<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:35:34.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jane for short</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1311</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-107152575206092570</id><published>2003-12-15T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T14:03:47.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving</title><summary type='text'>I'm switching off blogspot's servers and can be found again at janeforshort.net.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/107152575206092570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/107152575206092570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#107152575206092570' title='moving'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-107117465545433264</id><published>2003-12-11T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T12:31:41.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>agency</title><summary type='text'>I might decide to be a literary agent after all. If you've written a book, I want to read it. Unless it's about sports. Or killing. Or babies. Or cars. Or war. But if it's about something else, and especially if it's fiction, I'd like to read it. Email me at janeforshort.net.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/107117465545433264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/107117465545433264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#107117465545433264' title='agency'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-107109692327614140</id><published>2003-12-10T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T14:56:54.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>work xmas party</title><summary type='text'>My company Christmas party is tomorrow night, and like Kristin, I have no date. This is primarily in response to last year's work party date experience...

I didn't really know anyone at work yet, and the person I brought with me didn't have much interest in being there, aside from keeping me company. We were also in the middle of a raw foods cleanse that prevented us from eating anything at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/107109692327614140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/107109692327614140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#107109692327614140' title='work xmas party'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-107100834157175891</id><published>2003-12-09T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T13:12:22.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rosie thomas</title><summary type='text'>Tonight I'm going to see Rosie Thomas with Willo. Rosie Thomas was the first show Willo and I ever went to together. We'd never met, and in proper blind date fashion, we both had escape plans; if our designated rescuers got a call from our cell phones but there was no one there, they would know they should call us and claim an emergency so we'd have an excuse to leave. Luckily, neither of us set </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/107100834157175891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/107100834157175891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#107100834157175891' title='rosie thomas'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-107098931316322597</id><published>2003-12-09T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T09:02:37.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kat hunter</title><summary type='text'>Is the best person to have late-night tea with. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/107098931316322597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/107098931316322597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#107098931316322597' title='kat hunter'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-107092719726793556</id><published>2003-12-08T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T14:24:24.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>last seen</title><summary type='text'>I'm in a fit of pre-birthday nostalgia. I wonder where people went. If you know where any of these people are, hook me up!
Andrea Middleton: Last seen moving from Portland to St. Thomas, worked with me at Greenpeace. A poet. Teaches English as a Second Language to Spanish speakers.
Casey Ray: First name actually Catherine. Grew up in Johnstown, PA, went to Penn State, last seen somewhere around</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/107092719726793556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/107092719726793556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#107092719726793556' title='last seen'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-107091057856782583</id><published>2003-12-08T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T11:10:22.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>books by men</title><summary type='text'>When I finished The Mystery Roast, I wanted to read more novels by men about relationships; I was fascinated by the workings of the male mind in that book. That night while I waited for Doug to meet me for dinner, I browsed at Aardvark Books, and picked up a novel called Ever After by Edwardo Jackson. It wasn't quite what I expected.

The jacket copy and the first page both seemed similar in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/107091057856782583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/107091057856782583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#107091057856782583' title='books by men'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-107086633076130137</id><published>2003-12-07T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T22:52:53.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend highlights</title><summary type='text'>The heat works again. I interviewed 5 potential housemates, really liked two of them, liked another two, and was uninterested in one. Angus is home. Kat is home. Merlin and Madeline threw a fun party. The pet food store lady hit on me again. Sarah is home. Hillary is home, and we had noodles and soup at the Citrus Club. I was hungover a bit today. I forgot I was out of basil when I made Kristin </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/107086633076130137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/107086633076130137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#107086633076130137' title='weekend highlights'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-107056641229154998</id><published>2003-12-04T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T13:19:30.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mystery Roast</title><summary type='text'>I finished a book last night called The Mystery Roast. It didn't grab me right away; I bought it from the remainder room at Stacey's to read on the train, and beginning it at lunch that day I thought to myself, "Well, this seems pretty well-written, but maybe not such a fascinating story." Oh, how wrong I was. Publishers Weekly says this about the book (because I hate writing synopses):During a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/107056641229154998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/107056641229154998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#107056641229154998' title='The Mystery Roast'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-107049730580186067</id><published>2003-12-03T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T16:22:24.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>home sweet home</title><summary type='text'>I'll be looking for a new roommate sometime after the new year. Know anyone who's looking? 

Unrelated: the heat is broken again. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/107049730580186067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/107049730580186067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#107049730580186067' title='home sweet home'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-107040864686347207</id><published>2003-12-02T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T20:41:00.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chronicle book recommendations</title><summary type='text'>Someone wrote and asked me if there were any books on sale that I would recommend. He also asked if I got a percentage or anything, like on Amazon Associates. 

No, I don't get anything for sending you to Chronicle. Chronicle's web site isn't that savvy, to be perfectly honest. Anyway. Here are some things we're selling that I think are kind of cool, or that have been popular:

Robota, by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/107040864686347207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/107040864686347207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#107040864686347207' title='chronicle book recommendations'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-107038245226274839</id><published>2003-12-02T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T11:26:09.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty cheap books</title><summary type='text'>Hi. My company, Chronicle Books, is running a special deal for two days starting today. Everything on the web site is 40% off. You don't need any special codes or anything. The deal goes through December 4th. We were all told we should share it with our friends and family. Well, you may not all be friends or family to me, but if you care enough to keep checking this page to see what I've written </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/107038245226274839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/107038245226274839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#107038245226274839' title='pretty cheap books'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-107021508153667849</id><published>2003-11-30T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T09:58:36.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>diseased: AND</title><summary type='text'>I suffer from AND: Associative Nostalgia Disorder. Everything reminds me of something else. New people remind me of old friends. Bands remind me of other bands. Going to a restaurant reminds me of other times I was there. The primary (and unfortunate) symptom of this disorder is the sufferer's unbearable tendency to answer almost any statement or situation with, "And one time..." I know I should </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/107021508153667849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/107021508153667849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#107021508153667849' title='diseased: AND'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106989132921388851</id><published>2003-11-26T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T09:08:11.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>as promised to my lame friend</title><summary type='text'>He was 5'9" tall, an inch shorter than usual due to being weighed down with embarrassment and contrition. He wore a buttoned-up denim jacket. He carried a midsize bag over his shoulder. His hair was mussed as if frustrated fingers had combed it repeatedly. He kept me waiting for an hour and a half at the House of Shields, and didn't even call to tell me he'd be late until an hour had already </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106989132921388851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106989132921388851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106989132921388851' title='as promised to my lame friend'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106965567391929582</id><published>2003-11-23T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T22:35:03.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flashback</title><summary type='text'>The other night I had the weirdest dream. I went back to work as an IA at SpireMedia. Except it was in San Francisco. And only three of the same people worked there. And my old boss Paul had become sort of an Obi-Wan Kenobi of design, and would materialize in the middle of a project to remind the visual designers to align, align, align. In the dream I couldn't figure out where everyone else I'd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106965567391929582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106965567391929582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106965567391929582' title='flashback'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106965318755720444</id><published>2003-11-23T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T21:53:37.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>scrabble</title><summary type='text'>Props to Rahul, who not only held his own when we played yesterday, but used all seven letters to spell "diagonal" toward the end of the game when such opportunities were slim. Good work.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106965318755720444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106965318755720444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106965318755720444' title='scrabble'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106952273064413814</id><published>2003-11-22T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T09:39:18.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ha ha</title><summary type='text'>Mac Eye for the Windows Guy. Via Brad.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106952273064413814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106952273064413814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106952273064413814' title='ha ha'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106937775539720973</id><published>2003-11-20T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T17:23:01.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heat</title><summary type='text'>We finally have heat again in our house, after two weeks without it. I believe this will lead to my resuming normal life. 

Everyone wants to know what I'm doing for Thanksgiving. I'm cleaning my house.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106937775539720973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106937775539720973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106937775539720973' title='heat'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106882566536589180</id><published>2003-11-14T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T08:01:25.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lonely street</title><summary type='text'>This song has been occupying my consciousness for the last week and a half. I hear it in my head all the time. Granted, it's catchy, and lord knows I love Pete Krebs and think he has one of the best voices ever, but I am getting to the point where I almost wish I could press next on my mental soundtrack. Listen to the song (click link above); isn't it catchy?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106882566536589180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106882566536589180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106882566536589180' title='lonely street'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106874346074191513</id><published>2003-11-13T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T09:11:19.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>apologies in the same vein</title><summary type='text'>From age 23, to Karen, who was my best friend for a while. I don't know where she is these days. 
Dear Karen, I'm sorry that I slept with Brian. You said it was okay and that I should go for it,  you said your crush on him was long time gone, and you had a boyfriend at the time. But our friendship disappeared shortly thereafter and I can only think that had something to do with it. So I'm sorry </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106874346074191513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106874346074191513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106874346074191513' title='apologies in the same vein'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106868584674004042</id><published>2003-11-12T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T17:12:55.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>apologies</title><summary type='text'>When I was a girl, I didn't know what to do with attention from boys. If I thought they liked me more than as a friend I would freak out and cut them out of my life. There are millions of reasons why I did this, not the least of which include fears of attachment, abandonment, and pregnancy. When I was 16 I met this guy at my first summer job who was a little older and going to Tufts. He worked on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106868584674004042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106868584674004042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106868584674004042' title='apologies'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106856621411271315</id><published>2003-11-11T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T08:24:38.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Merriam-Webster,</title><summary type='text'>Hi. I am writing to express my disappointment that McJobs was pulled from the new words section of your web site. Surely a cororate entity does not have control over the speech habits of millions of people. Your job is simply to report those speech habits; you're not determining how the speakers should use the words you report. Thus, McDonald's should have no legal complaint against you. As worst</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106856621411271315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106856621411271315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106856621411271315' title='Dear Merriam-Webster,'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106856412202008772</id><published>2003-11-11T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T07:21:59.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new show</title><summary type='text'>Unlike most of America, I have never seen Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure I would find it funny. I just don't have cable. 

I still won't have cable when Straight Plan for the Gay Man comes out, but I might have to ask someone to let me come over and see it, as it sounds hysterical.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106856412202008772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106856412202008772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106856412202008772' title='new show'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106852556404995037</id><published>2003-11-10T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T20:40:00.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crap!</title><summary type='text'>I hate it when a book that's supposed to be a fun/guilty-pleasure time-killer on the train turns into an analysis of all my fears and habits and bad choices and history. Any ex-boyfriend who still wonders what the fuck was wrong with me anyway, but knows the sun will likely rise in the west before I fess up to anything being wrong with me, could go and read Girls' Poker Night. It nails me dead-on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106852556404995037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106852556404995037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106852556404995037' title='crap!'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106850785784578712</id><published>2003-11-10T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T15:45:09.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pants</title><summary type='text'>I am wearing bright blue corduroy pants today. They flare out at the lower leg more than I'd like, and they have a hammer loop on the left hip (I can't figure out why it's there). What was I thinking? Why did I buy these? 

I think I bought them because they reminded me of the Garanimals of my youth.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106850785784578712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106850785784578712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106850785784578712' title='pants'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106844737179696104</id><published>2003-11-09T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T08:04:29.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last few days</title><summary type='text'>On Thursday I was to pick up Rahul at the BART station at 5:30ish. I was a bit early, so I pulled over on 24th (at Mission) in front of an alley to wait for him with my hazards and the radio on. 25 minutes later, just as he finally turned up (we didn't see each other for about 15 minutes) my battery died. My car battery. No go car. Thank you to Willo for coming to jumpstart me, and for taking me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106844737179696104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106844737179696104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106844737179696104' title='the last few days'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106816677281165313</id><published>2003-11-06T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T16:59:30.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new motto</title><summary type='text'>"What'll it hurt?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106816677281165313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106816677281165313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106816677281165313' title='my new motto'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106814816860773760</id><published>2003-11-06T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T15:14:32.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the week so far</title><summary type='text'>On Monday, Kristin came over. We had artichoke tortellini with tomato/red pepper sauce, vanilla ice cream with raspberries, and we watched Next Stop Wonderland (one of my favorite movies and the one I still think of as Hope Davis's best role). 

On Tuesday, Willo came over. I made salmon (in white wine, lemon, garlic and dill), green beans (with almonds, lemon, white wine, basil and oregano), </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106814816860773760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106814816860773760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106814816860773760' title='the week so far'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106787683232117771</id><published>2003-11-03T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T08:34:09.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend update</title><summary type='text'>Janeforshort.net email works again. If you sent me mail between Tuesday and Saturday, I may not have received it.

At work my department dressed up as Hula Honeys on Friday for the company-wide Halloween contest. We even gave a hula demonstration (possible b/c my boss is from Hawaii and knew a simple song and dance we could all do). We won the contest!

Friday night I skipped all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106787683232117771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106787683232117771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106787683232117771' title='weekend update'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106756392572417082</id><published>2003-10-30T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T17:32:04.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not ignoring you...</title><summary type='text'>My mail is not working right this second, and if you emailed me today, I won't get it.
Email me for now at tigersandcake.com.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106756392572417082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106756392572417082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106756392572417082' title='i&apos;m not ignoring you...'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-10675561844200882</id><published>2003-10-30T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T15:23:03.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy</title><summary type='text'>Have been kind of sick lately. Also have a lot to do. Also supposed to find a grass skirt by tomorrow. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/10675561844200882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/10675561844200882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#10675561844200882' title='busy'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106740709153698288</id><published>2003-10-28T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T21:58:10.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>day/night</title><summary type='text'>I had the worst day. Actually, the day part was okay. Correction: I had the worst evening.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106740709153698288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106740709153698288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106740709153698288' title='day/night'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106737928737872598</id><published>2003-10-28T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T14:14:46.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the move</title><summary type='text'>If you're wondering why I haven't posted anything about the Phantom Planet/Ben Lee show, it's because it still makes me shiver just thinking about it, it was so good. 

In the meantime, an alert: I'm switching servers for me (janeforshort.net) and Sarah (smokeandashes.blogspot.com), so if our sites disappear briefly sometime in the next couple of days, don't be discouraged. They'll be right </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106737928737872598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106737928737872598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106737928737872598' title='on the move'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106727035949102662</id><published>2003-10-27T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T07:59:19.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday: pumpkin grill and carving</title><summary type='text'>On Sunday some people came over for pumpkin carving. It was a smaller gathering than usual, and of the eight people who came, only three were web people. Less than fifty percent! I think that's a first for a party at my house. Berndt, Carrie, Myrrisa and Russ did traditional jack o'lanterns. Rick did a Mr. T version. Willo outshone everyone by producing a White-Stripes-ish band scene. The rest of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106727035949102662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106727035949102662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106727035949102662' title='sunday: pumpkin grill and carving'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106703557754392936</id><published>2003-10-24T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T15:46:15.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazon follow-up</title><summary type='text'>However (see below), if you seach for "It is a truth universally acknowledged," Pride and Prejudice does not come up first. It is 9th on the list. It would be cool if the text search cross-referenced Bartlett's Quotations, so anything that was listed with an original quote would shoot to the top of the results when the quoted phrase was searched for. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106703557754392936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106703557754392936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106703557754392936' title='Amazon follow-up'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106692398886085185</id><published>2003-10-23T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T08:46:28.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazon's new thing</title><summary type='text'>Well, they did it: search inside the book is ready. I tried it by entering "oh happy dagger," and indeed, the first result was Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, followed by an excerpt where that text appears in the work. Pretty snazzy, Amazon. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106692398886085185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106692398886085185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106692398886085185' title='Amazon&apos;s new thing'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106686184667074850</id><published>2003-10-22T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T15:31:17.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh happy dagger</title><summary type='text'>NPR : Elliot Smith Dead in Apparent Suicide. I used to see him for $5 in Portland pre-big-album. What a bummer that someone would feel the need to inflict a single stab wound to their chest as an exit strategy. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106686184667074850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106686184667074850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106686184667074850' title='oh happy dagger'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106677583356172368</id><published>2003-10-21T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T15:37:13.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>disaster averted</title><summary type='text'>A nice young man off craigslist is selling me tickets. Phew. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106677583356172368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106677583356172368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106677583356172368' title='disaster averted'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106670437594229826</id><published>2003-10-20T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T19:46:15.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK!!!</title><summary type='text'>I forgot to buy tickets to see Phantom Planet at Bottom of the Hill on Saturday. Can ANYONE get me tickets?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106670437594229826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106670437594229826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106670437594229826' title='FUCK!!!'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106670418450456915</id><published>2003-10-20T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T19:43:04.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scary things you learn when talking about boys with your mom</title><summary type='text'>My mother likes Bon Jovi.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106670418450456915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106670418450456915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106670418450456915' title='scary things you learn when talking about boys with your mom'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106668233532840741</id><published>2003-10-20T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T13:38:54.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock &amp; Roll Spelling Bee</title><summary type='text'>Wednesday, come to the Rock &amp; Roll Spelling Bee, a fundraiser for National Novel Writing Month &amp; Music in Schools Today, pitting local musicians against local music critics for mediocre prizes and minuscule amounts of fame and glory. Bands will play between rounds: Citizens Here and Abroad, Excuses For Skipping, Snowday, and Revenge! I'll be there, will you??</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106668233532840741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106668233532840741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106668233532840741' title='Rock &amp; Roll Spelling Bee'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106642619597380470</id><published>2003-10-17T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T07:10:49.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>conversation we had to memorize in 9th grade spanish I</title><summary type='text'>-Hola, Mariana, Feliz Navidad.
-Feliz Navidad, Paula. Que tal?
-Hace sol y hace mucho calor. 
-Vamos a la playa! 
-Que bueno!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106642619597380470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106642619597380470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106642619597380470' title='conversation we had to memorize in 9th grade spanish I'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106642574051997261</id><published>2003-10-17T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T17:34:57.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the secret language of waitresses</title><summary type='text'>Post removed b/c Doug is a pain the ass sometimes. &lt;!-- To cover the bill, we needed 26 bucks. Doug and I each threw in a 20. I then took out my twenty and replaced it with 13, which I'd just realized I had. Doug took the three singles and looked confusedly at the pile of money. I took one back from him and put it back on the pile, and told him to get five in change from the waitress from what we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106642574051997261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106642574051997261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106642574051997261' title='the secret language of waitresses'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106640054881747828</id><published>2003-10-17T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T07:22:28.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good morning</title><summary type='text'>I'm wearing my Red Sox T-shirt to show my solidarity with poor Sarah, who was distraught when she got home last night, and whom I rode with to work on the train today. The wisdom of this move is questionable, I now realize. I've been getting funny looks all morning...at the station, at the coffee shop, on the sidewalk. I wonder if the lookers think I am a day off on scheduling, and somehow missed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106640054881747828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106640054881747828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106640054881747828' title='good morning'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106636115173930902</id><published>2003-10-16T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T21:47:44.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baseball: why everyone hates me right now</title><summary type='text'>We all do things that are inappropriate. Or maybe they're not even inappropriate, they just don't fit with others' pre-conceived notions of how things should be. Like Chris, who bangs on the drums for an angst-ridden song with a huge grin on his face. Not what you'd expect. 

Like me, who thinks this World Series game is great, since the two teams I like are the Yankees and the Red Sox, so I'll</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106636115173930902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106636115173930902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106636115173930902' title='baseball: why everyone hates me right now'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106626490062231406</id><published>2003-10-15T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T17:42:08.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>merlin's funny joke, a week and a half old</title><summary type='text'>Merlin, Lane and I walk with The Driver toward his car. 
Merlin (to Driver): Which car is yours?
Driver (pointing): That one.
Merlin: You drive a BMW?!
Driver: Yes.
Merlin: Oh, were they out of penises that day?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106626490062231406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106626490062231406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106626490062231406' title='merlin&apos;s funny joke, a week and a half old'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106625918006552285</id><published>2003-10-15T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T07:04:42.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding report</title><summary type='text'>This will probably be annoying to read, but it might be fun to write, and since I am home sick in bed yet again, I'm going to wallow in self-indulgence and write a fun report on the weekend festivities.

On Friday, it was pre-wedding-jitters drinks at the Hotel Adagio. I took the train over with Doug and wore a funky, sparkly dress. Had much fun seeing everyone who'd gathered, not to mention </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106625918006552285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106625918006552285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106625918006552285' title='wedding report'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106619200749268280</id><published>2003-10-14T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T21:26:47.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NGB writeoff sample</title><summary type='text'>My girls' night girls have been going through a lot of blowoffs lately. Meaning, they keep meeting NGBs. You know, "Nice Guy, But..." Being the one who often chimes in with suggestions for how to break the news kindly but with no room for negotiation, I started thinking today as I lay on my sickbed, that maybe all the niceness is superfluous. Does Girl 1's guy really need to know that she's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106619200749268280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106619200749268280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106619200749268280' title='NGB writeoff sample'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106610213934321068</id><published>2003-10-13T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T20:28:59.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whine</title><summary type='text'>I hate having a fever: shiver, sweat, shiver, sweat. I also hate not having a voice. Not to mention feeling like I've been run over by a truck. The inability to swallow is aggravating, too. So since I'm in such a bad, sick-person mood, I will hold off writing about the weekend until I'm not shivering/sweating/shivering/sweating.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106610213934321068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106610213934321068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106610213934321068' title='whine'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106571048882958359</id><published>2003-10-09T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T07:41:28.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my week</title><summary type='text'>My week has been not very exciting. I've mainly been going to bed early with a book. I've bailed on all potential social engagements this week: concerts, museum visits, movies. Work has been extra-busy since losing two employees (and since we remaining have had to take on that work in addition to what we already had) last week, and I've just not felt like going out at night.  Plus I figure this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106571048882958359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106571048882958359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106571048882958359' title='my week'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106558717586951269</id><published>2003-10-07T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T21:26:15.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>election</title><summary type='text'>Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106558717586951269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106558717586951269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106558717586951269' title='election'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106545373305995465</id><published>2003-10-06T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T08:22:12.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend update</title><summary type='text'>Let's see. 
Friday: Got hit hard by a cold that had been hanging around the edges for awhile, and went straight to bed when I got home from work. This was right after having my one year review at work. They said I done good, and gave me a raise. And yet I still make over $20K less than at my last job. Ah, the sacrifices we make to work in book publishing. 
Woke up at 8:06pm, 9 minutes before </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106545373305995465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106545373305995465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106545373305995465' title='weekend update'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106511747882857034</id><published>2003-10-02T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T10:22:24.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>snuff tv</title><summary type='text'>This is absolutely horrifying, that this would be considered entertainment. A game of Russian Roulette with a real, loaded gun is slated to be broadcast live on British television this Sunday in what is being billed as the ultimate reality-TV stunt. Why this is okay, and even encouraged, is utterly beyond me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106511747882857034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106511747882857034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106511747882857034' title='snuff tv'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106510778302513296</id><published>2003-10-02T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T08:16:42.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>book</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I read a cute little book called Namedropper.  Here's what the jacket notes say:Meet Viva Cohen: her bedroom walls are plastered with posters of silver-screen legends, and underneath her school uniform she wears vintage thigh-high stockings. Her best friends are a drugged-out beauty queen and an aging rock star. She lives in London with her gay uncle Manny. 

A bitingly funny and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106510778302513296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106510778302513296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106510778302513296' title='book'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106510712318508872</id><published>2003-10-02T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T08:05:23.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waking up</title><summary type='text'>As the sunrise has been getting later and later in the morning, so has it been getting more and more difficult for me to get up early for work. That 6:26am train is harder to catch when I'm fumbling around in the dark, trying to be quiet so I don't wake up my sleeping roommates. I miss the early summer sunrise...I used to wake up from the light coming in my window a good half-hour before the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106510712318508872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106510712318508872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106510712318508872' title='waking up'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106496060369667281</id><published>2003-09-30T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T15:25:54.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><summary type='text'>Saturday: Saw Lost in Translation with Sarah. Went to Jee's where her mom made us a Korean feast. Caught up on gossip there with Kat and Willo.

Sunday: Went to the river with Ashley. Caught up on gossip. Read. Saw two snakes in the river. And Naked Guy Tom. 

Monday: Went to Lit at the Canvas. Kevin made me read a personal ad asking everybody to fuck each other already. Min Jung cracked up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106496060369667281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106496060369667281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106496060369667281' title='update'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106484599928792274</id><published>2003-09-29T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T07:33:33.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>really horrific monday</title><summary type='text'>This will be a workday that I need to consume a lot of smarties. It's 7:30am and I'm already on pack 2. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106484599928792274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106484599928792274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106484599928792274' title='really horrific monday'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106464870522687708</id><published>2003-09-27T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T00:46:01.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heavy nova</title><summary type='text'>Last year around Halloween I wanted Ev to go as Robert Palmer and me and a few girlfriends to be the Addicted to Love girls. Now that Robert Palmer has died, would that be a better or worse costume idea, I wonder?

When I lived with Andy in Bellingham, he used to play Sneakin' Sally through the Alley over and over and over again while he practiced the bass line. 

I just got home from Willo's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106464870522687708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106464870522687708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106464870522687708' title='heavy nova'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106442213541409462</id><published>2003-09-24T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T09:48:55.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><summary type='text'>Friday: I missed my company picnic. My boss and I waited for the shuttle bus to come for over an hour, but it never came back. Eventually she decided we should just go home. Suddenly I had a lot of sushi to eat (what I was bringing to the picnic).  

Saturday: Jee and I went to Fisherman's Wharf and ate crab cakes and played games at the Musee Mechanique. I kicked her ass in skee-ball, she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106442213541409462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106442213541409462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106442213541409462' title='update'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106429014565844706</id><published>2003-09-22T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T21:09:05.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>placeholder</title><summary type='text'>When I am not so sleepy, I will post a weekend report covering: missing my company picnic; skipping yoga; getting crab cakes and going to the beach; a bachelorette party; the sxsf bbq. But for now, I am going back to sleep.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106429014565844706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106429014565844706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106429014565844706' title='placeholder'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106400599223829427</id><published>2003-09-19T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T00:59:25.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>plans</title><summary type='text'>Today is my company picnic, so off I go. Tonight is Rainer Maria with Willo. Tomorrow is yoga and the beach with Jee, then Maggie's bachelorette. Sunday is the sxsw reunion bbq. If you went to sxsw and live in the bay area, you should come. Email me if you weren't on the list...I know I forgot people as I was in a rush when I made the invite. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106400599223829427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106400599223829427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106400599223829427' title='plans'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106400587876540029</id><published>2003-09-19T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T14:11:18.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last weekend's update</title><summary type='text'>Last Friday was my monthly girls' night. As we gossiped about all the stuff we don't put on our blogs because someone untoward would be likely to read it, we realized what we needed was a secret girls' night blog. Password protected, all that jazz, just for us. So now we have one. 

Last Saturday I went to the sandcastle-building at Moss Beach with all the others. That night I wore a short </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106400587876540029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106400587876540029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106400587876540029' title='last weekend&apos;s update'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106377756130541602</id><published>2003-09-16T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T22:46:00.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anniversary</title><summary type='text'>I've been contemplative today. It was my one-year anniversary at work. Until now I'd never worked anywhere for longer than 11 months, so naturally I've been examining my accomplishments and goals and all that jazz. A year ago today was also the night (post-first-day-drinks) I decided it would be okay to kiss my best friend (thus beginning months of shilly-shallying before eventually/recently </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106377756130541602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106377756130541602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106377756130541602' title='anniversary'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106360123514841197</id><published>2003-09-14T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T21:54:04.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch</title><summary type='text'>My wrists are both in a very bad way, despite wearing my old splint today to try and coddle the left one. Tomorrow I will call a hand surgeon and make an appointment. Sigh. Well, it lasted two years post-surgery. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106360123514841197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106360123514841197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106360123514841197' title='ouch'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106339054627128099</id><published>2003-09-12T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T11:19:54.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no!</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe Jack Tripper is gone. John Ritter died. And so did Johnny Cash.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106339054627128099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106339054627128099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106339054627128099' title='oh no!'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106320847265084152</id><published>2003-09-10T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T08:53:06.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back in the saddle</title><summary type='text'>I called in sick yesterday and stayed in bed recovering from my vacation. I didn't even get dressed until 6 pm. Today I am back at work. It's weird.

Tonight is my monthly girls' night. Instead of going out this month, I'm cooking for the gang, once again using my pretty new grill (which, I might add, a number of people salivated over on Sunday). I'm doing Cuban food tonight: marinated grilled </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106320847265084152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106320847265084152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106320847265084152' title='back in the saddle'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106308191295407222</id><published>2003-09-08T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T21:33:00.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to sum up</title><summary type='text'>Friday: Took Mom downtown, took a cable car to Fisherman's Wharf, ate crab cakes. Took F train home and watched movie. Skipped the night out that proved to be a major social event. As I was busy having a major self-esteem crisis, just as well.

Saturday: Went to Muir Woods, Stinson Beach, Trader Joe's. Watched a movie with Mom, then another with Sarah and Kathleen.

Sunday: Went shopping with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106308191295407222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106308191295407222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106308191295407222' title='to sum up'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106281668224204099</id><published>2003-09-05T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T19:51:22.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gay marriage</title><summary type='text'>CNN is taking a poll here to gauge public reaction on the definition of marriage: should it be limited to heterosexuals? As Bush wants to enact legislation that will say yes, it is the dominion of heterosexuals only, please take a second and scroll down to the QUICKVOTE and vote.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106281668224204099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106281668224204099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106281668224204099' title='gay marriage'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106272662555389110</id><published>2003-09-04T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T18:56:35.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shake shake shake</title><summary type='text'>We just had a big fat earthquake (okay, not so big, but 3.9)! And it was just hours after I told my mom there wouldn't be any while she was here, that I hadn't really ever felt it here more than a truck rumbling by. And she slept through it!

(Sarah and I, on the other hand, thought a car had run into the house or something.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106272662555389110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106272662555389110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106272662555389110' title='shake shake shake'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106269761624342315</id><published>2003-09-04T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T10:47:59.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hurry hurry</title><summary type='text'>My mother will be here in two hours. It's the first time she's ever flown to any of my many locations to visit. Let's see how I'm doing on the pre-visit cleaning agenda...
bathroom: check
bedroom: mostly check
kitchen: sort of check
living room: unchecked
laundry: checking
car: don't ask

And I'm off to the Oakland airport.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106269761624342315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106269761624342315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106269761624342315' title='hurry hurry'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106264560536370927</id><published>2003-09-03T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T22:49:50.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>willo the shutterbug</title><summary type='text'>   Willo posted pictures from our Sunday afternoon. 




</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106264560536370927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106264560536370927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106264560536370927' title='willo the shutterbug'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106255548646060007</id><published>2003-09-02T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T19:18:06.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wish</title><summary type='text'>Happy birthday to one of the more beautiful women I know, Kat Hunter.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106255548646060007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106255548646060007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106255548646060007' title='wish'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106246037034427348</id><published>2003-09-01T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T16:52:50.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ow a lot</title><summary type='text'>So much for using today to catch up on all the errands I meant to do Saturday. I have spent the entirety of today in bed nursing a pained face/head/neck. I am just now getting up to try and eat something. And then it will be back to bed for me. Ouch. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106246037034427348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106246037034427348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106246037034427348' title='ow a lot'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106240162702042013</id><published>2003-09-01T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T00:36:09.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday in the east bay</title><summary type='text'>Today (well, technically yesterday) I went to Oakland. Willo and I went for the free concert in the park to see Matt Nathanson and Guster. We stood in line to get a picture of Willo with Matt, who totally remembered his number one fan when she got to the front of the line. "Willo!" he exclaimed when he saw her, opening his arms for a hug. I took their picture, very cute.

We also got ice cream </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106240162702042013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106240162702042013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106240162702042013' title='sunday in the east bay'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106230203193028154</id><published>2003-08-30T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T20:53:52.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday</title><summary type='text'>I accomplished nothing today. In fact, I didn't even leave the house. In fact, I didn't even get dressed, deciding after my shower that I would spend the day at home in pajamas. It was kind of overcast and cold, so I heated up the eggplant I made last night, and watched movies and took naps with my cats all day. 

It was very relaxing, as intended, but now I feel like I have way too much to do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106230203193028154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106230203193028154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106230203193028154' title='saturday'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106217737854863943</id><published>2003-08-29T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T10:21:35.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lucia y el sexo</title><summary type='text'>Last night Sarah and I watched Sex and Lucia, and aside from the fact that a couple of scenes were basically soft porn (for example, showing a hand job, a hardening penis emerging from the foreskin, etc), it was a really really great movie. Beautiful photography, interesting/original story that ties up neatly and satisfyingly in the end, good acting, pretty sounds (it's in Spanish with subtitles)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106217737854863943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106217737854863943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106217737854863943' title='lucia y el sexo'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106208307859539797</id><published>2003-08-28T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T08:07:15.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why aren't there more songs about thursday?</title><summary type='text'>Last night I had tea with Min Jung, picked up my grill grates, watched Better Off Dead (a forgotten classic!), and smiled when a friend called and sang songs by the Bee Gees to me over the phone. That conversation also spurred me to remember my first computer...a Commodore VIC-20. My big accomplishment on that baby was writing a little program in BASIC to make the colors on the TV (there was no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106208307859539797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106208307859539797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106208307859539797' title='why aren&apos;t there more songs about thursday?'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106201347344965860</id><published>2003-08-27T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T15:12:55.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>need font</title><summary type='text'>Hi everyone. Does anyone out there have the Copperplate Gothic 32 BC font (and/or extended set if applicable) for Windows? If you do, would you like to do a good deed and send it to me? If you send it to me (and it works), I will thank you publicly, and mail you some cookies if you include your mailing address in the email. Thanks. font at janeforshort.net.

Update: got the font. thanks. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106201347344965860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106201347344965860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106201347344965860' title='need font'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106199967711701124</id><published>2003-08-27T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T10:49:44.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>book report</title><summary type='text'>On Monday, I read two books. 

The first book, read on the morning and afternoon trains and finished up directly after getting home (it is a fairly short book), was Good-bye, Mr. Chips by James Hilton. A month or two ago I was browsing with a friend in the bookstore across the street from the Indian restaurant while waiting for our dinner to be ready. The owner of the bookstore suggested two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106199967711701124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106199967711701124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106199967711701124' title='book report'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106193776408201668</id><published>2003-08-26T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T15:42:44.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cookie puss</title><summary type='text'>At Ashley's birthday party on Saturday, there was a contingent of east-coasters. More specifically, a handful of us remembered the commericals on WPIX 11 Alive, channel 13 in Rome. It was a NYC station, so we got commercials for businesses that we didn't know, like electronics emporium Crazy Eddie's (these prices are in-sane), hotel Milford Plaza (jingle sung to the tune of Lullaby of Broadway), </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106193776408201668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106193776408201668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106193776408201668' title='cookie puss'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106191517900462522</id><published>2003-08-26T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T09:44:53.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, I stopped at Starbucks to get a chocolate croissant for breakfast, and was surprised by the music. It was a remix of an R&amp;B version of the Bee Gees' How Can You Mend a Broken Heart. All day long I walked around singing "Hooooow can you stop the sun from shining? What makes the world go round?" And the attendant lalalalalas. Now I really want to listen to the Bee Gees. I am officially </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106191517900462522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106191517900462522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106191517900462522' title='music'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106183223221107156</id><published>2003-08-25T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T10:23:52.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend</title><summary type='text'>Saturday was a busy day. Running around Daly City and Trader Joe's with Doug gave way to sunning on the deck at Willo's, which gave way to putting on a dress and heading to Ashley's birthday dinner with Jee, where there was amazing food spread out for practically miles. The bruschetta with honey-soaked pears, brie and walnuts was my favorite. 

On Sunday I sold my loft bed, and felt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106183223221107156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106183223221107156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106183223221107156' title='weekend'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106167408848646086</id><published>2003-08-23T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T14:30:00.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday</title><summary type='text'>Happy birthday, Blogger.

Last night Kristin and I went to pick up my new grill. It didn't fit through the door at the woman's house, so I had to disassemble it. Then Sarah went with me later to buy a bed, and Willo picked us up to transport it home on her way to borrow some chairs.

Today: errands with Doug, BBQ at Willo's, birthday dinner at Ashley's. 

Tomorrow: inaugural BBQ at my house.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106167408848646086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106167408848646086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106167408848646086' title='saturday'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106156332744460220</id><published>2003-08-22T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T07:42:07.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday anniversary</title><summary type='text'>Dorothy Parker, 1893-1967.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106156332744460220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106156332744460220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106156332744460220' title='birthday anniversary'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106147884526550212</id><published>2003-08-21T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T14:04:05.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ch-ch-ch-ch-changes</title><summary type='text'>The other day I bought a grill. It is green and silver and ooh shiny. Sunday grill-n-swills hereby commence.

Dude is now a roommate. It's funny how dynamics change when another gender is added to a household. I think occasionally some of my usual girl talk with Sarah will be taking place at coffee shops from now on. Too bad neither of us is really a coffee drinker. 

The train tracks near my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106147884526550212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106147884526550212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106147884526550212' title='ch-ch-ch-ch-changes'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106130470554279811</id><published>2003-08-19T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T07:51:45.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good man</title><summary type='text'>I like Paul Newman.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106130470554279811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106130470554279811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106130470554279811' title='good man'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106122646203928185</id><published>2003-08-18T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T10:07:42.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>looks like someone's got a case of the mondays</title><summary type='text'>Sunday I wound up having tea with Molly, and then going to Courtney's for dinner. Blueberry pancakes, mm. 

I'm trying to look on the bright side of the debacle with The Third. If I hadn't gotten the rent lowered in May, I'd have spent another three hundred dollars in rent over the last three months. So the fact that she screwed me for $350 is, in the long run, not so much money, right? Yes, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106122646203928185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106122646203928185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106122646203928185' title='looks like someone&apos;s got a case of the mondays'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106114638405705438</id><published>2003-08-17T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T11:53:36.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>denouement</title><summary type='text'>Saturday morning, I woke up early and cleaned the bathroom and the kitchen. The Third and her boyfriend got up and starting loading stuff into her car. Around 10:30 they sat down in the living room and waited for Nora, my landlord, to get here so The Third could give her the check and keys, which Nora would then give to me. My reinforcements/brunch guests began to arrive around the same time. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106114638405705438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106114638405705438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106114638405705438' title='denouement'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106098334488292424</id><published>2003-08-15T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T14:35:56.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Friday</title><summary type='text'>I finished work today at 11. I sat in the park and finished my book, a Jewish mystery novel, before going to meet Hillary for lunch. Now I've come home and am taking care of a few errands before picking Molly up at the airport. What do you know, The Third is home! She who kept complaining that she had to work all the time and that that was why she couldn't go to the landlord's to drop off a check</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106098334488292424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106098334488292424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106098334488292424' title='Summer Friday'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106082902503941386</id><published>2003-08-13T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T19:48:25.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 plus or minus 2</title><summary type='text'>Once a month on the full moon, I gather together a few of my girlfriends for dinner and drinks. We're all in the 28-32 range, which is nice because it gives us all a somewhat similar perspective on a lot of things, despite our differences in various areas. Our full-moon girls' night, in place for five months now, is the one social event I always make sure gets on my calendar before anything else.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106082902503941386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106082902503941386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106082902503941386' title='30 plus or minus 2'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106078788916874925</id><published>2003-08-13T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T08:24:48.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>silly fox, words are for everyone</title><summary type='text'>I understand trademarks. Mostly because I had a boyfriend who specialized in intellectual property law and whose papers I used to read and edit. I understand making a business name or tagline a trademark, but I think your tagline needs to be something totally original and specific (for example, "Over 1 billion served") to qualify. Trademarking a description like "fair and balanced" is like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106078788916874925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106078788916874925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106078788916874925' title='silly fox, words are for everyone'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106070865572224209</id><published>2003-08-12T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T08:27:56.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>book report</title><summary type='text'>I know I was going to post about A Cleaning Woman, but when I went to bed that night, I realized I had already started another book, so I thought I would finish that first. Trouble is, Hello Darling, Are You Working by Rupert Everett isn't nearly as funny as it should be, and I keep getting bored after a few pages and putting it down. Therefore, it will be some time before I can review A Cleaning</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106070865572224209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106070865572224209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106070865572224209' title='book report'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106070704470428823</id><published>2003-08-12T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T09:50:44.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sarah's birthday night</title><summary type='text'>Last night we had dinner at Esperpento for pretty roommate Sarah's 24th birthday, with Helena, Derek, Jud, Jud's friend Steve, and Dude. Followed up with drinks across the street at the LAC, where we also saw Kat, Jee, Tantek, Amber, Kevin, Suzan, Kathleen, Erin, Baruch (coincidentally), and Chris. The upshot of the night? No more wisecracks about "back when *I* was 23..." </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106070704470428823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106070704470428823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106070704470428823' title='sarah&apos;s birthday night'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106061402347876669</id><published>2003-08-11T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T08:00:23.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wish</title><summary type='text'>An ecstatically happy birthday to my pretty roommate, Sarah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106061402347876669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106061402347876669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106061402347876669' title='wish'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106057863573418853</id><published>2003-08-10T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T10:15:42.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend recap, short version</title><summary type='text'>Well, on Friday I was going to go to Willo's happy hour at Zeitgeist, but at the last minute discovered that Jee had gotten free tickets to Bjork, and that I would get to go with her. She wrote up our evening about as I would so I will just point you in her direction if you wonder what it was like. I will say there were fireworks, flames, many people, beautiful night air, and a very funny guy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106057863573418853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106057863573418853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106057863573418853' title='weekend recap, short version'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106039277173369624</id><published>2003-08-08T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T18:32:51.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>change in plans for tonight</title><summary type='text'>Huh. Free tickets to Bjork. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106039277173369624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106039277173369624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106039277173369624' title='change in plans for tonight'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106035517256789181</id><published>2003-08-08T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T08:06:12.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>strain</title><summary type='text'>My wrists are starting to not work again. This makes me unhappy. I might need surgery again. Yuck. Will make an appointment with my doctor asap to go see a hand person. This time both hands are feeling it, not just my left one. Yuck. 

The Third refuses to pay me her share of the rent. She insists on paying it to Nora, my landlord. This despite the fact that the rent has already been paid. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106035517256789181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106035517256789181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106035517256789181' title='strain'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106027051851283090</id><published>2003-08-07T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T08:47:53.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>de-stressor #2/suicide</title><summary type='text'>A big public thank you to my friend Ashley, who took me out last night and bought me pretty green drinks (Mt. Fuji Appletinis made with sake), vibrated with righteous indignation on my behalf more than once, and then took me to Zachary's for pizza. She said if Tony the limo driver wasn't available, she knew a few people. Maybe even her. It's nice to have a friend you've known since 5th grade, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106027051851283090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106027051851283090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106027051851283090' title='de-stressor #2/suicide'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106023798013878684</id><published>2003-08-06T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T08:08:01.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah</title><summary type='text'>So here's what The Third wrote back to me:
I'm not going to get in a debate with you over 
ethical behavior. So get over yourself and deal with it. 
This will be the last email I reply to you. 
And Sarah, you have the right to stay out of it, but 
that's between you and me, so give me a call if you 
want to talk about it. Like I said before, I'm avoiding 
legal action because I don't want </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106023798013878684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106023798013878684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106023798013878684' title='yeah'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862521.post-106020633902422454</id><published>2003-08-06T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T14:51:57.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i swear i am not making this shit up</title><summary type='text'>So. I see my friends and they say things like, "I can't believe you're having so much trouble with your roommate!" Well, here's a sample of what it's been like to deal with her. This is all email just from today. Last night The Third had not yet paid her rent. Because of this, I covered her share when I went over to sign the new lease with Nora, the landlord. In the exchange that follows I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106020633902422454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862521/posts/default/106020633902422454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeforshort.blogspot.com/index.html#106020633902422454' title='i swear i am not making this shit up'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03504881331827230665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
