SNFxev3mlyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ygKGpbCkbJc/s400/DEAR+DAHLIA_logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247099813923034914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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/5138041359634801157-2416298622258501086?l=charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/2416298622258501086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138041359634801157&amp;postID=2416298622258501086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/2416298622258501086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/2416298622258501086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/09/cabinet-of-curiosities-indeed.html' title='A Cabinet of Curiosities Indeed'/><author><name>susan elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12005585906473811825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SNFwoCg3WzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jW8rAK2t8yI/s72-c/wunderkammer_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-8861723547472542404</id><published>2008-09-22T15:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:53:27.785-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Pornographers'/><title type='text'>All the Old Showstoppers</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=c17a33vmi_s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" target="_blank" href="http://boomp3.com/listen/c17a33vmi_s/02-all-the-old-showstoppers"&gt;Boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;M is for Monday is for Mp3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;No frills or backstories on this song today, Dear Listener(s).  This is just a good old fashioned jam from the New Pornographers.  I guess it feels like a good Autumnal Bar Tune, to me.  That must mean it's time to bust out the tall boots, the scarves and the pumpkin ale.  I'm so ready. Bring it. &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/5138041359634801157-8861723547472542404?l=charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/8861723547472542404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138041359634801157&amp;postID=8861723547472542404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/8861723547472542404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/8861723547472542404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-old-showstoppers.html' title='All the Old Showstoppers'/><author><name>susan elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12005585906473811825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-7063512366112118815</id><published>2008-09-17T10:21:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:42:43.346-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Williamsburg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restaurant'/><title type='text'>Come for the Tea, Stay for Everything Else</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday: What I've Been Eating, Drinking, Craving, Etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SNEbkaitgOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qmjL6dBHkr0/s1600-h/roebling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SNEbkaitgOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qmjL6dBHkr0/s320/roebling.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247005353277489378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Charm School Graduate has spent five of the last seven nights dining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; for dinner.  At this point, I can calculate a tip and divide the total bill by 3, 4, or 7 in the blink of an eye.  I can indicate to the wait staff that I prefer tap over bottled water &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; the blink of an eye. I've sampled fried green tomatoes, truffled mac-n-cheese, summer succotash, and a myriad of meats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The one dining experience that has stood above the rest, was the dinner I took at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nymag.com/listings/restaurant/roebling-tea-room/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Roebling Tea Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; last Friday night. Situated on the corner of Roebling and Metropolitan in Williamsburg, this unassuming brick warehouse does nothing to draw the average pedestrian in. That's the wonder of the place. Once you do climb the steps, you're transported to this big open space that somehow feels old-fashioned and remarkably cozy. Dim lighting, tons of candles, vintage wallpaper, and cozy chairs back near the bar. The menus are designed to look like they were just churned out of a turn-of-the-century typewriter, and even the shape of the water glasses have a quirky charm. Enough about the details, if that's not enough to get you in the door, the food certainly should be. The menu is modest in size, though clever. There were plenty of options for my large dining party to indulge in. I think I  managed to stick my fork in two different cuts of steak, beet salad, mussels with fresh corn, sauteed greens and bacon wrapped figs.  And this was just what was going on at my end of the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;No doubt, this is a terrific date spot, but certainly doesn't need to be limited to that.  Grab a friend, a parent, a secret lover, or a perfect stranger and check it for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yours in Food,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;CSG&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/5138041359634801157-7063512366112118815?l=charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/7063512366112118815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138041359634801157&amp;postID=7063512366112118815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/7063512366112118815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/7063512366112118815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/09/come-for-tea-stay-for-everything-else.html' title='Come for the Tea, Stay for Everything Else'/><author><name>susan elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12005585906473811825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SNEbkaitgOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qmjL6dBHkr0/s72-c/roebling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-3622840483993031097</id><published>2008-09-15T11:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:43:03.131-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whiskeytown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan Adams'/><title type='text'>The Envelope Folds Smelledof Her Ancient Perfume</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=bzwwy8mmb_p" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" target="_blank" href="http://boomp3.com/listen/bzwwy8mmb_p/houses-on-the-hill"&gt;Boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyMTQ5MDcyNjczOCZwdD*xMjIxNDkwNzY2NjQ4JnA9NzA3NTEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZ*PSZvPTA2ODMwNjNjZDRlMTQ*N2I5YzJlNzgyYTg2MTljZTAz.gif" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;M is for Monday is for Mp3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Today, Dear Reader, I share with you an old Ryan Adams tune from deep in the archives. Before Parker Posey, before "New York, New York", before rehab, and before the notoriety of being . . . umm . . . not so pleasant on stage, there was: Whiskeytown.  Whiskeytown was Ryan Adams's last band before going solo.  They released three albums in the late nineties into 2001.  While a number of the band members changed from album to album, I think this is probably RA's most consistent work. In this song, he tells such a vivid story with just a handful of poignant lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SM6EhcHCRHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aDOReUnRWOU/s1600-h/Ryan_Adams_awards_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SM6EhcHCRHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aDOReUnRWOU/s320/Ryan_Adams_awards_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246276325949457522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is my all-time favorite photo of Ryan Adams. It just seems like he belongs in this room. And this is exactly what I picture that inside of the "House on the Hill" looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-size:13px;"&gt;Photo taken by: &lt;a href="http://www.chrisbuck.com/Default.aspx?MenuItemID=47"&gt;Chris Buck&lt;/a&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/5138041359634801157-3622840483993031097?l=charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/3622840483993031097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138041359634801157&amp;postID=3622840483993031097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/3622840483993031097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/3622840483993031097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/09/envelope-folds-smelled-of-her-ancient.html' title='The Envelope Folds Smelled&lt;br&gt;of Her Ancient Perfume'/><author><name>susan elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12005585906473811825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SM6EhcHCRHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aDOReUnRWOU/s72-c/Ryan_Adams_awards_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-1840025429190284648</id><published>2008-09-08T14:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T14:41:42.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ran Through'em All But I'm Just Not Sure</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=c0rsxmfc4_i" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" target="_blank" href="http://boomp3.com/listen/c0rsxmfc4_i/good-love"&gt;Boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyMDg5ODMyNTI3NSZwdD*xMjIwODk4MzM5OTIxJnA9NzA3NTEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZ*PSZvPTA2ODMwNjNjZDRlMTQ*N2I5YzJlNzgyYTg2MTljZTAz.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;M is for Monday is for Mp3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;An &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;avid&lt;/span&gt; Charm School Graduate reader once suggested that I devote this blog entirely to hip-hop. If I were to do that, I think I'd run out of material by next week—at the latest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;So, while I'm not making a full-fledged Hip-Hop Commitment here, today I share with you a song that I have probably listened to over 500 times in the last 3-4 months.  This is not an exaggeration.  Do the math: That's like, listening to it three or four times a day, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt;, since late May.  But that's just how good this tune is.  It's from the Sheek Louch album, Silverback Gorilla, which came out in March of this year. I don't know much about him except that evidently, he's pretty hard core—meaning this song is a huge departure from his regular style. I'm yet to come across a stellar review of the album, and frankly, that doesn't matter to me.  Sellout(ish) as it may be to only give an album attention for one song, I ask you to sit back with me, Dear Reader, and dig this for what it is: Perfection.&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/5138041359634801157-1840025429190284648?l=charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/1840025429190284648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138041359634801157&amp;postID=1840025429190284648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/1840025429190284648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/1840025429190284648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/09/ran-throughem-all-but-im-just-not-sure.html' title='Ran Through&apos;em All But I&apos;m Just Not Sure'/><author><name>susan elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12005585906473811825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-1682740689079686219</id><published>2008-09-02T10:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:23:17.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because You Lose,  Don't Mean That I Have Won</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=c0kzhnr51_b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" target="_blank" href="http://boomp3.com/listen/c0kzhnr51_b/strangers"&gt;Boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyMDM2NDA1MDc*NSZwdD*xMjIwMzY*MDgxNDM4JnA9NzA3NTEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T is for Tuesday is for Mp3? (Late Edition)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It is no secret that when the Charm School Graduate adopts a new band as her "favorite" that she exhausts the album tirelessly. This week's "favorite" band is a guy/girl duo, aptly named: &lt;a href="http://hardlyart.com/dutchess_duke.html"&gt;The Dutchess and The Duke&lt;/a&gt;. They gained a lot of exposure whilst on tour with the Fleet Foxes this spring. Over the weekend they played at Mercury Lounge then Union Hall.  Unfortunately, enjoying a myriad of grilled meats and cold libations al fresco impeded me from making it to either of the shows, which is too bad—I get the sense that this is one of those bands that is 10 times better live.  If their album (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She's the Dutchess, He's the Duke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;) continues to pick up speed and acclaim, no doubt they'll be back in town . . . and I will definitely get in line to see'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138041359634801157-1682740689079686219?l=charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/1682740689079686219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138041359634801157&amp;postID=1682740689079686219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/1682740689079686219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/1682740689079686219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-because-you-lose-dont-mean-that-i.html' title='Just Because You Lose, &lt;br&gt; Don&apos;t Mean That I Have Won'/><author><name>susan elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12005585906473811825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-5592949999326559590</id><published>2008-08-28T11:43:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T12:53:31.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Friday is for Favorite Things: Top Ten Edition!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well Dear Reader(s), here we are on the threshold of Labor Day Weekend. Summer has come to an end. The weather today is chilly and cloudy, but my spirits are not! This was an awesome, awesome summer. So for today's Favorite Things, I share with you my Top 10 Memories From Summer '08.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(Note: I couldn't possibly rank some of these over others, so I'm listing them as they happened chronologically. Everyone knows that for me, under different circumstances, The National would obviously rank far higher than #8.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. Memorial Day Weekend Summer Kick-Off Natalie's Birthday BBQ on the Clinton Street Historical District Rooftop.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ummm . . . Cheddar Horseradish Stuffed Burgers, anyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Photo courtesy of Tootsdawg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SLgnoTwe7PI/AAAAAAAAADg/ayWLTrOT9pk/s1600-h/rooftop+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SLgnoTwe7PI/AAAAAAAAADg/ayWLTrOT9pk/s320/rooftop+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239981739897449714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. The mid-July Impromptu Fireworks Show on the pier in DUMBO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. Sitting on my stoop, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-delis-out-of-stella-settle-for.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Little Jackie Style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, drinking beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. Aimless bike rides to Fairway for lobster rolls on the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5. Sitting on the beach in Lavallette with a book in one hand, and a Coor's Light (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;canned water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;) in the other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Thanks again, Tootsdawg:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SLgnMvNGXaI/AAAAAAAAADY/mabVWpFYmv4/s1600-h/beach+beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SLgnMvNGXaI/AAAAAAAAADY/mabVWpFYmv4/s320/beach+beer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239981266228895138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6. The Friday afternoon at Red Hook Pool, that turned into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; drink at B61.  That turned into three more.  That turned into a trip to Moonshine.  That turned into a bike ride to Sunny's. That ended at 3 in the morning. In a bathing suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;7. Jamie Lidell in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brooklynvegan.com/archives/2008/08/jamie_lidell_lo.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;hotpants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; at Summerstage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8. Matt Berninger for being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brooklynvegan.com/archives/2008/08/v_central_park.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Matt Berninger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; at Summerstage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9. The South Street Seaport &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/08/v-v-v-v_18.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;10. Sunday Best at The Yard. This is the most surreal and serene music venue I've ever been to. Sitting on a folding chair, in a dusty gravel lot overgrown with weeds, overlooking the Gowanus Canal. What? Awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SLgoNnmiGKI/AAAAAAAAADo/S8UaYC35sm0/s1600-h/theyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SLgoNnmiGKI/AAAAAAAAADo/S8UaYC35sm0/s320/theyard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239982380879583394" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5138041359634801157-5592949999326559590?l=charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/5592949999326559590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138041359634801157&amp;postID=5592949999326559590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/5592949999326559590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/5592949999326559590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/08/friday-is-for-favorite-things-top-ten.html' title=''/><author><name>susan elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12005585906473811825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SLgnoTwe7PI/AAAAAAAAADg/ayWLTrOT9pk/s72-c/rooftop+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-6696291005475520203</id><published>2008-08-26T10:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:21:36.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentle Reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the wake of the kick off of the DNC last night, I'm posting a gentle reminder to make sure you are registered to vote come November! While the policies vary from state to state, many states require that you submit your registration form 30 days prior to the elections.  (For you New York State Readers, registration forms need to be postmarked no later than October 10.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A super easy and super fast way to register is through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rockthevote.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rock the Vote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. You'll fill out an automated form, print it, and mail it.  Hell, if you don't have a stamp, come find me  . . . I'll personally donate one to your (our) cause.&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/5138041359634801157-6696291005475520203?l=charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/6696291005475520203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138041359634801157&amp;postID=6696291005475520203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/6696291005475520203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/6696291005475520203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/08/gentle-reminder.html' title='Gentle Reminder'/><author><name>susan elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12005585906473811825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-6266332774897993317</id><published>2008-08-25T09:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:41:33.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If the Deli's Out of Stella, Settle for Corona</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=c0c58jnse_o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" target="_blank" href="http://boomp3.com/listen/c0c58jnse_o/the-stoop"&gt;Boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIxOTY3MTI3OTcxOCZwdD*xMjE5NjcxMjk*NjE4JnA9NzA3NTEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M is for Monday is for Mp3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This morning I post on the Unofficial Last Monday of the Summer. What better way to wrap it up than with a song that, to me, is the epitome of Summer 08?  While it wasn't the tune playing in every bar, taxi, and deli . . . it probably should have been.  In fact, Neighbor J (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who introduced the song to me&lt;/span&gt; ), even lobbied a local radio station to make it the No. 1 tune of Summer '08.  Unfortunately, due to some politics with Little Jackie's record label not releasing this song as a single, the dream was lost . . . but not forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;I actually got to see her perform this song live at Summer Stage in Central Park.  It was, without question, the hi-lite of her very short set. So friends, without further hesitation, go ahead and check it out. No doubt, it's a little bubble-gum(ish), but it's just so damn catchy.&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/5138041359634801157-6266332774897993317?l=charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/6266332774897993317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138041359634801157&amp;postID=6266332774897993317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/6266332774897993317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/6266332774897993317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-delis-out-of-stella-settle-for.html' title='If the Deli&apos;s Out of Stella, Settle for Corona'/><author><name>susan elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12005585906473811825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-5510312509822634871</id><published>2008-08-22T11:00:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:57:50.905-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Hook'/><title type='text'>Be True to Your Pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Friday is for Favorite Things + Bonus Edition Mp3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot begin to hi-lite all of the great memories I'll be taking from this summer. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;More on this next Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;) But no doubt, one of my Favorite Things of Summer 08 has been taking advantage of the Red Hook Pool.  This place is a JAM! Adjacent to to the famous Red Hook Ball Fields, and tucked just behind the housing projects, it is a complete oasis. The pool deck is bare bones, and it is commonly known that the rules here are more strictly enforced than any other pool in the city, but the experience is awesome. The area is huge, and never crowded. And once you find your little patch of pool deck to settle on, if you lay down on your back at just the right angle, all you can see is sky and treetops—nary a building, crane, scaffolding, or water tower in sight. It's like you're not even near the city. As if the setting alone wasn't enough, for me, the best part of the pool is the staff.  There's a PA system that is run out of an office in the main building.  Throughout the course of the day, the staff will get on the loudspeaker and give shout outs, sing songs or tell jokes. It's kind of ridiculous and kind of awesome—particularly because you can't see where this ubiquitous voice is coming from.  Last Saturday, a member of the staff, Big Dog, was playing songs into the PA, and below was one of his hits. So there we sat, taking in the sun, feeling the breeze . . . and rocking out. To the Manhattans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=c08wqg1i1_r" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none; " target="_blank" href="http://boomp3.com/listen/c08wqg1i1_r/shining-star"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Boomp3.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIxOTQxOTM5MzU*NyZwdD*xMjE5NDE5NDA5OTE1JnA9NzA3NTEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This place is unquestionably one of my favorite spots in Brooklyn. But hey, don't take this on my word alone.  Even Bloomberg digs the Red Hook Pool:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SK7dZNPQ6II/AAAAAAAAAC4/E5lUDtCFZ0E/s1600-h/red+hook+pool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SK7dZNPQ6II/AAAAAAAAAC4/E5lUDtCFZ0E/s400/red+hook+pool.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237366841798617218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5138041359634801157-5510312509822634871?l=charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/5510312509822634871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138041359634801157&amp;postID=5510312509822634871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/5510312509822634871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/5510312509822634871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/08/be-true-to-your-pool.html' title='Be True to Your Pool'/><author><name>susan elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12005585906473811825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SK7dZNPQ6II/AAAAAAAAAC4/E5lUDtCFZ0E/s72-c/red+hook+pool.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-5601834314098452640</id><published>2008-08-20T12:43:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:43:31.779-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bakery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restaurant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Hook'/><title type='text'>Getting Baked Without  Having to Call Your Dealer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Wednesday: What I've Been Eating, Drinking, Craving, Etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SKxPHbh2ksI/AAAAAAAAACg/mPLya_yJbhU/s1600-h/baked.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SKxPHbh2ksI/AAAAAAAAACg/mPLya_yJbhU/s400/baked.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236647455792468674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This summer has been choc full of splendid bike ride adventures through Red Hook. The conclusion of this past Saturday's adventure, however, has taken the cake. Taken the cake both literally and metaphorically, that is. After reading about it, hearing about it, and cruising by it, I finally made my way across the threshold of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bakednyc.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Baked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I could sit here and attempt to review it, but really, there's no need. The place rocks. The atmosphere is chill. The staff is friendly. And the sweets . . . oh God . . . the sweets. Get on your feet, your bike, your roommate's bike, your Vespa, the IKEA Shuttle, whatever . . . and check it for yourself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;P.S. One of the guys who started this place is also the guy who started &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chocolatebarnyc.com/home.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Chocolate Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; in the city. They recently moved locations from the West Village to the East Village. You may want to check that too.&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/5138041359634801157-5601834314098452640?l=charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/5601834314098452640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138041359634801157&amp;postID=5601834314098452640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/5601834314098452640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/5601834314098452640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/08/getting-baked-without-having-to-call.html' title='Getting Baked Without &lt;br&gt; Having to Call Your Dealer'/><author><name>susan elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12005585906473811825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SKxPHbh2ksI/AAAAAAAAACg/mPLya_yJbhU/s72-c/baked.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-1767820251229664251</id><published>2008-08-19T13:06:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:44:19.746-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><title type='text'>Keen for Quinoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SKsMtpqi1jI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hQdOePykGZo/s1600-h/quinoauncooked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SKsMtpqi1jI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hQdOePykGZo/s200/quinoauncooked.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236292970166277682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I've been reading about the mighty grain Quinoa (pronounced: KEEN-wah) for quite some time now.  It keeps popping up in recipes and articles being heralded as an excellent source of protein, fiber, and iron. I only first sampled it a few months ago at a delicious little hippie-healthy-organic restaurant, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nymag.com/listings/restaurant/siggys-good-food/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Siggy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, in Brooklyn Heights. The closest thing I can compare the cooked grain to is a bulgur or a brown rice.  The quinoa grains are round and smooth though, and almost a little chewy. Ever since that first encounter, I've been thinking I need to get my hands on some of this stuff to try cooking it myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My initial impression of the cooked grain was that it sticks together more than say, couscous or rice, and so it would be good for making a cake or patty. The natural progression of this thought was, "Why not try to make a falafel type patty?"  (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It is no secret that the Charm School Graduate is a Falafel Fanatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;) So, with a mission to create a healthier (not fried) version of this middle eastern goodness, I began researching various falafel flavors and techniques. Below is the recipe I crafted last night in my first (and incredibly successful, if I say so myself) attempt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1 cup of dry quinoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1-2 T. olive oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1 yellow onion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3-4 cloves of garlic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2 t. ground cumin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1/4. t. cayenne pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1 t. kosher salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;fresh ground pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3 T. tahini (plus more for serving)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3/4 C. chopped fresh cilantro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1/4 C. plain bread crumbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nonstick cooking spray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. Bring 2 cups of water to a boil and add quinoa. Reduce heat to simmer, and cook for 12-15 minutes, stirring occasionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. Meanwhile, finely chop onion and garlic, and sautee in olive oil until the onions are translucent and soft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. Once quinoa is cooked (there should be no water left in the pan), transfer to large mixing bowl and add cooked onion and garlic. Add cumin, cayenne, salt, pepper and cilantro blending everything in. Gradually mix in tahini, then bread crumbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. Taking heaping tablespoonfuls, shape into small patties and lay out on baking sheet.  (This recipe should make 12 patties, depending on how large or small you make them.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5. Refrigerate patties for 30 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6. Spray your sautee pan with nonstick spray, and cook the patties on med-high heat for about 6-8 minutes on each side, so they are heated through, and the outside gets crunchy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I plated mine with lettuce, tomato, red onion and tahini. They'd be delicious wrapped up in a pita too. Not that I just did that with the leftovers for lunch or anything...&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/5138041359634801157-1767820251229664251?l=charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/1767820251229664251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138041359634801157&amp;postID=1767820251229664251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/1767820251229664251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/1767820251229664251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/08/keen-for-quinoa.html' title='Keen for Quinoa'/><author><name>susan elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12005585906473811825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SKsMtpqi1jI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hQdOePykGZo/s72-c/quinoauncooked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-7946208866198238415</id><published>2008-08-18T10:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:31:34.467-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Street Seaport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='White Williams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Projectors'/><title type='text'>V-v-v-v</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=c04g6uabj_z" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" target="_blank" href="http://boomp3.com/listen/c04g6uabj_z/violator"&gt;Boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M is for Monday is for Mp3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Friday night, some friends and I went to the free concert series at South Street Seaport. White Williams and The Dirty Projectors were the lineup. Threats of tornadoes and hail, torrential downpours, and seeking refuge in a very quaint, charming, off-the-beaten-path &lt;a href="http://nymag.com/listings/bar/fresh-salt/"&gt;bar&lt;/a&gt; actually inhibited us from seeing White Williams' performance (which was only four songs long). Extreme flashes of lightning over the East River prevented us from catching more than thirty minutes of The Dirty Projectors. Still though, despite the soggy feet, the bangs curling in the humidity, and puddle hopping the cobblestone streets, it wound up being a really fun night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So today I share with you a little White Williams gem that I would have loved to have heard live . . . had I not been so busy repeatedly reaching the bottom of my pint glass at the bar.&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/5138041359634801157-7946208866198238415?l=charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/7946208866198238415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138041359634801157&amp;postID=7946208866198238415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/7946208866198238415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/7946208866198238415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/08/v-v-v-v_18.html' title='V-v-v-v'/><author><name>susan elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12005585906473811825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-2943053288240218456</id><published>2008-08-15T11:03:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:59:57.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Green Clean</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Friday is for Favorite Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SKWm_Ag-huI/AAAAAAAAACA/iR62btvp54w/s1600-h/mrs.+meyers_red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SKWm_Ag-huI/AAAAAAAAACA/iR62btvp54w/s320/mrs.+meyers_red.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234773743288354530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Friends, neighbors, and lovers: Today I write you with a hot tip on one of my most favorite things for The Home. With this post, I officially declare myself a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mrsmeyers.com/?gclid=CL7s9OuPkJUCFQNaFQodAiHDfg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mrs. Meyer's Clean Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Junkie.  Anyone who has ever been chez Charm School Graduate knows that I keep the Mrs. Meyer's hand soaps at every sink (all two of them), and her delicious smelling candles throughout my glorious 650 square feet. I shamefully admit that I was initially drawn to these products by their very smart [looking] packaging. That was enough to get me to pick the products up off the shelf. Untwisting the lids and smelling these fragrances inspired by garden-fresh flowers and herbs sealed the deal, and got me to commit to a purchase. (And this is coming from someone who generally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;detests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; that "stinky stuff" fragranced lotions, sprays, etc.) I began to love the brand not only because of the high quality product, or how cute I think the bottles and jars look in my apartment, but the company also has a commitment to making natural and environmentally safe (biodegradable) products. Just last week, I purchased my first Mrs. Meyer's household cleaner—the Lemon Verbena Counter Top Spray. My home has never smelled fresher. (And it's probably never been cleaner, as now I suddenly find myself wiping down perfectly clean counter tops...just to be able to use the stuff.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A 16 oz. spray bottle of the Counter Top Cleaner set me back $4.99.  More money than say, a spray bottle of Fantastik or Windex. The value, however, comes in when you buy the All Purpose Cleaner in bulk: 32 oz. for $7.99.  This cleaner comes concentrated. Meaning: Once you've used the entire spray bottle, you simply need to add a few tablespoons of the All Purpose Cleaner and then fill the bottle up with water from your tap. Voila! An instant and inexpensive refill. Not only does this reduce packaging, but by mixing these up in your own home, you're helping to reduce the number of bottles being shipped (driven in big-frightening-fuel-guzzling-trucks) around the country.  Thusly, with each spray of the bottle, you're helping to reduce the size of our carbon footprint. Now that's a whole lot more than just a clean home.&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/5138041359634801157-2943053288240218456?l=charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/2943053288240218456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138041359634801157&amp;postID=2943053288240218456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/2943053288240218456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/2943053288240218456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/08/green-clean.html' title='A Green Clean'/><author><name>susan elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12005585906473811825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SKWm_Ag-huI/AAAAAAAAACA/iR62btvp54w/s72-c/mrs.+meyers_red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-3502339215402323947</id><published>2008-08-14T14:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T11:40:55.065-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wilco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McCarren Park'/><title type='text'>I Do the Dishes, I Mow the Lawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=c008cs49i_z" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" target="_blank" href="http://boomp3.com/listen/c008cs49i_z/hate-it-here"&gt;Boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIxODczNzY5MzEyNiZwdD*xMjE4NzM3ODI1MjUxJnA9NzA3NTEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Thursday Bonus Edition Mp3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Last night I saw Wilco at McCarren Park Pool. The show was wonderful—definitely the best I've seen this summer. The weather was great, the crowd was great, and the sound was awesome. I'm not going to get into reviewing the show though.  You can read some moderately crabby, but overall accurate sentiments about the show &lt;a href="http://www.brooklynvegan.com/archives/2008/08/wilco_mccarren.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. With each tune they began, I'd think to myself, "Oh, I have to post this one to the blog tomorrow." Then they'd belt out an even stronger song, and I'd think the same thing all over again.  Ultimately, it came down to which tune got me moving my hips the most. This was it. A total jam. I realize now I've consecutively posted three soft, fluffy, weepy songs.  Next week: Megadeth. But for now: Bring it, Jeff Tweedy.&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/5138041359634801157-3502339215402323947?l=charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/3502339215402323947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138041359634801157&amp;postID=3502339215402323947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/3502339215402323947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/3502339215402323947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-do-dishes-i-mow-lawn.html' title='I Do the Dishes, I Mow the Lawn'/><author><name>susan elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12005585906473811825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-3630118677416429074</id><published>2008-08-12T10:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:12:21.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't Make This Stuff Up*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just five short days after releasing this blog into the wild, I'm thrilled to report that I've received tons of wonderful feedback. You, friends, neighbors, and lovers are simply too kind. So kind, in fact, that I cannot keep all of your thoughtful words to myself. That said, a few hi-lites from the Charm School Graduate reviews thus far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love it on there! I love it on there! I love it on there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blogger, please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I promise to read it regularly and not post annoying comments if you promise to shout out to me at least once a week. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;(Herewith, your first fucking shout out, friend.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*You are by far one of the prettiest, smartest and best blog writers I've ever known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am not fucking around when I say this: If you ever steal one of my ideas and write about it on this blog, I will sue your ass into next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Thanks again for all the love. Really.&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/5138041359634801157-3630118677416429074?l=charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/3630118677416429074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138041359634801157&amp;postID=3630118677416429074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/3630118677416429074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/3630118677416429074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-cant-make-this-stuff-up_9335.html' title='You Can&apos;t Make This Stuff Up*'/><author><name>susan elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12005585906473811825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-2060598184454626972</id><published>2008-08-11T10:43:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T13:20:10.280-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Watson Twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cure'/><title type='text'>I'll Run Away With You</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=bzwskg5px_x" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" target="_blank" href="http://boomp3.com/listen/bzwskg5px_x/just-like-heaven"&gt;Boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTg*NjgyMzI4NDMmcHQ9MTIxODQ2ODI*MTE5MyZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49Jmc9MQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIxODQ2NTY3Njc1MyZwdD*xMjE4NDY1ODIxNjc1JnA9NzA3NTEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;M is for Monday is for Mp3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I tend to go back-and-forth on where I stand with covers. If they're too similar to the original, they seem a little sellout(ish) to me.  This cover, however, is top-notch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewatsontwins.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Watson Twins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, of Jenny Lewis &amp;amp; The Watson Twins fame, recently released a solo album, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fire Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. (Is it considered solo if it's recorded by twins?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I think the album, beginning to end, is terrific.  It's got a warm, folksy, country feel that is somehow neither too folksy or too country.  Really, it's just right.  While their originals certainly show that these two can stand alone, out of the Jenny Lewis Spotlight, it's the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Just Like Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; cover that stands alone to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Taking a 1987 British Alternative Rock tune and turning it into a soft, twangy, delicate harmony? Definitely not sellout(ish).&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/5138041359634801157-2060598184454626972?l=charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/2060598184454626972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138041359634801157&amp;postID=2060598184454626972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/2060598184454626972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/2060598184454626972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-run-away-with-you_11.html' title='I&apos;ll Run Away With You'/><author><name>susan elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12005585906473811825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-5254991129894213621</id><published>2008-08-08T12:46:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T18:42:13.030-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gotham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='font'/><title type='text'>Gorgeous Gotham</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Friday is for Favorite Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A friend recently asked me what my favorite font was.  The answer to this question changes about as often as my bangs do.  At present, however, I have a steadfast and unwavering answer to this question. This week (at least), my favorite font is Gotham. All caps? Bring it. Letter-spacing so open you could drive a truck between the characters? Oh my!  In different sizes, treatments, styles, and contexts, this font can take on so many different feels.  It's so clean and so understated.  It also may happen to be the font used in the header of the blog you may be reading right now. Ahem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SJyAZTjb-uI/AAAAAAAAABw/5SqLzHnoT7U/s1600-h/gotham+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SJyAZTjb-uI/AAAAAAAAABw/5SqLzHnoT7U/s320/gotham+collage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232198039331666658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Forget my little sketches and doodles though.  There's one specific place Americans have been seeing lots and lots of Gotham these days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SJyBVpN6qdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/FCj_Cbh1oPA/s1600-h/gotham_obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SJyBVpN6qdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/FCj_Cbh1oPA/s320/gotham_obama.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232199075939133906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Preach on, Barack. Preach on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138041359634801157-5254991129894213621?l=charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/5254991129894213621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138041359634801157&amp;postID=5254991129894213621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/5254991129894213621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/5254991129894213621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/08/gorgeous-gotham.html' title='Gorgeous Gotham'/><author><name>susan elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12005585906473811825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SJyAZTjb-uI/AAAAAAAAABw/5SqLzHnoT7U/s72-c/gotham+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-3331112083641774935</id><published>2008-08-06T11:45:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:44:42.945-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DUMBO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restaurant'/><title type='text'>Michel-icious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday: What I've Been Eating, Drinking, Craving, Etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Last week I had my first ever encounter with the Michelada.  Actually, my particular breed was a Michelada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cubana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; if we're going to get into specifics. I encountered this cold + salty + fizzy + tangy + divine concoction at &lt;a href="http://www.hechoendumbo.com/"&gt;Hecho en Dumbo&lt;/a&gt;, a delicious and unpretentious Mexi joint down in DUMBO.  I strongly encourage checking out both the restaurant and the barkeep.  Errr...I mean the bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Michelada is a Mexican cocktail that mixes dark beer with lime, hot sauce, Worcestershire, and salt, served over ice.  By adding tomato juice, you get the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Michelada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cubana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. (Which winds up being sort of like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;le Bloody Mary&lt;/span&gt; sans &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;le Vodka&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After spending 6 days fantasizing about my next encounter with this drink, this past Sunday, I finally tried my hand at mixing one up myself.  As a rule, I tend not to refer to recipes when cooking or cocktailing.  So this is roughly how it went:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-the juice of 1 lime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-two dashes of Worcestershire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-two dashes of tobasco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-a good pinch of salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-1-2 oz. pour of tomato juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-1 Negra Modelo (added gradually as you drink)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mix the first five ingredients in a tall glass with ice. Then add the beer. We rimmed the glasses with a 50/50 mix of salt and Old Bay. Yum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Most of these ingredients are staples in any fridge/cabinet.  That said, I urge you to put down the mouse and go get Michelada Mixin'. Like, now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SJnQK3cLgmI/AAAAAAAAABo/AirvX2cll2U/s1600-h/michelada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SJnQK3cLgmI/AAAAAAAAABo/AirvX2cll2U/s400/michelada.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231441327266955874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138041359634801157-3331112083641774935?l=charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/3331112083641774935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5138041359634801157&amp;postID=3331112083641774935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/3331112083641774935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138041359634801157/posts/default/3331112083641774935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/2008/08/michel-icious.html' title='Michel-icious'/><author><name>susan elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12005585906473811825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SJnQK3cLgmI/AAAAAAAAABo/AirvX2cll2U/s72-c/michelada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-583948831098647282</id><published>2008-08-04T14:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:40:09.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Bottles</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=bzp6suwbj_z" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" target="_blank" href="http://boomp3.com/listen/bzp6suwbj_z/wasp-nest"&gt;boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIxNzg3MzI*NjE*OSZwdD*xMjE3ODczMzc2OTc*JnA9NzA3NTEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M is for Monday is for Mp3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This little gem comes from an old EP by The National.  I've chosen it for today because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;a) I'm going to see them at the Summer Stage in Central Park tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;b) I love these lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;c) I must have listened to this song over thirty times last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;d) Anyone who knows me knows that the first song I would post to this blog would [obviously] be one by The National.&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/5138041359634801157-583948831098647282?l=charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmschoolgraduate.blogspot.com/feeds/583948831098647282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHEFrCsvJlw/SeQMD_f3uUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5CtI3yau00/S220/Photo+17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138041359634801157.post-8720527877516227700</id><published>2008-07-31T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T15:26:43.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone's Doing It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everyone's doing it, so I suppose I can too.  The idea to start this blog first came to me around the time of my last birthday.  It's taken me just 4 short months plus 4 days to finally execute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Here's hoping the updates happen a bit more than triannually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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