<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380555693914620191</id><updated>2009-10-13T22:25:20.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WMNST 003-Fall 2008</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254324966991806012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380555693914620191.post-5558563448882235140</id><published>2008-12-11T18:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:33:43.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters Project: Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Letters Project: Tara Kreider and PJ Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PJ Franklin (My Boys):&lt;br /&gt;PJ aka Peeje is a single, successful sportswriter for the Chicago Sun Times, living in (of course) Chicago. PJ lives by the philosophy "Almost everything in dating and relationships is parallel to sports, especially baseball." PJ can either be found watching/playing/attending any sporting adventure, playing poker or grabbing a beer at the local hangout, Crawley's, with the guys. PJs friends, who are predominately guys are a major part of her life, and no one can be welcomed into her life if they don't like her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara Kreider:&lt;br /&gt;Tara is a twenty-two year old single college student who is finishing up her final semester at Penn State University. Tara was raised by Bryan and Vicki Kreider in the small town of Lebanon but has dreams of something much bigger. Though she loves Lebanon and hopes to someday raise a family in Lebanon, Tara can't wait to get out on her own and see the world. Tara often finds herself to be "one of the guys" despite being quite a girly-girl. Tara's number of male friends greatly dwarfs her number of female friends, but Tara wouldn't have it any other way, see girls can be awful petty! Tara loves to go out for drinks with the guys at the local pub, The Blue Bird, she also enjoys a quite night at home playing poker by the pool. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Letter 1:Tue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tlk5001 @ 12/1/2008 9:59 PM &lt;a href="https://discussionforums/newpost.aspx?ReplyTo=9d198789-2959-4874-b44f-911de5c3d16a&amp;amp;forumid=328054d7-0773-75e2-6332-9d4732150106"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;PJ- Hey girl, it's been a while since the last time I wrote. I know we talk all the time, but sometimes I forget stuff while we're talking and it's nice to be able to get it down. Plus with you at the wedding things have been a little crazy. So what the hell is going on? First you like Bobby than your over Bobby then you try to have Bobby fall in love with you in Italy….and now you're sleeping with his brother? Well played. I know what you mean though, being one of the guys can be frustrating, especially if you want one of the guys to be THE guy….You know I am a firm believer of "it is what it is" and if it's meant to be with one of those gorgeous, sexy, smart, sophisticated, wealthy guys then it will be. Lol…I thought you might need a little smile! Anyway…things are ridicules here, I am so ready to get out of the cold weather, (I would deal with more cold if it meant a weekend in Chicago). Did I tell you I might be taking that job with the shipwreck recovery crew in Clearwater? Well I am thinking the warm weather and nice beaches would be a welcomed improvement. Plus it is not like there are two cute guys fighting over me holding me back. I still can't believe after all this Bobby is totally into you, but the one thing I can't believe me is that you HAVE NOT noticed it! Jeepers PJ you have some major thinking to do, I hope it is not too hard to relax and clear you mind at Bobby's daddy's fancy ranch! If you don't get a chance to figure it all out, run away with me for the holiday (you can bring Steph, but NO boys), I am thinking Christmas in the Caribbean followed by New Years in New York. Start new, I might be a good idea to get away from those boys that are making life so complicated. Speaking of boys how about an update on my boys… Aladdin and barfma are finally O-V-E-R…just so you know I am currently jumping up and down in celebration…lol…as for Jose, he finally introduced us to his fiancé, she seems really nice, kinda weird like him, but a good fit…as for Charlie, hopefully he soon wakes up and smells the flowers…his girl is TOTALLY cheating and he just will not see it…I know all in due time. Speaking of flowers, did you totally see the Penn State game, it was a good one…I have to admit football in the snow is just about as good as it gets. Speaking of football…I was elated that Oklahoma jumped ahead of Texas, personally I don't like Texas, I never did…where the Sooners have always had my respect…well miss PJ I really must run, people to see, boys to tend to, games to watch! Lol…enjoy the rest of the week at Grande Ranch and just remember we can ALWAYS run away for the holidays! Loves Tara &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Letter 2:wed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tlk5001 @ 12/3/2008 4:00 PM &lt;a href="https://discussionforums/newpost.aspx?ReplyTo=03727fed-1a47-464f-9ade-7421075e2031&amp;amp;forumid=328054d7-0773-75e2-6332-9d4732150106"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Hey T, I was so excited when I checked my blackberry and there was a letter from you…it is hard for me to find a quite place (not to mention a safe place) for me to call you and update you on the crazyiness that is going on here. The whole Bobby then not Bobby than Bobby than Jack (Bobby's brother) is a little twisted, but par for the course with me…After Italy was a total bust I decided Bobby and I clearly were never going to happen…I know Jack seems a little silly, but at least I am not sleeping with Bobby's horn dog father…lol…I do have some news…Bobby and Elsa called off the wedding, Bobby decided she wasn't the one. You know how you mentioned that Bobby is "still into me" well I am a little concerned, what if your right…what on earth would I do…Oh yeah before the wedding was called off Jack and Bobby got in this MAJOR fight and Jack bailed, so Bobby asked me to stand in as best-man. At first I was resistant but I decided to do it, anything for a friend. As the best man I was sad that Jack disappeared, but I also found in kinda hard to play the role as best man for a guy that I was head over heels for…its kinda like in Baseball if you played for the Mets but were transferred to the Cubs, and the opening season game is the Mets vs. the Cubs. You still have a link to your old team, but you have to play the best for your new team. I guess you could say my life has turned into Bobby vs Jack…I have loved each team and I don't know who I should be playing for. So a job in Florida huh…I think that sounds wonderful…I promise I will come visit…I mean hello nice sunny weather, white beaches and the Phillies training camp…I am not a big Phillies fan, but baseball is baseball. Working with shipwrecks would be pretty sweet…just beware of those silly pirates…and don't take anything cursed…I think we all have enough drama in our lives. I also think running away for the holidays seems like a wonderful idea…You know me I love to travel, not to mention the fact that I will have some time off around the holidays. I have some suggestions though…I say we do a cruise for Christmas, then we can see a little more of the Caribbean, plus I know how much you love cruising…it gives us a chance to relax and completely fall off the map…I even promise to leave the blackberry in Chicago…I am glad to hear everything is going good for you boys..I am SO SO SO SO SO glad that Barfma is finally out of your life…I know how much you (and K and B) hated her, which I don't blame you, I only meet her that one time but I totally think Aladdin is SO much better than that…Not to mention I can't believe Jose is getting married, what is up with guys our age getting hitched while Stephanie, you, K, B and I are still all dateless. Have faith in Charlie, he will turn it around I am sure…Just look how well Brando turned it around once he finally figured out his woman was cheating. Just remember you need to be there to pick up the pieces, and don't worry I am sure one day he will pick up your pieces too. Speaking of Stephanie, at first I was a little surprised her and Kenny were being nice to each other than…are you sitting down…I walked in on them…together….alone…in bed…naked…. Well I am going to leave you with that one…its funny because I always thought they hated each other…Thanks for the laughs…talk to you soon! Love much PJ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Re: Extra Credit 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alr5175 @ 12/11/2008 3:19 PM &lt;a href="https://discussionforums/newpost.aspx?ReplyTo=65af44a7-1894-4502-8f97-37f7c9927550&amp;amp;forumid=328054d7-0773-75e2-6332-9d4732150106"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;PJ, WOW. Drama. Love triangles. I can't handle it PJ. Your Bobby and Jack situation is a little bit out of control. But it's okay I'm sure you'll figure everything out. I can't believe the wedding was called off! That's a little steep don't you think? Who saw that coming? Hopefully you won't be stuck in the middle of everything. Let me know what happens with that. I don't understand your baseball metaphors because I don't follow baseball. You know this. Turn it into a Justinbobby, Audrina, and LC situation and I'm all ears haha. But seriously though I get what you are saying. I say play for neither because it's too hard. You choose one you end up liking the other; you choose the other you end up liking the first one. Either way someone might end up getting hurt and it just can't end well. Maybe it can. Who knows? Definitely come to Florida though. It's going to be great! How can you pass up that weather? And the beach! A cruise is a great idea. It would be awesome. And I dare you to leave the Blackberry at home. I really don't think you can do it but we'll see. Alright write me back soon so we can finalize these plans! Good luck with Bobby and Jack. Have fun! Miss you! Tara &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Letter 3: Thur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tlk5001 @ 12/3/2008 4:04 PM &lt;a href="https://discussionforums/newpost.aspx?ReplyTo=48daa2a8-a49f-4d4e-8978-6bc0287ad7ff&amp;amp;forumid=328054d7-0773-75e2-6332-9d4732150106"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;PJ- I am glad I could make your day…but all I have to say is OH MY GOD…OH MY GOD…what the hell is in the air out there…Stephanie and Kenny…I thought they hated each other…heck I didn't think Stephanie really liked any of the guys but Kenny she always liked the least! I don't believe it…there are no words other then Holly crap…so I guess I will just change the subject while I still try to process the Kenny and Stephanie thing… So Bobby's brothers name is Jack….quite interesting…PJ and Jack doesn't have quite the same ring as PJ and Bobby…but it's a close second. I am glad you didn't go for Bobby's father though…that would have been creepy…I can't believe the wedding is off…I don't even know what to say… did something big happen? What the hell is going on in Cali? Do you think you might be concerned that I am right about Bobby still liking you because you think you still have feelings for him? I know it would be easier to say its Bobby with the issues but I am thinking you might have some issues too…lets think about it…we all have issues…You will figure out what to do I promise…just take it easy and remember "it is what it is" you will figure it out…I know it seems crazy but everything has its reason, even if we can't see it… So what was it like being the stand in best man? When Jack came back were you still the best man or did he return to his duties…or didn't it matter because the wedding was off? I know it is hard being stuck between two brothers but at least they don't know…do they? I would just keep it to yourself until you make a choice…if you even have to chose…or come clean with both of them and watch the fists fly…its your choice…yet it might be a good idea to come clean and get it over with…then at least everyone knows what is going on… Oh My God….(Stephanie and Kenny) I am glad you will come visit in Florida….I think it will be hard to move away from everyone..but it is quite the opportunity…not to mention I would have a house already…which would be GREAT…thank-you grandma and papa…I promise to watch out for Captain Hook and Blackbeard…and I won't take anything that looks cursed…plus I don't know how much diving I would be doing…I think it would be more restoring in a building somewhere…but who knows... A cruise sounds wonderful! So its settled…cruising the Caribbean for Christmas…sounds perfect! Talk to you soon my lost one! Loves Tara &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Letter 4: Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tlk5001 @ 12/3/2008 5:23 PM &lt;a href="https://discussionforums/newpost.aspx?ReplyTo=fad35c30-4adb-4118-a9dc-d5b70f1ea546&amp;amp;forumid=328054d7-0773-75e2-6332-9d4732150106"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;T- PLEASE keep the Stephanie and Kenny think on the down low…I haven't even told Stephanie that I saw what I saw yet…I know you wouldn't tell anyone…but I though you should know that she has no idea that we even know yet! I know its hard to stomach…it just seems so weird…but I also think it might be a good thing…after writing her book…(did you ever get the copy Stephanie sent) she really used the guys and exploited their negative features…it would be nice for her to be on their good sides again. Being the best man was fun…I guess despite the whole which team am I thing…I figure it might be something I should get used to…maybe I wont be any of the other guys best man…but I will be a part of their weddings (or so I would think) The whole Jack returning thing happened right around the time of the wedding being called off…so I have no idea who the best man would have been…I would hope Jack…as much as I love helping the guys its nice to be recognized that I am actually a girl. Bobby still doesn't know about Jack, or not at least that I know…but Jack has always known about Bobby…but I don't think that ever bothered Jack…I really hope I don't have to pick one…maybe I can just have both…lol…I don't know what I will do…at least I will have the entire cruise to figure it out…Bobby or Jack…or maybe some gorgeous Bermudian! I know it will be hard for you to move away…trust me…I did it…but remember friends and family are only a plane ride away..and you LOVE to fly so hurray for you…just sign up for frequent flyer miles (which im sure you already have)…Plus think about how well you tan, you will be looking like a Greek goddess ALL of the time…im super jealous… I can't wait to run away with the girls…do you know I have never had a trip of entirely girls in my group…the guys have always been there…and most of my trips have evolved some sort of sporting event! Love you much Goddess of Florida- PJ PS If you haven't read Stephanie's book read it asap…pay special attention to chapter 3…it's the chapter based off of Kenny's negative features…lol…enjoy! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Re: Letter 4: Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dcc5086 @ 12/8/2008 4:17 PM &lt;a href="https://discussionforums/newpost.aspx?ReplyTo=31572daa-5880-4b81-9740-26c7c0ce8b65&amp;amp;forumid=328054d7-0773-75e2-6332-9d4732150106"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;PJ- I will definitely keep that info to myself! At least that's one thing you can tell me and not the boys. They would totally tell everyone thinking it was hilarious. I didn't get a chance to read Stephanie's book yet so I'm pretty excited to get a look at it. So how else do you think you can be in the boys' weddings? If you think about it, in order to be a bridesmaid you have to know the bride. You are going to have to be a...what are they called? Well you know, all the other guys besides the best man. There you will be, the one and only PJ mixed among a line of guys, what else is new? I know you are having a hard time choosing between Bobby and Jack but at least you have two guys that are fighting over you! I know that being friends with guys can sometimes lead to you only being in the friend zone. It's great that you are capable of having both. As for Florida, I am very excited to be tan all the time! Everyone seems to look better with a tan. We'll have a heck of a time whenever you visit. It will be the perfect excuse to get away from all the decision making! Although we are both girls that tend to have guy friends I'm glad we have each other. There is no talk like girl talk…even if we do mention sports in it every now and then. Keep me updated with the boy situation! Loves Tara &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Final letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tlk5001 @ 12/11/2008 8:57 PM &lt;a href="https://discussionforums/newpost.aspx?ReplyTo=fe55ad44-48ec-4564-a45c-11ba44b4cb53&amp;amp;forumid=328054d7-0773-75e2-6332-9d4732150106"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Tara- You know as well as I do life is nothing but drama with the boys, you would think they are drama free but they SO AREN'T! I am so glad I have you to tell about the whole Kenny and Stephanie thing, because you are completely right if I would tell any of the guys everyone would know before I would even be finished talked they would all know…It is absolutely crazy! You are going to absolutely love Stephanie's book I promise! I highly doubt you will learn anything new, but it will give you a good laugh or two! I do not think I could be a grooms-man. I know I should be happy that there are two gorgeous men fighting over me, I just wish one of three things. 1. I wish they were not brothers…2. I wish they did not know each other and 3. I wish they were not friends with ANY of my other boys…it would have made it so much better! All of this time I am concerned about what I am going to do, I tend to forget how extremely luck I am. Some people do not have half they friends I have, or they have friends that are not nearly as close as I am to my boys. It may get frustrating but they are like family, you know what that is like…you always love family no matter what… I am glad we have each other too! It is SO NICE to have someone to be "girl-y" with; if I did it in front of the guys they would have my throat. I will let you know what I decide between Bobby and Jack…if I ever decide! Loves and Hugs PJ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Analysis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tlk5001 @ 12/11/2008 9:00 PM &lt;a href="https://discussionforums/newpost.aspx?ReplyTo=f367b263-f8e3-4f5b-9503-bc330b00af43&amp;amp;forumid=328054d7-0773-75e2-6332-9d4732150106"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Analysis of Letters Project In the beginning I thought I was going to despise this letter's project, but in the end it was actually one of my favorite. I really enjoyed the chance to "live" as someone else, and give myself advice, not to mention give PJ (from the show My Boys) advice. I really just took what happened in the previous season finale, after watching it on-line to refresh my memory, and told PJ what I thought about what was going on. It was also nice to give myself advice; it's the same thing all my friends tell me about having majority male friends, but for some reason saying it to myself made it make so much more sense. I especially enjoyed writing in other people's post; I enjoy "playing a part." The one's I chose to reply to were woman that I considered writing to myself, it was a way for me to talk as all the people I wanted to do, it was great. I like to write creatively but being a history major I am often tied down with the facts, this really let me open up and enjoy something I love without feeling guilty that I should be working on something else. Another aspect that I truly enjoyed was getting to see what other people added to my writing, everyone has their own point of view and I found I quite interesting how one of the responders blended so well with who I am. However when it came to the writing of Ashley Rizzuto I was quite disappointed. She completely miss what I was writing and changed my personal persona, I was extremely confused and disappointed in what she wrote, I wish she would have just written nothing. Technology played an interesting role in this project, for one angle's extreme slowness took away from the project for me, adding more stress. Yet by writing via "e-mail" it made it more like real time talking then a letter does, due to the amount of time it takes for a letter to reach its recipient, whatever was written is now "old news." By writing back and forth so close in time made the letters more like a normal face to face conversation and less like a letter. Gender plays an interesting part in this project, since we all took on female persona's the project was bias towards a women issues. I think this is a good way to experience what females face every day and what they worry and think about from day to day. This project works as a way to bring awareness about women's everyday life to whoever may read them. My life is my life. It has its ups and downs, its sad times and its happy times, and I just keep on going. I think this project was a great way to look at my life from an outside perspective but it doesn't change anything about me on a large scale, I will always be me. If anything it just made me more confident and happy with whom I am. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*See Letters Project Part 2 and 3 for Self-Portraits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380555693914620191-5558563448882235140?l=tlk5001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/feeds/5558563448882235140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380555693914620191&amp;postID=5558563448882235140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default/5558563448882235140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default/5558563448882235140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-project-part-1.html' title='Letters Project: Part 1'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254324966991806012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14325445083879273954'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380555693914620191.post-6238881567711489140</id><published>2008-12-11T18:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:33:19.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters Project: Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SUHNZdeLpDI/AAAAAAAAACg/SL-etLfgy1Q/s1600-h/142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SUHNZdeLpDI/AAAAAAAAACg/SL-etLfgy1Q/s400/142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278726075546575922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Self-Portrait of me as PJ&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/8380555693914620191-6238881567711489140?l=tlk5001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/feeds/6238881567711489140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380555693914620191&amp;postID=6238881567711489140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default/6238881567711489140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default/6238881567711489140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-project-part-2.html' title='Letters Project: Part 2'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254324966991806012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14325445083879273954'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SUHNZdeLpDI/AAAAAAAAACg/SL-etLfgy1Q/s72-c/142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380555693914620191.post-5207809474420834814</id><published>2008-12-11T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:32:06.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters Project: Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SUHNFhGaMfI/AAAAAAAAACY/FZOHU-8L6KI/s1600-h/daddy+made+me+name+this+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SUHNFhGaMfI/AAAAAAAAACY/FZOHU-8L6KI/s400/daddy+made+me+name+this+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278725732923224562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Self-Portrait of me (Tara Kreider)&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/8380555693914620191-5207809474420834814?l=tlk5001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/feeds/5207809474420834814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380555693914620191&amp;postID=5207809474420834814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default/5207809474420834814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default/5207809474420834814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-project-part-3.html' title='Letters Project: Part 3'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254324966991806012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14325445083879273954'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SUHNFhGaMfI/AAAAAAAAACY/FZOHU-8L6KI/s72-c/daddy+made+me+name+this+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380555693914620191.post-147286586266634077</id><published>2008-11-15T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:03:18.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Performance of an Art/Life Experiment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SR8covgebHI/AAAAAAAAACI/eupKLQ3qgAE/s1600-h/DSCN0600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SR8covgebHI/AAAAAAAAACI/eupKLQ3qgAE/s400/DSCN0600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268961575319792754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I had a hard time deciding what I could do for 3 hours strait, I had a few ideas…watch movies with friends for three hours, go for a three hour walk, go play/coach soccer for three hours, go have drinks with friends for three hours…but in the end I decided to sleep for three hours in the middle of the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This project reminded me of an art exhibit I saw in New York.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The exhibit was of photographs that someone took of themselves throughout the day where they were doing everyday things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For example there were pictures of this artist brushing his teeth, making lunch, watching television, walking the streets, and my favorite picture was of him sleeping, there was just something about that picture that made you see the true innocence and raw persona of the artist.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I took my favorite artwork from this artist and decided to use it as an inspiration.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My performance is art because I do not think I ever actually feel asleep, I just pretended until my alarm went off, but while I was pretending I had the opportunity to really think and clear my mind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In real life when I go to sleep I usually fall asleep and do not have the opportunity to simply relax and clear my mind for a full three hours.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Art is anything that provokes a feeling, causes though and/or asks a question.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My definition of art is one of the main reasons that I think my performance was indeed art, the photograph can easily invoke feeling, when I look at the photograph I think about the things I thought about and it always makes me smile.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When it comes to the differences of art and life my best definition runs hand in hand with Linda Montano’s definition.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The difference between art and life is that life is the big game and art is a scrimmage, where we practice and learn how to play in the big game of life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380555693914620191-147286586266634077?l=tlk5001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/feeds/147286586266634077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380555693914620191&amp;postID=147286586266634077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default/147286586266634077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default/147286586266634077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/2008/11/performance-of-artlife-experiment.html' title='Performance of an Art/Life Experiment'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254324966991806012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14325445083879273954'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SR8covgebHI/AAAAAAAAACI/eupKLQ3qgAE/s72-c/DSCN0600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380555693914620191.post-7372664655565139988</id><published>2008-11-09T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:52:14.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tara and the Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SRdNYbdk44I/AAAAAAAAACA/zjGmpJbNETE/s1600-h/photo+one.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SRdNYbdk44I/AAAAAAAAACA/zjGmpJbNETE/s400/photo+one.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266763371317093250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SRdMCPVYdmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/F9oZW21W6TY/s1600-h/photo+two.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SRdMCPVYdmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/F9oZW21W6TY/s400/photo+two.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266761890592749154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SRdLCHAQnaI/AAAAAAAAABw/KwpvSUMeKaE/s1600-h/photo+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SRdLCHAQnaI/AAAAAAAAABw/KwpvSUMeKaE/s400/photo+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266760788845043106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SRdJlzTfFNI/AAAAAAAAABo/dUaHuNRa3A0/s1600-h/photo+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SRdJlzTfFNI/AAAAAAAAABo/dUaHuNRa3A0/s400/photo+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266759203009008850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SRdH4nkle2I/AAAAAAAAABc/GOrh7sAkSYg/s1600-h/photo+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SRdH4nkle2I/AAAAAAAAABc/GOrh7sAkSYg/s400/photo+5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266757327253764962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I decided to use the movie Sex and the City for inspiration because I have always enjoyed and felt a connection to the show and the movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel like Sex and City is a great show and movie for women, it shows four very successful women that despite their differences are best friends. These women deal with all sorts of womanly issues, everything from Breast Cancer, a cheating husband, an adoption, an unexpected pregnancy, a canceled wedding, starting over, unfair treatment in the work place, and balancing their success with their failures. I drive to be a well rounded successful woman, with the self confidence to deal with everything that I will have to deal with just because I am a female.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the film stills I decided to play the role of Carrie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Carrie is a strong individual that deals with heartache and trying to be true to herself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being a single girl is can be hard, but it is always fabulous.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I had to be quite creative with my photographs, due to my last minute nature.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had done 5 well dressed wonderful sex and the city film stills, however I realized the cord to get the pictures from my camera to my computer happen to be in my house in Lebanon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Plus the more I looked at the pictures the more fake they looked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I took pictures I already had on my computer from my years here at college and turned them into my own film stills.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I loved the artworks of Barbara Kruger and decided to turn my photography into Barbara Kruger inspired film stills using quotes from the movie/show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The photographs still show me as Carrie, but now they show less Carrie and more of me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380555693914620191-7372664655565139988?l=tlk5001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/feeds/7372664655565139988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380555693914620191&amp;postID=7372664655565139988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default/7372664655565139988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default/7372664655565139988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/2008/11/tara-and-town.html' title='Tara and the Town'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254324966991806012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14325445083879273954'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SRdNYbdk44I/AAAAAAAAACA/zjGmpJbNETE/s72-c/photo+one.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380555693914620191.post-3019292225022742723</id><published>2008-11-02T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T09:21:16.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless-PSA Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SQ3hBbWLbHI/AAAAAAAAABU/g5X93HLMgZI/s1600-h/11-02-2008+12%3B10%3B08PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SQ3hBbWLbHI/AAAAAAAAABU/g5X93HLMgZI/s400/11-02-2008+12%3B10%3B08PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264110954102877298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    I chose to make a PSA announcement that resembled that of a master-card advertisement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Women constantly struggle in the work place; even though women have embodied the CEO persona they still have not experienced the CEO paycheck.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Women spend large amounts of money to “look the part” of a major business person and yet their male counterparts are making more money than the females for the sole reason of bias towards genders.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is sad that there are women out there that do their job more efficiently than their male counterparts and yet the males are the ones with fatter paychecks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the bottom of my PSA announcement in smaller print it says that… &lt;b style=""&gt;“&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;*Sound too be good to be true? It’s because it is, only once women are seen and treated as equals rather than objects will they ever be able to finally experience that which is truly…priceless.*”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I decided to post my PSA in my Aunt Brenda’s beauty salon (unfortunately I was unable to load the image of the add hanging in her shop).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt a beauty salon is the best place for women to see my announcement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The only two people working in Brenda’s beauty salon are her and my mother, and they both have told me how when their customers take a closer look at my PSA announcement they always have some sort of comment, usually agreeing with the message that I was trying to get across. I know women are aware of the injustices in the work places, but sometimes it takes a little reminder to motivate women into becoming upset enough to take action.&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:6;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380555693914620191-3019292225022742723?l=tlk5001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/feeds/3019292225022742723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380555693914620191&amp;postID=3019292225022742723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default/3019292225022742723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default/3019292225022742723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/2008/11/priceless-psa-announcement.html' title='Priceless-PSA Announcement'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254324966991806012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14325445083879273954'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SQ3hBbWLbHI/AAAAAAAAABU/g5X93HLMgZI/s72-c/11-02-2008+12%3B10%3B08PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380555693914620191.post-8464983370437105287</id><published>2008-10-15T13:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:19:55.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tender Buttons" Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My Original Poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 36pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Object&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sunglasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Shinning, shimmering, mirror like looks. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Seeing all images in different ways, seeing everything around in different ways, yet seeing it all the same. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Out of sun comes poison to eyes. Protection needed, protection granted through shinning, shimmering, mirror.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I see you, you see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 36pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Limes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A blade of grass and a green palm leaf and a deep green sea each more definitive then the last. The brightest green mixed with a soft sun-touched green.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;With tough skin, and a smell of citrus, forget the touch and taste the taste. Without touch there is only taste. Juice or solid, bite or drink, both ways to taste. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Many ways tasted many things added. Neither or better none or worse. With a touch of earths salty mineral the bite becomes less than the bark. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Brother lemon and sister orange all are cold, all are tart, yet each their own. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Family Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Centered in the heart and within the heart in correspondence to the heart. One where all those with same hearts gather. Family and friends welcome the previous always there more often.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A four wall surrounding, with 2 more to enclose, a door and windows to invite. Where we spend every night.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Bright with light and love, the lightest rose pink to enjoy with the color of wheat to comfort the body. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;At the centered within the heart you can find the heart and brain of those who enter this room. For it is meant for togetherness but often enjoyed alone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380555693914620191-8464983370437105287?l=tlk5001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/feeds/8464983370437105287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380555693914620191&amp;postID=8464983370437105287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default/8464983370437105287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default/8464983370437105287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/2008/10/tender-buttons-part-1.html' title='&quot;Tender Buttons&quot; Part 1'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254324966991806012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14325445083879273954'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380555693914620191.post-3459291951634325857</id><published>2008-10-15T13:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:19:07.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tender Buttons" Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AFTER EXPERIMENT ELEVEN:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Object&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sunglasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Shinning looks&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Seeing same&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Out eyes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Protection mirror &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Limes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A blade last&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The brightest green&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;With taste&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Juice taste&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Many added&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Neither worse&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;With bark&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Family Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Centered heart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;One gather&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Family often&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A four invite&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Where night&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Bright body&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;At room&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;For alone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER EXPERIMENT ONE/FINAL POEM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Object&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sunglasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Looking Shinning&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Same Seeing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Eyes Out&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Mirror Protection&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Limes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Last Blade &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Green Brightest&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Taste With&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Taste Juice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Added Many&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Worse Neither&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Bark With&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Family Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Heart Centered&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Gather One&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Often Family &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Invite Four&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Night where&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Body Bright&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Room At&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Alone For&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380555693914620191-3459291951634325857?l=tlk5001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/feeds/3459291951634325857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380555693914620191&amp;postID=3459291951634325857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default/3459291951634325857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default/3459291951634325857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/2008/10/tender-buttons-part-2.html' title='&quot;Tender Buttons&quot; Part 2'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254324966991806012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14325445083879273954'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380555693914620191.post-8752590056789157030</id><published>2008-10-15T13:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:18:22.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tender Buttons" Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Reflection on my version of “Tender Buttons”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;To be completely honest I struggled though out this assignment. I never completely grasped the concept of Stein’s poem which made it quite difficult to write my own. Once I wrote it I was proud of my original poem, I like the way it sounds and how I simply picked the first things I saw for each section. It made me look closer at everyday objects that on a normal day I take for granite. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The first experiment I did on my poem was option eleven, where I laid out my original poem into long structured sentences then took the first and last words of each line to see what would happen. I in some instances take more than one word, because I felt words like The, A and I were not suitable words. I had trouble making columns on my computer so I printed out the poem and cut and pasted it onto another piece of paper( I could not copy and paste it this way into the blog for some reason). After experiment eleven I liked the way it sounded and looked it was a very broken way of writing which forced me not to worry about adding little words here and there, but I wasn’t quite finished yet. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;From there I added in experiment one. So I took my new 2-3 word sentences and wrote them backwards. When I wrote them backwards I dropped the words The, A and I that I had decided to keep during my first experiment. I felt it would look more cohesive if every line only had two words. I kept the same order of the poem but each line was written in reverse. Once I was finished with this step I started to like the poem once again, but only in parts. There are certain lines that I love, and other which I feel lost their original meaning completely. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;In the end I am satisfied with my poem, when I started this project I thought it was going to be a disaster, but it the end I like the way it all turned out. I like each version of my poem for different reasons, which really surprised me. I had a feeling like I would be disappointed. Yet now that it is finished I have a better understand of how changing the way we write and speak can really open the mind up to different ways to look at everyday objects and I used a new part of my creativity and imagination to help me see the world a little differently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380555693914620191-8752590056789157030?l=tlk5001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/feeds/8752590056789157030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380555693914620191&amp;postID=8752590056789157030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default/8752590056789157030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default/8752590056789157030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/2008/10/tender-buttons-part-3.html' title='&quot;Tender Buttons&quot; Part 3'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254324966991806012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14325445083879273954'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380555693914620191.post-820173696859158977</id><published>2008-10-15T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:35:00.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Portrait Option 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SPYpbOzJUKI/AAAAAAAAABM/518CuogwEvY/s1600-h/finallion.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SPYpbOzJUKI/AAAAAAAAABM/518CuogwEvY/s400/finallion.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257435162807455906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;" align="center"&gt;Queen of the Land&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I chose to transform myself into a lion. I made a habitat that I felt like I would enjoy to live in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My habitat consisted of mostly green land, and I envision that over the mountain in the back you would find the ocean. Originally I wanted to turn myself into a dolphin or whale of some sort because I absolutely love the ocean and the beach, I feel most at home while out at sea. However I came to the conclusion that a dolphin or whale would not fit my personality. I felt personality wise being a lion would definitely be the best fit. I would consider myself to be loud with a dominate personality, and who is more dominate then the “King of the Jungle?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not to mention when I was younger my grandma used to refer to me as her little lion cub because my hair was always really curly and unruly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know I have a big mouth and I am a very loud speaker, my roar can be heard for miles, but I embrace that about myself and thoroughly enjoy the way people listen when I talk, even if I wasn’t talking to them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Becoming a lion fits me because I consider myself the kind of person that demands a certain level of respect from others and yet I am extremely outgoing and always looking for something new and fun to do, which in my mind is the essence of a lion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When it comes to the habitat I chose to include some flowers here and there, because honestly what girl doesn’t love flowers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also decided to add a few palm trees, because they represent a tropical area, which is my ideal habitat whether I am a part lion or all human.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just chose to make an area and animal that best fits me as I am right now, something that fits my personality and desired place of inhabitance. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380555693914620191-820173696859158977?l=tlk5001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/feeds/820173696859158977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380555693914620191&amp;postID=820173696859158977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default/820173696859158977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default/820173696859158977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/2008/10/self-portrait-option-4.html' title='Self-Portrait Option 4'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254324966991806012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14325445083879273954'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SPYpbOzJUKI/AAAAAAAAABM/518CuogwEvY/s72-c/finallion.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380555693914620191.post-1915212632331135831</id><published>2008-10-04T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T12:21:26.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressionistic Self Portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SOfB06o2p7I/AAAAAAAAABE/3G_pDWkpsaE/s1600-h/10-4-2008+2%3B41%3B47+PM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SOfB06o2p7I/AAAAAAAAABE/3G_pDWkpsaE/s400/10-4-2008+2%3B41%3B47+PM.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253380605188941746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Just Me Being Me    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;    When creating my impressionist self portrait I used filters on Photoshop as well as oil pastels which I added by hand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There really was not a great deal of experimenting, I had an idea of what I wanted and I went with it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I printed out the photograph from my computer and began adding markings with my oil pastels.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Next I slowly added more details and markings with the pastels.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I made large markings with the oil pastels to mimic the large dominate brush strokes painters used while creating their impressionistic art.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once I was happy with what I did by hand I scanned the photography back into my computer and opened the image in Photoshop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There I played around with the photo until I found the exact combination of color, tint and brightness to fit my vision. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I chose a starting photograph that shows more of my personality rather than my general appearance. I love that the picture shows me, truly happy. The picture was taken after playing soccer for hours, my hair is all messy, and I am sweaty and exhausted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Often in photographs I tend to have a “fake” looking smile, but in this photo you can tell I was laughing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Overall I wouldn’t change my appearance, I am very happy with who I am, I may not be the prettiest or the skinniest girl, but I love me. I feel a portrait where my emotions are shown is better than any generic, “look here and say cheese” photograph.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They say a picture is worth a thousand words, this picture in my opinion is worth so much more than that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every time I look at this picture I remember that day, I remember the people, how much fun we had, and how incredibly happy I was. Nothing can replace that, not even a thousand words.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380555693914620191-1915212632331135831?l=tlk5001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/feeds/1915212632331135831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380555693914620191&amp;postID=1915212632331135831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default/1915212632331135831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default/1915212632331135831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/2008/10/impressionistic-self-portrait.html' title='Impressionistic Self Portrait'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254324966991806012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14325445083879273954'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SOfB06o2p7I/AAAAAAAAABE/3G_pDWkpsaE/s72-c/10-4-2008+2%3B41%3B47+PM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380555693914620191.post-5295770006261652160</id><published>2008-10-01T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:07:28.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family History Comic Strip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="general"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SOPl-dXRCBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PW2VrWNI7bI/s1600-h/Comic+strip.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SOPl-dXRCBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PW2VrWNI7bI/s400/Comic+strip.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252294451640993810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fresh Start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="general"&gt;Since I have no idea where my family came from or why we ended up in Lebanon Pennsylvania I decided to focus on what I consider a significant event that altered my family’s history.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Right before I was born my Papa decided to leave his business and retire, because of this the new owners of the business let my mother go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not long after this the business burnt to the ground.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was at this instance my Papa knew how lucky he was that he had gotten out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A few days later my mom and dad welcomed me to the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since I was the first grandchild I quickly became my Papa’s pride and joy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When my mother had to work, my Grandparents and Aunt Brenda took turns watching me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the end I feel truly blessed that I got to be raised by family rather than day care, and my mother finally had to opportunity to go back to school and start a new career as a nail technician working in her sister’s (My Aunt Brenda’s) beauty salon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;22 years later, I consider my grandparents like a second set of parents; I talk to them every day on the phone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My Aunt Brenda is like a third mom, whom I also speak to everyday on the phone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My mom and my aunt still work together as the only employees of my aunt’s extremely successful salon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel like the fire affected all my family, and in turn gave me a wonderful loving environment to grow up in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These days most people are lucky to grow up with two parents, where I grew up with a whole big family (grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, my parents and my sister), and I wouldn’t know who I am without them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380555693914620191-5295770006261652160?l=tlk5001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/feeds/5295770006261652160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380555693914620191&amp;postID=5295770006261652160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default/5295770006261652160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default/5295770006261652160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/2008/10/family-history-comic-strip.html' title='Family History Comic Strip'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254324966991806012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14325445083879273954'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SOPl-dXRCBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PW2VrWNI7bI/s72-c/Comic+strip.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380555693914620191.post-4488685527205743562</id><published>2008-09-09T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:01:50.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Woman's World"-The Wombman Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SMa5SM3B3OI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LFItdWzQBaw/s1600-h/Club+Wombman+.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SMa5SM3B3OI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LFItdWzQBaw/s400/Club+Wombman+.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244082538460339426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SMa4PwBRSgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vOWeY4_FJsE/s1600-h/Key.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SMa4PwBRSgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vOWeY4_FJsE/s320/Key.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244081396847299074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Wombman Club&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This Club is located amongst the Man World.  This Club is for women only, an opportunity for women to escape a masculine world and indulge in everything feminine.  A woman enters though the arch at the tip of the building; from there she enters the detoxification room. In the detoxification room a woman and remove her heels, change into sweats, removes her makeup and “let her hair down.” A woman has detoxified she can enter though the curved door into the club.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;The walls around the curved door are coved in a mirror like material that reflects only the positives in each individual woman, allowing her to see all her positives and reflect upon how perfect she really is, without the fancy clothing, heels and makeup.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Once inside you can follow the walls around to the right or left. Along all the outside walls is a never ending sofa. You can see a picture of this sofa within the key.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the left and right side you will find wonderful gardens. At the entrance of each garden is a fountain that was put there to represent the fountain of youth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The fountains are the blue circles and the orange flowers represent the gardens.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Farther down the left hand side you can see a green circle with a dot in the middle, this represents a restaurant. The furniture for the restaurant can be seen on the key. This restaurant only serves comfort food, including ice cream and chocolate. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;         If a woman goes to the right hand side she will find a complete spa experience. The R’s at the bottom of both the left and right side is where you will find a restroom.  When leaving the building one must return to the detoxification room to re-apply all the things that she removed before entering the main room. When leaving much like when entering the wall where the exit is also covered with mirrors, except these mirrors shows the rough truth, it shows all the flaws, and wrinkles and toll a man’s world puts on a woman’s body. This building gives women a place to escape all the pressures that a man’s world puts onto them, and enjoy truly being themselves without all the make-up and clothing that many women hid behind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380555693914620191-4488685527205743562?l=tlk5001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/feeds/4488685527205743562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380555693914620191&amp;postID=4488685527205743562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default/4488685527205743562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default/4488685527205743562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/2008/09/womans-world-wombman-club.html' title='&quot;Woman&apos;s World&quot;-The Wombman Club'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254324966991806012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14325445083879273954'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXaw13N31rQ/SMa5SM3B3OI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LFItdWzQBaw/s72-c/Club+Wombman+.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380555693914620191.post-2640052919197849801</id><published>2008-09-09T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:40:38.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My version of Sappho's Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Zeus appears to be he &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The one who hears and sees&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Who my beloved one be&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With your sight I lose all might&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Words I no longer speak &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For within your sight I grow week&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My limbs have no shape &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For within you sight my body drapes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Upon the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;grass&lt;/span&gt; I lie &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For within you sight I appear to die&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My eyes can see no more&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For you I adore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380555693914620191-2640052919197849801?l=tlk5001.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/feeds/2640052919197849801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380555693914620191&amp;postID=2640052919197849801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default/2640052919197849801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380555693914620191/posts/default/2640052919197849801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlk5001.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-version-of-sapphos-poem.html' title='My version of Sappho&apos;s Poem'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254324966991806012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14325445083879273954'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>