<?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-6366535</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:38:26.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>under the bodhi tree</title><subtitle type='html'>"i went to the doctor, i went to the mountains; i looked to the children, i drank from the fountains; there's more than one answer to these questions that keep pointing me in a crooked line..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366535.post-108028765698192834</id><published>2004-03-26T02:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T03:02:15.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sesame Street Newsflash...Unfortunately, I have no Kermit The Frog to read my news for me. ;)  Bad blogger Larissa, not posting for ages...I'm suggesting 50 lashes with a wet noodle for myself.  Anyway, without further ado...Today I got my invite to Ryan and Kat's wedding (although, being part of the bridal party, not a huge surprise :).  I'm really looking forward to it, and some people have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/108028765698192834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/108028765698192834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108028765698192834' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107932328555653831</id><published>2004-03-14T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T23:04:40.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The shit hath hitteth the fan...eth...Props to those who recognized the quote from 10 Things I Hate About You.  And I can certainly think of at least 10 things I hate about my workplace right now...This weekend has included: A distressing revelation about one of Larissa's partners.  A lot of tears.  Two partners barely on speaking terms.  Larissa caught in the middle of it all.  Larissa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107932328555653831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107932328555653831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107932328555653831' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107897129026878494</id><published>2004-03-10T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T21:34:07.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote of the day...From an interview in Time Magazine with Mr. Depp:"The challenge for me is still to do something that hasn't been beaten into the moviegoing consciousness. Otherwise what am I in it for? The dough? Well, the dough is cool, but I don't want to be 85 years old and have my grandkids go, 'Ewwww. Grandpa did some dumb shit.' I'd rather have them say, 'Wow, man, you're nuts!'"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107897129026878494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107897129026878494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107897129026878494' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107888597918672544</id><published>2004-03-09T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T21:36:06.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gotta lay off the peanut butter-and-sardine sandwiches...It's a rare occasion for me to remember my dreams, so I thought I'd share.  I think this one might rival some of Bean's dreams for weirdness.  Much of this dream is probably attributable to the fact that I watched Buffy on Space right before going to sleep...So, there was me.  And another girl (who I didn't recognize).  And we were in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107888597918672544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107888597918672544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107888597918672544' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107855441635714801</id><published>2004-03-06T01:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T01:31:20.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Office politics bite the big one...I hate office politics.  And I hate gossip.  And I hate having to worry about the reaction of other Area Managers, when I want to do something good for my area;  "What?  You can't do that!  You're going to make the rest of us look bad!"  I don't want to play this game - I've never been good at gossip, and "keeping my ear to the ground" and all that other crap </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107855441635714801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107855441635714801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107855441635714801' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107843367671952637</id><published>2004-03-04T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T02:06:38.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A brilliant day for muggles...Wow, these entries are really turning into being all about movies, books and music...(Edited to add - my entry somehow deleted itself.  So now I'm trying to reconstruct.  This bites.)J.K. Rowling did an online chat for World Book Day, and gave away some interesting information (at least for Potter nerds such as myself)!  The full transcript can be read here, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107843367671952637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107843367671952637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107843367671952637' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107826450837741847</id><published>2004-03-02T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T16:59:27.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something Beautiful has happened...I don't know how much other people are out of the media loop, but I didn't know that there was a new Great Big Sea album out -  Something Beautiful hit stores on February 24th.  I read an article about it in the National Post (regrettably, I can't link to it, because of National Post's rules about access for non-subscribers...not that I'd ever want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107826450837741847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107826450837741847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107826450837741847' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107815521587760699</id><published>2004-03-01T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T12:54:26.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oscar, Oscar, Oscar...Well, how'd I do?  Looking at my predictions for the major awards, 6/7 ain't bad (poor Bill...I still love you!  And so does everyone else - great moment with Billy Crystal calling out to him, "No, Bill!  Don't go!").  Although, it really wasn't that hard this year.  It's actually somewhat unsatisfying when the Oscars are this predictable...Moments like Adrien Brody's win </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107815521587760699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107815521587760699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107815521587760699' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107783350354882038</id><published>2004-02-26T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T17:14:34.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, another one...LAYER ONE: -- Name: Larissa Katherine Haluszka-- Birth date: April 2, 1981 (I'm almost 23...eep...)-- Birthplace: Ottawa-- Current Location: Peterborough-- Eye Color: Brown-- Hair Color: Brown-- Height: 5’9’ ish-- Righty or Lefty: Right (hand, not politics)-- Zodiac Sign: AriesLAYER TWO: -- Your heritage: Ukrainian and WASP-- The shoes you wore today: Columbia </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107783350354882038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107783350354882038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107783350354882038' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107783017633991851</id><published>2004-02-26T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T23:06:13.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Surprise, surprise, I've been really sad and angry ever since Bush announced his support for a constitutional amendment prohibiting same sex marriage.  Even though I'm not American, I firmly believe that, as Martin Luther King Jr. put it:Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.And I'm gearing up for the battle if our federal government tries to pull any "notwithstanding" c*** </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107783017633991851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107783017633991851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107783017633991851' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107782826917856684</id><published>2004-02-26T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T15:52:50.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In a break from Oscar frivolity...Soooooooooo...how many people are regretting voting for McGuinty now?  I become happier with my NDP vote with every passing day...Sorbara urged to step downThe RCMP, the Ontario Securities Commission and Canada Customs and Revenue Agency are conducting multiple investigations into the financial affairs of Royal Group Technologies, a major supplier of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107782826917856684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107782826917856684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107782826917856684' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107750758628255381</id><published>2004-02-22T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T23:48:32.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you don't care about Oscars, stop reading now... ;)The SAG (Screen Actors' Guild) Awards were this evening, and three movie awards (Charlize Theron - Best Actress for Monster, Renee Zellweger - Best Supporting Actress for Cold Mountain and Tim Robbins - Best Supporting Actor for Mystic River) were totally predictable.  However, there were two HOLY F*****G C**P awards - 1. Johnny Depp - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107750758628255381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107750758628255381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107750758628255381' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107750241620585419</id><published>2004-02-22T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T21:16:21.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to see 50 First Dates this afternoon - I never thought that Adam Sandler would be capable of being adorable.  Colour me wrong.  I also give the writers kudos for not wrapping everything in the neat bow that I had expected at the end.  It was a very sweet movie - but disappointing, because by focusing more on the love story, and cutting the stupid toilet humour, it could have been really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107750241620585419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107750241620585419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107750241620585419' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107739507680046524</id><published>2004-02-21T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T16:01:28.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For your interest (and in the interests of promoting procrastination):The Mystery of Time and Space</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107739507680046524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107739507680046524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107739507680046524' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107739354055449310</id><published>2004-02-21T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T18:57:21.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reading Week Roundup...Boo and hiss for Reading Week almost being at an end...and this being my last free weekend, probably until April...Reading Week itself was very good.  Greg came up to Peterborough on the 13th.  I engaged in some fun culinary efforts over the weekend (this is an awesome cookbook), including making pancakes from scratch for the first time! (Go me!).  Greg also fixed all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107739354055449310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107739354055449310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107739354055449310' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107661306675806604</id><published>2004-02-12T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T14:33:15.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BARBIE, KEN, SAY IT AIN'T SO!!! (From CNN)It's splitsville for Barbie and KenCouple 'will remain friends,' says MattelBarbie stands alone in a Los Angeles, California, store. She and Ken have broken up, according to Mattel. NEW YORK (AP) -- Just like J.Lo and Ben, the romance is over for Barbie and Ken. After 43 years as one of the world's prettiest pairs, the perfect plastic couple is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107661306675806604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107661306675806604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107661306675806604' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107656000884041552</id><published>2004-02-11T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T23:37:26.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First best friend(s): My friend Aine, from Grade 1 - Grade 5 (I think she might go to Guelph now...)First real memory of something: Walking around my house in Ottawa, while showing it to people who were interested in buying (I was 4-ish)First car: I'll let you knowFirst date: Apart from hanging around school/school dances/being with friends...probably Greg LightFirst real kiss: Hmmm....Greg L</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107656000884041552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107656000884041552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107656000884041552' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107654188797346239</id><published>2004-02-11T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T18:28:25.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I try not to indulge my instinct towards knee-jerk stereotypes of Texans, and those living in the US Bible Belt, I really do.  But then I see something like this, and I just have to shake my head, and wonder just how completely and utterly *backwards* some people (and laws) can be.Texas mom faces trial for selling sex toysDALLAS, Texas (Reuters) -- Joanne Webb is a mother of three, a Baptist,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107654188797346239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107654188797346239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107654188797346239' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107648474053073301</id><published>2004-02-11T02:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T02:34:49.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And so you see I have come to doubtAll that I once held as trueI stand alone without beliefsThe only truth I know is youAnd as I watch the drops of rainWeave their weary paths and dieI know that I am like the rainThere but for the grace of you go I~Simon and Garfunkel</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107648474053073301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107648474053073301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107648474053073301' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107648421816833609</id><published>2004-02-11T02:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T02:40:15.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I heard Patch Adams speak today at school - it was really neat, and he's a very inspirational man.  I entered medical school in 1967 to use medicine as a vehicle for social change. I used my free time to study the history of health care delivery around the world and to look at contemporary models with the idea of creating a medical model that would address all the problems of the way care </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107648421816833609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107648421816833609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107648421816833609' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107595902285540947</id><published>2004-02-05T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T00:55:59.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And when everything seems to be turning to crud...what's better than a retreat into the past?School and year you graduatedNewmarket High School, Class of 2000Nickname in High SchoolLarry, LarryissaSport you were intoI did Field Hockey for two years, and then Swim Team in OACHad a circle of friendsthe best! I concur!  And in the interest of not leaving anyone off the list, I'll just say </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107595902285540947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107595902285540947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107595902285540947' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107595726065069653</id><published>2004-02-05T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T00:03:21.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ever have one of those weeks in which you feel like almost everything you say and do is wrong?  (Email advocacy notwithstanding.)  This is one of those weeks.  I feel like I should be avoiding interpersonal interaction at all costs.I can strongly identify with Alexander:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107595726065069653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107595726065069653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107595726065069653' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107585252979713545</id><published>2004-02-03T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T01:00:41.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Courtesy of "everything's coming up robin":What is the middle name of the first person you ever slept with?JamesWhat kind of underwear are you wearing and what color?Normal cotton...yellow with colourful stripes (they match my sweater)What is the song you want played at your funeral?Long Day is Over - Norah JonesWhat would your last meal be before getting executed?Lemon and herb chicken,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107585252979713545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107585252979713545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107585252979713545' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107583279607332727</id><published>2004-02-03T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T14:28:24.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yaay me!  (aka A Little Healthy Activism can be a Good Thing)Of late, I've had a lot of what I'll call "Grouchy Old Lady Complaining to Management" impulses (for example, complaining to the supervisor at Jack Astor's after Kate, Irwin and I had crappy service).  Anyway, last week I learned that Sandals resorts don't allow non-heterosexual couples to be their guests.  (Grrrr...Fist of Death to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107583279607332727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107583279607332727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107583279607332727' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107577152657537049</id><published>2004-02-02T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T20:27:44.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I always enjoy, and find something to ponder in, the writings of Lama Surya Das.From Beliefnet:To think that Buddhism is all about meditation is to misunderstand it. Westerners attracted to Buddhism and Eastern thought and practice often make the mistake of seeing meditation in the most narrow sense of going into a quiet room and closing your eyes. In fact, there’s a lot more to these things,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107577152657537049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107577152657537049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107577152657537049' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107570075065978298</id><published>2004-02-02T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T21:35:33.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know how I'm going to make it through this week.  Two tests, and I need to be getting stuff ready for my lifeguarding instructor course on the weekend (the emphasis this year is on "creativity and originality in teaching methods" - translation: hours of work for Larissa).  Add into the mix a little stress about work (my two partners are in much more often than I am, which means they're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107570075065978298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107570075065978298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107570075065978298' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107550874920620444</id><published>2004-01-30T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T19:28:02.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.~Albus Dumbledore to Harry Potter (wisdom is found in the strangest places)I've been contemplating the wisdom of spending a lot of time wrapped up in daydreams about the future.  On the one hand, the fact that I have hope that things will turn out amazingly is a good thing, I think.  On the other hand, see the above quote.  Also, Pema </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107550874920620444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107550874920620444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107550874920620444' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107544669649979334</id><published>2004-01-30T02:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T02:13:49.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm hurting.  It's amazing how I can live in different spheres simultaneously - that I can watch funny videos and do silly quizzes, that I can have coherent conversations about work and plans for the season - but when forced to confront how I'm really doing, it hurts so much that I'd do anything to retreat from it - to shut it down and wall it off, and live in a space where everything's fine.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107544669649979334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107544669649979334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107544669649979334' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107543303538415447</id><published>2004-01-29T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T22:26:07.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh Leonard Nimoy, you crazy bugger...The Ballad of Bilbo Baggins, complete with vintage video.  This is one scary-@ss trip.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107543303538415447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107543303538415447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107543303538415447' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107540236758172371</id><published>2004-01-29T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T13:55:14.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Submitted for your amusement:Which Empire Records character are you?I am apparently Corey:DAMN THE MAN!  SAVE THE EMPIRE!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107540236758172371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107540236758172371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107540236758172371' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107521346742586010</id><published>2004-01-27T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T09:26:36.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oscar noms this morning!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107521346742586010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107521346742586010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107521346742586010' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107515190431291076</id><published>2004-01-26T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T16:27:27.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From Bean's blog...huzzah for time-wasting![Spell your first name back wards]: Assiral[The story behind your msn name]: Wanted to change my MSN name...and couldn't think of anything really good[3 words that sum you up]: Introvert, perfectionist, pensive{DESCRIBE YOUR}[Wallet]: Bright colours, purchased at...Edgefest...?[Hairbrush]: One round one - kinda blue/green/silver...and a flat one</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107515190431291076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107515190431291076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107515190431291076' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107508932069144877</id><published>2004-01-25T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T22:57:27.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Golden Globes tonight!  Party time for Larissa's movie obsession!  (eep)  Although, every time I feel badly about all the pointless movie trivia I remember, stats about who's won what, etc., I tell myself that it's no different than remembering all kinds of crazy sports stuff.  And everyone is entitled to a few frivolous interests.Anyway - huzzah for Peter Jackson and the LOTR folks!  Best </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107508932069144877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107508932069144877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107508932069144877' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107501559216763760</id><published>2004-01-25T02:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T02:28:38.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is frustrating.  I've deleted my post about five times now...my head feels like it's filled with fog.  Perhaps the fact that it's 2:20 am has something to do with it.  Or the fact that I'm in the grips of some pretty intense (but totally irrational) worry right now.  And I'm so tired (and have to be up at 7:30), but I can't make myself get to bed.  Nor can I come up with a good ending for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107501559216763760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107501559216763760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107501559216763760' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107489327522664063</id><published>2004-01-23T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:38:03.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I was on the indiebride forums earlier, and someone posted the news that Captain Kangaroo (Bob Keeshan) has passed away. :(  The list of my childhood TV idols is becoming alarmingly small.  This news led to some nostalgia-ing, and I found myself on the Mister Rogers' Neighborhood  website.  I'm told by my parents that it was one of my favourite TV shows.  And having come through my bratty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107489327522664063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107489327522664063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107489327522664063' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107483846900753105</id><published>2004-01-23T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T01:23:18.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Matthew Broderick was on Letterman tonight.  He's developing a bit of a receding hairline...which was a little depressing.  But, he'll still always be Ferris Bueller. Bueller, Bueller...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107483846900753105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107483846900753105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107483846900753105' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107481213836979933</id><published>2004-01-22T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T17:57:40.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, back to work this weekend...another year, another season.  And now that my season ends in November and starts in January, it seems like time is going by even more quickly.  I start out planning all the things that I want to accomplish, all the projects I want to get involved in, everything I want to learn...and too soon, it's back to the Wonder-grind.  That's part of why I'm trying this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107481213836979933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107481213836979933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107481213836979933' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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-6366535.post-107475471714290895</id><published>2004-01-22T01:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T03:26:23.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>now i'm cruising through a chromakey blue skybut i know that in an hour or threethe sun is gonna be in my eyesand i know that sometimes all i can seeis how i feellike the whole world is on the other sideof a dirty windshieldand i'm trying to see through the glareyes, i'm struggling just to see what is there~ani difranco</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107475471714290895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366535/posts/default/107475471714290895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodhitree.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107475471714290895' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530506545365584023</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>
