<?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-6066411</id><updated>2012-01-18T20:48:13.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stardustian Satellite Station</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</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>446</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-2352676909484776435</id><published>2011-07-25T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T21:51:42.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RUBY BY THE RIVER teaser trailer from E C Schiessl on Vimeo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/2352676909484776435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=2352676909484776435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/2352676909484776435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/2352676909484776435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2011/07/ruby-by-river-teaser-trailer-from-e-c.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-6767377567005381852</id><published>2011-04-24T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T09:56:27.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratefully Gardening</title><summary type='text'>Thank goodness for patches of sun this week, that allowed me to get in some patches of garden prep.  But yesterday was the loveliest day of all.  I even had to curb my work because I was scared of getting sun burnt!  After tilling the bed where I planted fava beans in the fall, I put in some purple cabbage starts.  Brassicaceae, the family which cabbage is a part of, I have heard do well with the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/6767377567005381852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=6767377567005381852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/6767377567005381852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/6767377567005381852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2011/04/gratefully-gardening.html' title='Gratefully Gardening'/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7DNEonj3ylc/TbRLntjRs7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/kVLt0YVi280/s72-c/cabbage%2Bstart%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-4528292132236861969</id><published>2011-03-12T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T10:03:56.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Test</title><summary type='text'>I am getting ready for a week long trip. I havent taken this kind of trip in years. What should I take with me? Can I blog from mu phone? I am testing this now. Can I add images from my phone? It doesnt seem that I can.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/4528292132236861969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=4528292132236861969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/4528292132236861969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/4528292132236861969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2011/03/phone-test.html' title='Phone Test'/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-4423528453633697393</id><published>2011-03-09T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T18:50:34.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Umbrella Service</title><summary type='text'>I had to go to Portland.  Meaning, I was required to go to a mandated doctors appointment.  I would not have gone other wise.  I was relapsing from a flu, and had practically lost my voice the day before.  I drove up in the morning, attended my appointment, had lunch with a friend and did a little shopping, ending up on the freeway headed back to Eugene at 5 PM.  Of course, the traffic was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/4423528453633697393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=4423528453633697393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/4423528453633697393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/4423528453633697393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2011/03/umbrella-service.html' title='Umbrella Service'/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NdTIlA1n7VU/TXg7hd3VwqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6yC_Jspe03w/s72-c/Photo0073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-1221992621159860248</id><published>2011-03-05T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T12:47:35.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Star Parties</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/1221992621159860248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=1221992621159860248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1221992621159860248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1221992621159860248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2011/03/dark-star-parties.html' title='Dark Star Parties'/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZpzcppfxNI/TXKgv-6AvJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jHgUJrApfIc/s72-c/5041459193_2b236775e3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-3579002117355280020</id><published>2011-02-28T17:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T17:36:37.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES! YES! YES!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/3579002117355280020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=3579002117355280020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/3579002117355280020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/3579002117355280020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2011/02/yes-yes-yes.html' title='YES! YES! YES!'/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-8363162578202617766</id><published>2011-02-27T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T10:31:42.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>83rd Academy Awards</title><summary type='text'>This evening, I am watching The Oscars.  This is a rare event for me.  I doubt that I have watched the Oscars in the last 20 years.  I am changing my ways for two reasons.  One there is a party surrounding the event, and two because the PS 22 Chorus will be performing.  I am attempting to educate myself before going to the party, but it is over whelming, so, I am just going to watch the fashion.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/8363162578202617766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=8363162578202617766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/8363162578202617766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/8363162578202617766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2011/02/83rd-academy-awards.html' title='83rd Academy Awards'/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3mZ1zV1l2KQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-2924289886632526300</id><published>2011-02-25T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T07:21:50.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Favorites</title><summary type='text'>My new favorite drink...Pizza Research Institute's French 75.My new favorite inspiration...I feel like a late bloomer, just getting into Lady Gaga, but she has been bringing me great inspiration as of late.My new favorite toy.Or is it my new favorite instrument?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/2924289886632526300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=2924289886632526300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/2924289886632526300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/2924289886632526300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-favorites.html' title='New Favorites'/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yG_GGvrkKmQ/TWbJbTdCSVI/AAAAAAAAADk/riFDtm2RrbA/s72-c/Photo0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-6214490982083760702</id><published>2011-02-24T12:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T12:55:03.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In With the New</title><summary type='text'>I love doing laundry.  These machines add only as much water as my clothes need, and only dry them for as long as they need drying, and they both sing a little electronic melody to tell me that my clothes are ready.  And, my clothes have never been cleaner!  Sigh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/6214490982083760702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=6214490982083760702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/6214490982083760702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/6214490982083760702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-with-new.html' title='In With the New'/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jI2EAicPkkI/TWbE2tPFlOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JitPQL6dSLg/s72-c/Photo0032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-1089399017457042872</id><published>2011-02-20T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T10:44:12.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>out with the old</title><summary type='text'>  It's been three years with these used machines, and slowly clothes started smelling strange, and dirt didn't even look rinsed off. It took forever to dry clothes which then came out of the dryer covered in lint. Finally the motor on the washer started screaming a high pitch squeal, and the rotor stopped moving all together.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/1089399017457042872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=1089399017457042872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1089399017457042872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1089399017457042872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2011/02/out-with-old.html' title='out with the old'/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-51p9Vv10Lwo/TWFf3AeAhYI/AAAAAAAAACs/yMR4DByb3_A/s72-c/Photo0363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-1087377347228610308</id><published>2011-01-15T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T14:26:20.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the Rage</title><summary type='text'>PortlandiaWell, now we're on the map!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/1087377347228610308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=1087377347228610308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1087377347228610308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1087377347228610308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-rage.html' title='All the Rage'/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-7861735616346954039</id><published>2011-01-12T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T14:28:43.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super cool</title><summary type='text'>Pop-Up French Greenhouses.  Urban street art.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/7861735616346954039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=7861735616346954039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/7861735616346954039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/7861735616346954039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2011/01/super-cool-super-cool.html' title='Super cool'/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-922659819854269376</id><published>2010-12-21T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T11:18:59.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In my holiday crafting, I have come across some great craft blogs that I wanted to share.  They are pretty in design, and include some great crafting ideas.  I came across Living Life as Art, which lead me to IS*LY, which includes several template downloads!  Also some very original tutorials like this Handmade Bouncing Baby Swing!  Some links to take advantage of in these frenzied last days, or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/922659819854269376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=922659819854269376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/922659819854269376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/922659819854269376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-my-holiday-crafting-i-have-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-4010235677383310535</id><published>2010-12-11T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T18:31:06.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In search of some good Christmas presents, I have been cruising the net, reading book reviews.  Soon enough, its all I'm buying this year: books.  I do all the shopping on line.  At first, I just get a couple on line.  The ones I am familiar with, I don't feel a need to hold them and look at them, I just want a good cheap copy.  I plan to go to the bookstore for the ones I am less familiar with.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/4010235677383310535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=4010235677383310535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/4010235677383310535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/4010235677383310535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-search-of-some-good-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-8379586426429208840</id><published>2010-09-05T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T12:45:27.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I give fashion shows to the Sun.  I dress privately in my room.  Then, I push the curtains aside and walk out onto my backyard runway.  I take several steps toward the sun, stop, looking at it firmly in fashion show stance.  When it is clear that the sun has gotten a good look at what I'm wearing, I spin on my foot and walk the runway back, behind the curtain again to change into my next offering.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/8379586426429208840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=8379586426429208840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/8379586426429208840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/8379586426429208840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-give-fashion-shows-to-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-6922538493201540851</id><published>2010-08-11T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T16:20:27.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This weekend, I ended up in Seattle.  I was traveling with friends, who had an interview near Pioneer Square.  As they took off to the interview, I went for a walk on the pier.  It reminded me of Faneuil Hall, a place I spent a lot of my time at while I was growing up in Boston.  As I made my way through the streets downtown, I came across the Seattle Art Museum.  There were exhibits featuring </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/6922538493201540851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=6922538493201540851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/6922538493201540851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/6922538493201540851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-weekend-i-ended-up-in-seattle.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-4005539529129517411</id><published>2010-06-24T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T20:35:43.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't help feel that Summer Stardust is the truest form of myself.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/4005539529129517411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=4005539529129517411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/4005539529129517411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/4005539529129517411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-cant-help-feel-that-summer-stardust.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-5945314953209463869</id><published>2010-05-16T19:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T19:46:00.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is me, cleaning my house...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/5945314953209463869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=5945314953209463869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/5945314953209463869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/5945314953209463869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-me-cleaning-my-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAcoodxLRis/S_Ctpads-oI/AAAAAAAAAB0/z5lonfguGZY/s72-c/Photo0041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-7365350818557746783</id><published>2010-04-10T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T17:52:07.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have had a lot of gardening on the mind.  I've been digging up grass and dandelions, planting peas, garlic and marigolds outside, and I have little seedlings growing inside.  Yesterday, I transplanted itty bitty starts of broccoli and cauliflower into a raised bed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/7365350818557746783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=7365350818557746783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/7365350818557746783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/7365350818557746783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-had-lot-of-gardening-on-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAcoodxLRis/S8EcjGEs_mI/AAAAAAAAABM/Zhc8BMl4hAU/s72-c/Photo0060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-2916050851623422335</id><published>2010-02-24T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T17:56:58.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mmmmm...  Ear Candy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/2916050851623422335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=2916050851623422335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/2916050851623422335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/2916050851623422335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2010/02/mmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAcoodxLRis/S4XYcRFQ_wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eMvjKYPv96g/s72-c/glam+headphones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-4398303619555412798</id><published>2010-02-20T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T11:45:24.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cat Cafes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/4398303619555412798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=4398303619555412798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/4398303619555412798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/4398303619555412798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2010/02/cat-cafes.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAcoodxLRis/S4A7hH-WHLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wrsl8EwHpW8/s72-c/cat+cafe+menu.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-216201275545000916</id><published>2010-01-02T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T12:41:48.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PLUSPLUS the Titanic budget EQUALS</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/216201275545000916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=216201275545000916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/216201275545000916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/216201275545000916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2010/01/plus-plus-titanic-budget-equals.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-7869148576004861186</id><published>2010-01-01T12:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:50:47.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not a new years resolution.  I just had to share this.First, there was the 80's classic, that was soundtrack to my teenage winters.Now!  Matador brings us the new millennium version.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/7869148576004861186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=7869148576004861186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/7869148576004861186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/7869148576004861186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-new-years-resolution.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-4181820725596507116</id><published>2009-08-20T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:49:32.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fans of The Replacements will appreciate these:Peter Westerberg performing "Satisfied acoustically.Joan Jett and the Blackhearts covering "Androgynous"."Answering Machine" live</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/4181820725596507116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=4181820725596507116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/4181820725596507116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/4181820725596507116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/08/fans-of-replacements-will-appreciate.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-7499219745424054577</id><published>2009-08-15T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T19:48:50.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Check it out!  Dori's in movie.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/7499219745424054577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=7499219745424054577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/7499219745424054577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/7499219745424054577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/08/check-it-out-doris-in-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-41041321926014907</id><published>2009-08-08T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T09:28:47.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The collective mind of Eugene screamed last week "Too hot, too hot!"  So, weather says: OK, I'll give you fall.You always have to be so careful about what you ask for.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/41041321926014907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=41041321926014907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/41041321926014907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/41041321926014907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/08/collective-mind-of-eugene-screamed-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-1355213802787996186</id><published>2009-07-18T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:29:14.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is what I've been listening to.  Mmmm.  And I like it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/1355213802787996186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=1355213802787996186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1355213802787996186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1355213802787996186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-what-ive-been-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-3729140912395630987</id><published>2009-06-27T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T17:39:53.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know that the 80's are good and gone when I have a hard time finding a glitter iron on t shirt with a horse design.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/3729140912395630987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=3729140912395630987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/3729140912395630987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/3729140912395630987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-that-80s-are-good-and-gone-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-2444278449063022548</id><published>2009-06-10T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:11:47.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how do you create Forever.  only in the mind.  why do we long for this fantasy reality of Forever.  Romance movies.  Superheroes.  Inoculations. Vampires. Gods.  Heaven.  Humans are just obsessed with this place that we can never truly know.  Fact is, we are mortal.  We end.  We live a lifetime.  Forever exists only in the mind.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/2444278449063022548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=2444278449063022548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/2444278449063022548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/2444278449063022548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-do-you-create-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-405979367332535134</id><published>2009-05-30T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T11:20:07.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My chicken story has a sad and violent ending.  The raccoons got the little peeping creature on just its second night outside in a cage.  They reached through the wire and must have dismantled its body and devoured it through the small holes, because the door was still securely locked, and there were no signs of a body, just a trail of feathers.  And so nature takes a hold of my human emotions </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/405979367332535134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=405979367332535134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/405979367332535134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/405979367332535134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-chicken-has-sad-and-violent-ending.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-7265941406156086989</id><published>2009-05-26T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:13:14.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, my roommate knocked on doors around the block, asking if any one had lost a chicken, only to receive odd looks.  So, we set the little bird up in a closet with a warm light, some towels, oatmeal, bread, water.I called people for help.  I don't know what to do with a chicken!  Then I remembered that the Randoms use to have chickens, and I knew that they would be a supportive source.The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/7265941406156086989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=7265941406156086989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/7265941406156086989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/7265941406156086989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-my-roommate-knocked-on-doors.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-1281907816963839924</id><published>2009-05-25T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:08:12.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My fluffy cat is a hunter.  This season he has already brought me two snakes and a baby bird.  He has this special yowl that he uses when he's got something.  Oh, thank you very much, I say in respect of his prowess, but can we please keep it outside the house.  He is OK with this, and proud of his prey.Today, at dusk, my roommate comes to me saying that he's caught us a baby chicken.What?  This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/1281907816963839924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=1281907816963839924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1281907816963839924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1281907816963839924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-fluffy-cat-is-hunter.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-1861023362737650108</id><published>2009-05-23T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:28:25.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been going Prince crazy lately.  Old school Prince, of course, the days of the Revolution.  I recently re-watched Under the Cherry Moon and I am learning guitar parts off of Purple Rain.  Prince was incredibly sexy back then.  I got especially giddy during Cherry Moon when he looked in the mirror and first fixed his hair, and then primped those long lashes of his with his finger.  Oh, take</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/1861023362737650108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=1861023362737650108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1861023362737650108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1861023362737650108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-been-going-prince-crazy-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-8644036028002133376</id><published>2009-05-12T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:46:26.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We are back, me and my laptop.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/8644036028002133376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=8644036028002133376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/8644036028002133376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/8644036028002133376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-are-back-me-and-my-laptop.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-1003532154868191477</id><published>2009-04-21T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:50:36.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its been strange lately.  My world shifted by virus.  Not one in my body, but one in my hard drive.  I am tempted to tell you about the strange cyber behaviors I have had to endure, and the ten days of attempting to eradicate the worm or trojan or whatever before the complete deterioration of my hard drive, but I am too overwhelmed by the change to share the details with you. Because after the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/1003532154868191477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=1003532154868191477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1003532154868191477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1003532154868191477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-strange-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-4623560842877479293</id><published>2009-04-11T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:09:23.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The honeymoon period with my new laptop is long gone.  I started feeling the issues at 8 months.  Then a full blow out when we had almost hit a year.  We took some serious space from each other at that point.  Things weren't great when we came back together.  The same old problems were there, but I was happy to be back together, so I let the issues slide.  I took a little more space than I use to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/4623560842877479293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=4623560842877479293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/4623560842877479293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/4623560842877479293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/04/honeymoon-period-with-my-new-laptop-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-7679435160828937868</id><published>2009-04-01T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:00:34.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The sky feels nine and half months pregnant with rain.  The sprinkles are like painful contractions, too far apart to make any headway toward full birth.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/7679435160828937868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=7679435160828937868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/7679435160828937868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/7679435160828937868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/04/sky-feels-nine-and-half-months-pregnant.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-6632939590088927226</id><published>2009-03-29T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:19:53.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I visited Belknap Hot Springs for the first time.    I wanted some hot springs, but I didnt want to go to McCredie, where the water is so shallow and the pools murky, nor did I want to go to Cougar, where although the pools are beautiful, the company those hot springs attract can often sour the experience.  I never hear about Belknap from my hot spring visiting peers, so it was surprising to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/6632939590088927226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=6632939590088927226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/6632939590088927226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/6632939590088927226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-visited-belknap-hot-springs-for-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-2727519996125860391</id><published>2009-03-23T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:26:49.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh the daffodils are blooming.  Little yellow heads of sunshine scattered across our dull colored winter, giving hints of whats to come.  There are whiffs of spring in the air, but a coldness holds on to its waning season, still chilling my skin and sending me inside to observe and wait...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/2727519996125860391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=2727519996125860391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/2727519996125860391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/2727519996125860391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-daffodils-are-blooming.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-1006711030568314099</id><published>2009-03-20T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:07:42.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So much going on...but I will only tell you this:Tonight here in Eugene, at a place that you may have never been before, its HOT DRAMA with band members from Alpha Dahlia, the Fancy Bandits and Flavor Factor, THE CHORES on tour from Portland, and THE OVULATORS gearing you up for Spring.  Tonight at the Astoria, starts early at 9:30.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/1006711030568314099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=1006711030568314099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1006711030568314099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1006711030568314099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-much-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-2461545087950676907</id><published>2009-03-12T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:50:49.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When you read your horoscope and it suggests that you get a miniature rose bush to represent some aspect of yourself, so you can nurture it and watch yourself symbolically bloom through the rose, don't purchase your little rose bush on a spontaneous whim.  When you're at Fred Meyers picking up some cat litter, and you notice miniature rose bushes on sale, just left of the cashier, don't think to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/2461545087950676907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=2461545087950676907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/2461545087950676907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/2461545087950676907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-you-read-your-horoscope-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-1193161708726385064</id><published>2009-03-07T09:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T09:14:17.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its a fine line between letting go of the past, and learning from the past. My emotions blur the distinction.  My brain gets scrambled by the confusion, and then letting go is my only choice, a deep exhale,but as I move forward, I wonder if I've learned anything at all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/1193161708726385064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=1193161708726385064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1193161708726385064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1193161708726385064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-fine-line-between-letting-go-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-1759351959501366615</id><published>2009-03-05T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:22:00.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is what I can tell you about my productive weekend in Portland:The slang for the popular usage of initialisms in text messages is "Text talk".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/1759351959501366615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=1759351959501366615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1759351959501366615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1759351959501366615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-called-text-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-6036145833422982847</id><published>2009-02-26T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:28:24.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the North West, you over hear conversations of children that sound like this:"the rain is good for the trees.""yeah, its good luck when it rains."Meanwhile, I ward Sickness by popping Vitamin C like its candy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/6036145833422982847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=6036145833422982847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/6036145833422982847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/6036145833422982847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-north-west-you-over-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-8472319541081362616</id><published>2009-02-22T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:43:42.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah!Having my main band be part Portland, part Eugene, has been incredibly trying.  When half the band moved, I thought it would be great, a foot in the door of the Portland scene.  I was wrong.  Instead, we have lost a drummer to Portland and are regularly saying no to really cool Eugene gigs. I was especially frustrated to have to say no to playing with Mecca Normal at the Wandering Goat in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/8472319541081362616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=8472319541081362616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/8472319541081362616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/8472319541081362616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeah-having-my-main-band-be-part.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-3386688746647349813</id><published>2009-02-17T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:06:04.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wonder if the teenagers of today use words like "initialisms" or "emoticons" in their conversations.  "OMG!  He sent me the cutest emoticon, you've got to see it."  Or:  "Have you heard the initialism LMB, I've got to find out if its nasty or nice..."Yeah, I doubt it.  More likely, there's some new slang to refer to these things, and I am definitely not hip to it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/3386688746647349813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=3386688746647349813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/3386688746647349813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/3386688746647349813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wonder-if-teenagers-of-today-use.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-8393951204972396296</id><published>2009-02-17T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:22:23.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Initialisms</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/8393951204972396296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=8393951204972396296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/8393951204972396296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/8393951204972396296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/02/initialisms.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-1077952825607914858</id><published>2009-02-16T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:08:48.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SURPRIZE!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/1077952825607914858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=1077952825607914858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1077952825607914858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1077952825607914858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/02/surprize.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-5297520204937976364</id><published>2009-02-14T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:34:43.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time moves as we choose it.  In a straight line, a spiral, or a loop de loop. And sometimes, it just stands still.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/5297520204937976364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=5297520204937976364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/5297520204937976364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/5297520204937976364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-moves-as-we-choose-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-6462434594144393145</id><published>2009-02-12T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:24:10.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of my students, a seven year old with autism is excited for Valentines Day.  No, that's wrong, he has never used the words "Valentines Day".  He tells me "I want one hundred candies!"  I support him in "regular education" 1st grade.  This is where he learned about the prospect of candy, since everyday at circle time there are questions about are we allowed to give candy, are we allowed to eat</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/6462434594144393145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=6462434594144393145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/6462434594144393145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/6462434594144393145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-of-my-students-seven-year-old-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-8490890252923553070</id><published>2009-02-10T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:03:48.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a busy person.  I make lists to stay organized, but then I'll trick myself.  Because Tuesday is the day I don't have commitments to anyone but myself, I will fool myself by saying to myself, oh, I've got the day off.  I will linger at my day job casually, as if THIS is where I want to spend my supposed day off anyways.  I tell myself, its ok, its my day off.  Then, when I finally leave, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/8490890252923553070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=8490890252923553070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/8490890252923553070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/8490890252923553070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-busy-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-523223636977611277</id><published>2009-02-09T18:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:16:52.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am Lost on an Island.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/523223636977611277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=523223636977611277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/523223636977611277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/523223636977611277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-lost-on-island.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-26887141370096400</id><published>2008-12-16T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:59:23.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>extra days off because of snow.  nice.  white.swinging christmas music on pandora.started reading my mother's christmas present The Book Thief.  I like it, but will have to put it in the mail before finishing.my sister has a blog.  the photos are inspiring.  I got out my own camera.i have been shopping for books on line to give as christmas presents.and playing guitar along with Black Sabbath.my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/26887141370096400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=26887141370096400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/26887141370096400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/26887141370096400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2008/12/extra-days-off-because-of-snow.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-8966713600516293403</id><published>2008-09-13T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:21:55.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Adrenalin can be a difficult sensation.  On a day that I have a performance in the evening, and its been months since my band has played live and we've practiced a bunch of new songs, my adrenalin rush starts early in the day.  So, early in the day, I lose track of taking care of my body.  My body begins sending me mixed signals, it desperately wants food, and then, it wants nothing to do with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/8966713600516293403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=8966713600516293403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/8966713600516293403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/8966713600516293403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2008/09/adrenalin-can-be-difficult-sensation.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-5186090631502253684</id><published>2008-06-28T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T11:31:23.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am watching the sun again and planning my future around its movement.  How does it treat the trees?  How does it treat the grass?  I dig in the spots where it shines the most.  I watch the big pile of dirt out front begin to get smaller.  The cats have built a cove in the pile of dirt to pounce from.Its not just me and the Big Orange Boy Cat any more.  Last fall, we were joined by the Fluffy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/5186090631502253684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=5186090631502253684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/5186090631502253684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/5186090631502253684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-watching-sun-again-and-planning-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-4905358131038736288</id><published>2008-06-13T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:20:41.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Secret meeting tomorrow night, Black Forest, 10 PM.  No dues.  Wear a disguise, bare all your secrets.  I'll be telling MY dirty little secret...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/4905358131038736288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=4905358131038736288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/4905358131038736288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/4905358131038736288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2008/06/secret-meeting-tomorrow-night-black.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-4263141244132222286</id><published>2008-06-04T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:26:11.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a sucker for free beer, so whenever I fly, I choose Alaskan Airlines if it fits into my flight criteria.  Yes, one of Alaskan's complimentary beverage choices is micro brewed beer. Well, they didn't have it as a complimentary drink when I flew one of their bigger flights, but on the small trips, Eugene to Portland, Seattle to Eugene, it is a refreshing offer.My most recent trip on an airplane</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/4263141244132222286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=4263141244132222286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/4263141244132222286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/4263141244132222286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-sucker-for-free-beer-so-whenever-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-1011422962265851663</id><published>2008-05-23T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T12:34:03.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New band. New songs.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/1011422962265851663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=1011422962265851663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1011422962265851663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1011422962265851663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-band.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-7900738367947576790</id><published>2008-05-15T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:16:27.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is The Big Orange Boy Cat's birthday.  He is into his double digits.  I figured the most enjoyable way for him to celebrate was an edible treat and for me to be outside most of the day.  He loves it when I dig in the dirt.  So, I was gardening until it was too dark to see.  Pulling weeds, battling blackberries and planting perennials, with feline company sleeping in the shade.  It was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/7900738367947576790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=7900738367947576790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/7900738367947576790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/7900738367947576790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-is-big-orange-boy-cats-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-1449604919830077210</id><published>2008-05-03T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T17:39:41.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I guess rollerblades are now called "Inline Skates".  I figured that one out and was like: what, you've got to change the name to try to make them cool?  Maybe I'm being rude, but I'm a die hard put my wheels in a square shape skater myself.  It was my definition of self when I was 11 years old.  And then again at 15 with a slab of wood screwed to the wheels instead of sneakers.  I just don't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/1449604919830077210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=1449604919830077210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1449604919830077210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1449604919830077210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-i-guess-rollerblades-are-now-called.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-1591430264300594487</id><published>2008-04-01T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T09:11:55.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I have been through a long transition period that is still in flux, transforming me into a new being.  Oh, what fun.  For the moment, I am in a bit of a time warp.  I have entered a reality of cleaning some one else's past to create my future.  I have painted over their lives to instigate my own.  I have scrubbed and sponged and ripped out and nailed so much that I have sprained my wrist.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/1591430264300594487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=1591430264300594487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1591430264300594487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1591430264300594487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-i-have-been-through-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-5731209055316958731</id><published>2008-03-09T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T16:37:37.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am officially a homeowner.  But I am still in limbo, living in a studio in my father's backyard until my new house key is in my hand.  Because of this and that, I own the house, but can't get in it yet.  So, with most of my belongings in storage, and my two felines settled into our one room lifestyle, there's not much for me to do but have band practices and gaze out the windows dreaming of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/5731209055316958731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=5731209055316958731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/5731209055316958731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/5731209055316958731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-officially-homeowner.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-3287676580753547681</id><published>2008-03-01T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T09:51:38.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it has been a long road this month.  I was given notice to move out of my house on Jan 31st.  On February 1st, I found a house to buy.  I have been looking for a place to buy for 6 months now, and this is the first one that has met my requirements (garden space, band space, close to town, enough bedrooms to rent some to cover the mortgage, and room enough for some furniture that I recently </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/3287676580753547681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=3287676580753547681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/3287676580753547681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/3287676580753547681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2008/03/well-it-has-been-long-road-this-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-5286073073459800185</id><published>2008-02-20T21:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T21:52:44.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like craigs list.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/5286073073459800185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=5286073073459800185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/5286073073459800185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/5286073073459800185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-like-craigs-list.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-9104512269640695349</id><published>2008-02-14T20:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:48:09.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Putting things into boxes.  Reaching under shelves, climbing into closets.  Assessing values, putting into piles, labeling.Reading contracts.  Making appointments.  Answering my cell phone during work. Pricing appliances.  Writing checks.  Talking points, locking interest rates.  Signing my name.  Signing my name.  Signing my name.In between, I eat burritos, and visit with out of town friends.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/9104512269640695349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=9104512269640695349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/9104512269640695349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/9104512269640695349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2008/02/putting-things-into-boxes.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-5584884913354063964</id><published>2008-02-10T11:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T11:22:19.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every now and then, lady bugs hatch in my room.  At least ten of them swarm toward my main light bulb. They crawl all over the window and the Big Orange Boy Cat is entertained.  They fall dead in my bed, bug body sticking to my body as I sleep.  I'm not sure that my room with no plants and little water can be a very nice place for lady bugs, but still they've migrated into this room, disappearing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/5584884913354063964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=5584884913354063964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/5584884913354063964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/5584884913354063964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2008/02/every-now-and-then-lady-bugs-hatch-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-6013504132689864580</id><published>2008-02-07T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T15:42:46.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Ovulators, Setting Sun and Quitzow at Shady Pines 552 W Broadway, this Saturday night, 8 PM, ALL AGES!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/6013504132689864580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=6013504132689864580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/6013504132689864580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/6013504132689864580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2008/02/ovulators-setting-sun-and-quitzow-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-9115429637329950065</id><published>2008-02-06T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T20:26:06.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>large dark house in the middle of the block just on the outskirts of downtown, some of the inner city lights shine down the block, only slightly lighting the way.  Walk down the drive way, wide enough to feel like an alley, long alley. Far away, a brightly lit carport.  Memories line the cement pathway, conversations of music with musicians. Into the light, push open the big white door.  This is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/9115429637329950065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=9115429637329950065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/9115429637329950065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/9115429637329950065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2008/02/large-dark-house-in-middle-of-block.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-4579072313735521368</id><published>2008-02-02T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T16:40:07.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It ain't easy checkin' yourself.  Like self sabotage.  You gotta check yourself for the stories you might be telling yourself that keep your dreams out of reach.  You gotta check your actions and notice whether they are really going toward your own greater good, or whether they are guided by some fear of success.  Of being noticed. Of shining. Most of the time, we aren't even aware that we're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/4579072313735521368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=4579072313735521368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/4579072313735521368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/4579072313735521368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-aint-easy-checkin-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-8351408617991023663</id><published>2008-02-01T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T08:57:31.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I grew up in New England, where snow in the winter is a way of life, so I am always entertained by the behaviors of people in Eugene when there are a few inches of snow fall.  It is exciting that it takes only an inch of snow for the school district to cancel school, and I keep myself off the roads, concerned by inexperienced snow drivers.  One of my favorite behaviors is the building of snowmen.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/8351408617991023663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=8351408617991023663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/8351408617991023663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/8351408617991023663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-grew-up-in-new-england-where-snow-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-1069555701353708012</id><published>2008-01-28T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T14:11:49.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a new laptop.  It is very exciting.  Yet, I seem to spend hours just trying to make things work.  When I download photos, they seem to randomly fall into different files, depending on where I've downloaded them from.  I have to figure out how to get them to all go to one place.  My last laptop was elderly, hobbling about, dragging an extra keyboard with it to replace its own faulty one, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/1069555701353708012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=1069555701353708012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1069555701353708012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1069555701353708012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-new-laptop.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-823034957742720440</id><published>2008-01-26T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T09:09:10.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a new band.  It's a duo called Fierce Mary.  It is myself and Sassy Fuchs.  Sassy has been telling me for a while now that she wanted a 2 piece, and I had been lazily saying that I would do that with her.  Not until Sassy started the Sirens of Mothra and Wife Swap did I know that I had to scoop her offer up or it would go away.  Nothing says commitment like a booked gig, so I got us a gig </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/823034957742720440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=823034957742720440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/823034957742720440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/823034957742720440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-new-band.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-4359491998669292982</id><published>2008-01-22T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:33:41.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Keith Ledger dead.I am so glad that he gave us Brokeback before leaving.for story click here</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/4359491998669292982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=4359491998669292982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/4359491998669292982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/4359491998669292982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2008/01/keith-ledger-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-4150061705320189891</id><published>2008-01-19T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T15:21:16.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night my roommate and I had people over to our house after The Ovulators performed for a Planned Parenthood benefit at John Henry's.  I had borrowed a large fluffy candy pink robe for The Ovulators performance, so when I got home before anyone else, I simply slipped out of my crinoline and vinyl and into silky pajama pants, keeping the robe on to create a very comfortable late night hostess </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/4150061705320189891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=4150061705320189891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/4150061705320189891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/4150061705320189891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-night-my-roommate-and-i-had-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-5693300627465519060</id><published>2008-01-19T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T12:42:09.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seize the silliness!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/5693300627465519060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=5693300627465519060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/5693300627465519060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/5693300627465519060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2008/01/seize-silliness.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-8259457956714678246</id><published>2008-01-03T15:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T15:19:40.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A life of ease is available if you surrender to the divine plan, listen for instructions on your part in it, and follow that guidance regardless of your fears.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/8259457956714678246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=8259457956714678246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/8259457956714678246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/8259457956714678246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-of-ease-is-available-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-1302933828682842331</id><published>2007-12-23T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T21:08:58.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Drink RecipeDark Rumtsp sugar3 tsp powder chocolateadd 1 cup heated milkheat milk with cinnamon stick optionalbest drank with a feline in lap.....MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/1302933828682842331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=1302933828682842331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1302933828682842331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1302933828682842331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2007/12/drink-recipe-dark-rum-tsp-sugar-3-tsp.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-1484930812806461024</id><published>2007-10-25T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T20:04:25.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK, The Ovulators would love your help on this one. Go to OurStage, then go to "judge", then make sure you're on the radio station "Noise Pop 2008".  We have two songs up.  We watched "Satellite of Love" rise from in the 100's up to #7, but its fallen back down to #25, while "Stalling" is at #35.  If we make it into the top ten by the end of the month, we've got a shot at playing Noise Pop 2008.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/1484930812806461024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=1484930812806461024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1484930812806461024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/1484930812806461024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2007/10/ok-ovulators-would-love-your-help-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-4800966198499845600</id><published>2007-10-20T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T17:43:45.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night, The Ovulators performed at The McDonald Theatre along with The Dead Americans, opening up for Hell's Belles.  It was a great experience.  It is so nice to have a boomin' sound system and a tech crew offering to carry your gear and plugging things in for you.  The Dead Americans sounded amazing through the big clear sound system, and Kira pranced the stage in an underwear revealing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/4800966198499845600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=4800966198499845600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/4800966198499845600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/4800966198499845600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-night-ovulators-performed-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-4215666884421080994</id><published>2007-08-05T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T14:46:59.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its really gross. The small bumps, many topped with a clear puss bubble, splatters across one wrist, the side of my neck, and on one side of my nose. It itches, and because I know the rash is not going to spread, I scratch it freely, transforming the raised bumps into speckled scabs, giving my arm the look of a speed addict's and my neck appears to have multiple hickeys.The first time I got the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/4215666884421080994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=4215666884421080994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/4215666884421080994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/4215666884421080994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-really-gross.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-5628770934636781827</id><published>2007-06-09T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:41:43.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight, at Luckey's, while The Ovulators are rockin'    http://www.myspace.com/emeraldcityrollergirls"&gt;The Emerald City Roller Girls will be recruiting.  True Rock and Roll.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/5628770934636781827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=5628770934636781827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/5628770934636781827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/5628770934636781827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2007/06/tonight-at-luckeys-while-ovulators-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-7744446273272236368</id><published>2007-06-08T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T10:40:28.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Ovulators The Ovulators The Ovulators.  Will be First First First. Tomarrow nite nite nite at Luckey's.  With lots of other Girls Girls Girls. ms. led from Seattle and Velvet Trap from right here in Eugene.  Rock Rock Rock.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/7744446273272236368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=7744446273272236368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/7744446273272236368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/7744446273272236368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2007/06/ovulators-ovulators-ovulators.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-5180378246369668172</id><published>2007-04-11T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T10:11:12.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight at the Downtown Lounge at 9:30, The Ovulators will be performing with James West as our drummer.  And as if that isn't enough excitement for your Wednesday night, the evening will continue with Persephone's Bees, who I highly recommend checking out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/5180378246369668172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=5180378246369668172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/5180378246369668172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/5180378246369668172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2007/04/tonight-at-downtown-lounge-at-930.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-7364743966000439846</id><published>2007-04-09T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T20:42:57.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When The Ovulators were in San Francisco, we spent a night with my friend, Jay.  Jay and I go way back to the late 80's when we were both attending this hippie college in southern California.  A couple years later, we both lived in San Francisco in an apartment on lower Haight st.  We both Dj'd at KUSF as well.While we were at his house, Jay pulled out two bags.  One was a bag of things that The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/7364743966000439846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=7364743966000439846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/7364743966000439846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/7364743966000439846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-ovulators-were-in-san-francisco-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-8063762269499958560</id><published>2007-03-30T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T12:04:13.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our second performance was at a place called Kimo's.  Oh, Kimo's.  Kimo's has become a famous part of Ovulator lore since after we played there 3 years ago, Tina wrote the song "Drag Queen" about our experiences there, and the song is on our album, so you can hear the story yourself about how Kimo's used to be a drag queen bar that the punk rockers took over.  The place is painted red, although </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/8063762269499958560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=8063762269499958560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/8063762269499958560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/8063762269499958560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2007/03/our-second-performance-was-at-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-3800089451829969515</id><published>2007-03-29T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T20:49:57.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spring break does not feel like a break at all.  The first three days I prepared for my trip, thought about my trip, dreamed about my trip.  Not like a vacation trip, but rock band tour trip.  5 days, 4 shows booked.  Ashland, San Francisco, Oakland, Medford. Now, I'm in San Francisco, the morning after our performance at Kimos.The band has a big band van now.  It is so much fun.  It is the grand</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/3800089451829969515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=3800089451829969515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/3800089451829969515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/3800089451829969515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-break-does-not-feel-like-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-6992768538120046807</id><published>2007-03-21T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T11:10:16.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The beautiful weather we've been having has had me thinking that Winter just decided to throw in the towel and let Spring take over, but then this morning my car windows were covered in frost.  I guess Winter isn't quite done with us yet...I remember last year on this day, March 21st, the official first day of Spring, it was quite the opposite.  Spring was making itself known with a warmth in the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/6992768538120046807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=6992768538120046807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/6992768538120046807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/6992768538120046807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2007/03/beautiful-weather-weve-been-having-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-8779094472627467714</id><published>2007-03-14T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:56:24.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For all you Organic Star Wars fans, click here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/8779094472627467714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=8779094472627467714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/8779094472627467714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/8779094472627467714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-all-you-organic-star-wars-fans.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-7493253590421160344</id><published>2007-03-13T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T18:07:15.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life after Hedwig has taken some adjustment.  To begin with, I've been Famished.  My body seems to be catching up on my one month adrenalin rush.  Then, I had to clean the house.  Then I got sick and had to cancell things.  Then I had to veg the hell out, and since our TV set blew up awhile ago, that meant getting on line, getting plugged in and getting addicted to something new.  Sorry, can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/7493253590421160344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=7493253590421160344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/7493253590421160344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/7493253590421160344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-after-hedwig-has-taken-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-5038656399266689485</id><published>2007-03-04T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T13:40:51.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have mixed feeling as this year's run of Hedwig comes to a close.  I am relieved to get back to my regular life.  This month has been CRAZY, some how creating me to be much less grounded than usual.  Our performances were limited to the weekends, yet somehow effected my ablities to feed myself, get enough sleep and excercise through out the week.  Today, with the performances behind us, I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/5038656399266689485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=5038656399266689485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/5038656399266689485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/5038656399266689485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-mixed-feeling-as-this-years-run.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-3874129951029537544</id><published>2007-02-26T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T09:43:27.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This morning I began a new shift at work.  I now work 1/2 hour earlier, at 7:30.  Many of you can understand the large psychological difference between 8 AM and 7:30 AM.  But this morning was a very nice drive to work.  There was no traffic, so it took at least 5 minutes less, and when I stopped for coffee, there wasn't a line.Not to be redundant, but the Hedwig performances have been amazing.  I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/3874129951029537544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=3874129951029537544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/3874129951029537544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/3874129951029537544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-morning-i-began-new-shift-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-8521447533703578894</id><published>2007-02-21T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T09:48:48.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Ovulators had a long, very productive meeting this weekend.  We are setting up lots of gigs to finish up our debt from the last album and start recording a new one.  This time around, we are going to be recording in Portland, with a woman name Radio, formerly of The Need and most recently, touring with Peaches.  There are lots of changes in the world of The Ovulators.  Both Dori and Kayla are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/8521447533703578894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=8521447533703578894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/8521447533703578894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/8521447533703578894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2007/02/ovulators-had-long-very-productive.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-8096714458587361778</id><published>2007-02-16T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T10:40:15.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Being on stage felt great.  I felt like I had fallen back into reality.  I like it that being on stage is my grounding reality.Sold out show again!  Get your tickets early at Lord Leebrick!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/8096714458587361778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=8096714458587361778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/8096714458587361778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/8096714458587361778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2007/02/being-on-stage-felt-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-6263077635688405073</id><published>2007-02-15T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T18:05:40.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been wanting to blog for ten days now and say "Hedwig Hedwig Hedwig".  The last week was filled with practice every night, a wonderful sneak preview Thursday night, followed by two sold out shows that each got rave reviews from the audience and in the cast's opinion improved along its way.  But then, Sunday was one of the most intense days of my entire life and I couldn't blog without </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/6263077635688405073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=6263077635688405073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/6263077635688405073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/6263077635688405073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2007/02/ive-been-wanting-to-blog-for-ten-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-3624575970130315232</id><published>2007-02-14T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T11:11:01.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My good friend, Erica Quitzow, is taking part in this contest.  I hope I'm not too late, I think this is the last day to vote and she's in second place.  Please check her out and give her a vote.  Here's the note I recieved, just click on the "art for progress" to vote:Quitzow:She's SO CLOSE to winning the contest with Art For Progress. It's neck and neck with the other artist. If you haven't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/3624575970130315232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=3624575970130315232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/3624575970130315232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/3624575970130315232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-good-friend-erica-quitzow-is-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-117045615410177810</id><published>2007-02-02T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T14:42:34.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Slide show of Hedwig practice:http://www.zoph.net/hedwig/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/117045615410177810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=117045615410177810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/117045615410177810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/117045615410177810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2007/02/slide-show-of-hedwig-practice-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-117038416946294383</id><published>2007-02-01T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T18:42:49.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pay day is over stimulating.For me, pay day comes only once a month. And it is very difficulat to stay home and practice Hedwig like I'm suppose to rather than go out and buy buy buy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/117038416946294383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=117038416946294383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/117038416946294383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/117038416946294383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2007/02/pay-day-is-over-stimulating.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-117011662586331485</id><published>2007-01-29T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T16:23:45.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Big Orange Boy Cat sits in my lap purring loudly.  He is such a wonderfully cuddly creature.  Lately I have been faced with his mortality.  This summer he was diagnosed with a heart disease and I was told that the only way to treat him was to find out what kind of heart disease it was and the only way to find that out was to get an expensive Xray done that would cost me somewhere between $250</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/117011662586331485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=117011662586331485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/117011662586331485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/117011662586331485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2007/01/big-orange-boy-cat-sits-in-my-lap.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-116985575237182095</id><published>2007-01-26T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T15:55:52.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my god, they get down on their knees and PRAY on Lost In Space, the old TV series.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/116985575237182095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=116985575237182095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/116985575237182095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/116985575237182095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-my-god-they-get-down-on-their-knees.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066411.post-116976932682539016</id><published>2007-01-25T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T15:55:50.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is a bone exhibit at the Science Museum right now.  I got the opprotunity to escape my regular class routine and go to the museum on a field trip today.  I learned that I better keep up my calcium intake with dairy products, legumes, almonds and some other things.  It's better to get your daily allowence of calcium from food than from suppliments.  And, personally, I need to up my level of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/feeds/116976932682539016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066411&amp;postID=116976932682539016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/116976932682539016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066411/posts/default/116976932682539016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starstation.blogspot.com/2007/01/there-is-bone-exhibit-at-science.html' title=''/><author><name>Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898650000142703500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
