<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33609936</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 01:24:40 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>I'm Just Here for the Food</title><description>I'd marry New York City if I wasn't already married.</description><link>http://heatheregular.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (heather)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33609936.post-5782328912762920205</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-30T20:00:26.141-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pride and Prejudice</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>twitter</category><title>Prd&amp;Prjd</title><atom:summary type='text'>Most of you know, I am stoutly anti-Twitter.  (No offense, I like you, but I don't care that you're watching Glee, then going to bed early and don't care to read about it.)  But I thought I might turn this tool-of-nonsense into something productive and useful (and a fun experiment).  Over the next goodness-only-knows-how-long, I will be using Twitter to "tweet" Jane Austen's PRIDE AND PREJUDICE.</atom:summary><link>http://heatheregular.blogspot.com/2009/09/prd.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (heather)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33609936.post-2860870790676881431</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 01:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-14T22:12:39.188-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Project Runway</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>cocktail</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Kenley</category><title>Project Runway Finale Recipe Collection</title><atom:summary type='text'>I am having a friend over tomorrow night to watch the Project Runway season finale.  I was thinking of cooking in a TV dinner style, using aluminum trays and everything.  But the truth is, I can't get past the cocktail course.  Recipe below:THE KENLEY COOLERPick your fanciest glassCut up pineapples, grapes, oranges, strawberries and whatever else makes a nice garnish, fit these all over the glass</atom:summary><link>http://heatheregular.blogspot.com/2008/10/project-runway-finale-recipe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (heather)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33609936.post-3364265716678992313</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2008 22:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-22T18:40:54.970-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>unfortunate names</category><title>Your Nomenclature is Showing</title><atom:summary type='text'>So, last Christmas, I told Joe I'd sign him up for a cooking class at the Institute of Culinary Education, which I finally did last week.  I got a confirmation email from a woman with what has to be the most unfortunate name I have ever heard:  Mini Ho.  MINI HO!  I wish I actually knew her so that the name isn't second hand.  She'd replace, or at least tie with the other most unfortunate name I </atom:summary><link>http://heatheregular.blogspot.com/2008/09/your-nomenclature-is-showing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (heather)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33609936.post-8392907701244679899</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 23:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-29T20:29:59.714-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Brooklyn</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Water Taxi</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>directions</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Ikea</category><title>Boo-ray for Ikea Brooklyn!</title><atom:summary type='text'>How long does it take to get to the new Ikea in Brooklyn by water taxi?  About 4 hours from downtown Manhattan.  Here are directions:Start by leaving your office at 12:30 without double checking the directions you're sure you memorized 4 days earlier.  Stop by Subway for some fast nourishment, then get on the wrong train going downtown.  Transfer to what you are sure is the right train, and get </atom:summary><link>http://heatheregular.blogspot.com/2008/08/boo-ray-for-ikea-brooklyn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (heather)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33609936.post-4324344229095847032</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 01:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-28T22:05:51.768-04:00</atom:updated><title>Lovely Spam, It's Wonderful Spam!</title><atom:summary type='text'>My junk mail box (junkmail box?  junk mailbox?) has been filled with all kinds of wonderful headlines lately, very creative and pop-culture believable.  This is not your standard vulgarity or Rolex (authentic!) vendors.  These make me think the job market is worse than I thought and my fellow college grads had to really take some poor positions to make ends meet.  Below is a list of my favorite </atom:summary><link>http://heatheregular.blogspot.com/2008/08/lovely-spam-its-wonderful-spam.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (heather)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33609936.post-1013311028511873290</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2008 03:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-02T23:34:43.483-04:00</atom:updated><title>SOCKS!</title><atom:summary type='text'>An ode to socks:Oh, socks, what a strange and wonderful creature.You are so much more than hosiery.  You are a sleeve for the feet, a pocket for the toes.  You are knitted, darned, and most often, missing.  You are one of a pair, like a twin:  if one goes missing, the other is distraught.  So often, people are searching for you, like an umbrella or a seat on the rush hour subway.  You are kin </atom:summary><link>http://heatheregular.blogspot.com/2008/08/socks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (heather)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33609936.post-6626419699526762416</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 19:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-11T15:44:09.026-04:00</atom:updated><title>Now With Real Orange Flavoring</title><atom:summary type='text'>There is a special summer subway surprise at the uptown 137th Street 1 train stop.  Something wonderful, aside from merely emerging from the ancient underground.  Lingering within the grime and odeur of the tunnel there is a very slight orange scent.  As you approach the turnstiles, it becomes a little stronger.  As you head up the stairs, it becomes a little stronger yet.  And when you finally </atom:summary><link>http://heatheregular.blogspot.com/2008/07/now-with-real-orange-flavoring.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (heather)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33609936.post-9071030632338355725</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 19:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-11T15:27:26.561-04:00</atom:updated><title>testing</title><atom:summary type='text'>Just a test post...do emailed posts come up in Hindi too? </atom:summary><link>http://heatheregular.blogspot.com/2008/07/testing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (heather)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33609936.post-3168748170528048915</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2008 03:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-31T23:19:32.669-04:00</atom:updated><title>इ कीप त्र्यिंग टू पोस्ट</title><atom:summary type='text'>बुत फॉर सोम रेअसों, आईटी'स अल किंग आउट इन हिन्दी.</atom:summary><link>http://heatheregular.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (heather)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33609936.post-800118774146930235</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 01:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T12:15:23.183-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>karaoke barber shop</category><title>Barber Shop Solo</title><atom:summary type='text'>So much for more blogs more often...But listen.  There are 40 barber shops in the neighborhood.  And they are all very busy all the time.  Especially Saturday nights, they are quite the social scene.  So we saw the BEST permutation of the happening barber shop last weekend:  karaoke.  Yes!  Karaoke barber shop!  It was marvelous.  We have many bars that are mainly empty advertising karaoke, and </atom:summary><link>http://heatheregular.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-much.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (heather)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8d-f80Psl8/SCuaaZlPnII/AAAAAAAAAQA/auXyu4rdFoQ/s72-c/barberpole200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33609936.post-5487672318323917375</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 01:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T12:15:23.761-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>1 train</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>subway</category><title>ONE!</title><atom:summary type='text'>I love the one train.  I have to.  But just look at this guy.  I hope to someday be as completely New York as he is.  This was taken around 11:00 PM on a Saturday night, heading uptown.  Waaaay uptown.  Where was he going?And this?   I'm sure there was a perfectly reasonable explanation for this, but I'd rather not hear it if it's all the same to you.  Let's conjecture.</atom:summary><link>http://heatheregular.blogspot.com/2008/04/one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (heather)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8d-f80Psl8/SA6XnNYTh9I/AAAAAAAAAP4/e9ftaeti_j4/s72-c/randoms+156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33609936.post-7651338548605824409</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 01:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T12:15:24.815-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Great Kills</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Gateway National Park</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Staten Island</category><title>This is Staten Island!</title><atom:summary type='text'>Joe and I discovered that there is a national park in (on?) Staten Island called Gateway.  As always, in the spirit of adventure, we hopped on the subway, had a ride on the ferry, caught a bus, and trekked into the part called Great Kills. Actually, it took about 3 hours to get all the way there, and yet the following pictures are technically still New York City.  The rest of Staten Island, at </atom:summary><link>http://heatheregular.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-staten-island.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (heather)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8d-f80Psl8/SA6PY9YTh0I/AAAAAAAAAOw/6TgBnPpT3PE/s72-c/staten+island+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33609936.post-8839599945544156851</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 01:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T12:15:25.253-05:00</atom:updated><title>The House That Ruth Built</title><atom:summary type='text'>Yankee Stadium is about to become "the site fo the old Yankee Stadium."  This is, of course, both disappointing and super exciting.  The old Yankee Stadium is quite awesome to visit, while being a little uncomfortable and old fashioned.  The NEWYankee Stadium (as opposed to the New Yankee Workshop) is being built from the original blueprints with major upgrades.  We can walk to both stadiums, and</atom:summary><link>http://heatheregular.blogspot.com/2008/04/house-that-ruth-built.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (heather)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8d-f80Psl8/SAqk35_2rUI/AAAAAAAAAOY/0iHHmkKBHLE/s72-c/randoms+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33609936.post-6017853852329481892</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 01:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-19T21:39:58.604-04:00</atom:updated><title>Dancing With Myself</title><atom:summary type='text'>Last night, Huzbin and I were wondering, what can we do for cheap around here?  I googled "free NYC" and got a website called freenyc which lists all kinds of free and cheap events around the city.  So after a dinner at Otto paid for with a gift card (thank you Rebecca and Mario!) Joe and I walked up to Union Square, where I'd heard about an event called "Silent Rave."  I'm sure you all know </atom:summary><link>http://heatheregular.blogspot.com/2008/04/dancing-with-myself.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (heather)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33609936.post-9070169749878757060</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 01:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T12:15:25.468-05:00</atom:updated><title>Uh, Um, Wellllllll</title><atom:summary type='text'>K, one of the things about the new format is "I'm just here for the food" isn't working anymore.  This will be a "tales from NYC" or "day to day" kind of thing, but the new title isn't making itself obvious to me.  Please help me to brainstorm new things, with apples, cities, new york, whatever you think is New York clever or witty.  The winner will get her or his picture right here and a whole </atom:summary><link>http://heatheregular.blogspot.com/2008/04/uh-um-wellllllll.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (heather)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8d-f80Psl8/SAqaVZ_2rTI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mmzucrgIiH8/s72-c/randoms+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33609936.post-4795754358988350707</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Apr 2008 02:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-18T23:25:24.647-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>WKRP</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Program change</category><title>Town to Town, Up and Down the Dial</title><atom:summary type='text'>It's a sing-along!  Everyone, please put on your best easy listening voice and join me:Baby, if you ever wonderedWondered whatever became of meI'm living on the air in CincinnatiCincinnati WKRP(key change!)I got tired of all that packing and unpackingTown to town, up and down the dialMaybe you and me were never meant to beMaybe think of me once in a while.I'm at W K R P in </atom:summary><link>http://heatheregular.blogspot.com/2008/04/town-to-town-up-and-down-dial.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (heather)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33609936.post-1761498544409581787</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 17:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-02T13:23:34.557-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>cubicle</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>office</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>decoration</category><title>A Cube Shaped Room!</title><atom:summary type='text'>Okay, I am unreasonably excited about having a cubicle. I got a new job, which I start on Monday, and I am having cubicle fantasies. To me, this bit of office drudgery is an extension of my home, and I intend to decorate it as such. I have spent my last few days as the receptionist with nothing to do scanning all my favorite sites, nosing out inexpensive, inoffensive to co-workers accessories. I </atom:summary><link>http://heatheregular.blogspot.com/2008/04/cube-shaped-room.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (heather)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33609936.post-3220568969396939487</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Mar 2008 16:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-09T13:26:30.667-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Future is HUGE!</title><atom:summary type='text'>It seems to me that many people my age lose focus at a certain point and get very wrapped up in what is going on presently.  I find this a little frustrating, since many are finally financially free enough to really achieve the goals they had when they were younger, but the once-goals have become more aligned with pipe-dreams, seemingly unachievable.  I asked Joe yesterday what he wants next, now</atom:summary><link>http://heatheregular.blogspot.com/2008/03/future-is-huge.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (heather)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33609936.post-3073248211657580102</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 14:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-21T10:07:26.715-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Parkinson's Unity Walk</category><title>Parkinson's Unity Walk</title><atom:summary type='text'>I know I'm not much of a humanitarian, in fact, I don't like most people. But I do like a charming and hilarious gal named Bettina. Bettina was diagnosed with Parkinson's a couple of years ago, and well, it stinks.So in the spirit of uniting, research, and a walk in the park, I have joined Team Bettina for the Parkinson's Unity Walk. The goal of Team Bettina is to raise $10,000 by the day of the </atom:summary><link>http://heatheregular.blogspot.com/2008/02/parkinsons-unity-walk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (heather)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33609936.post-163532478489436226</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2008 00:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T12:15:26.964-05:00</atom:updated><title>A finished room!</title><atom:summary type='text'>Lest you think I'm a complete hack, I did finish one room, the living room!  Here it is.  Well, first a refresher of how it looked when we first moved in (and the first couple of months):I struggled with color choices, since I couldn't remember what the paint we had in DC was, and Joe is emphatically opposed to really bright colors ("I don't want to live in PeeWee's Playhouse!").  So we settled </atom:summary><link>http://heatheregular.blogspot.com/2008/02/finished-room.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (heather)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8d-f80Psl8/R65MacuFYsI/AAAAAAAAANc/jPX3tLe_4uI/s72-c/halloween+and+apt+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33609936.post-5050565526813161340</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Feb 2008 22:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-09T17:52:54.214-05:00</atom:updated><title>I have a problem and I need help.</title><atom:summary type='text'>No, no, nothing that dramatic.  Our apartment is almost almost done, BUT the bedroom is a challenge that I'm clearly not up to.  I have NO inspiration, everything I've tried doesn't work (or not well enough).  I know it can be done, but it is beyond me.  I need my creative team (that's you!) to send me suggestions.  Here are the problems I'm working with (or rather, not working with).1.  It's a </atom:summary><link>http://heatheregular.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-problem-and-i-need-help.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (heather)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33609936.post-1258148135900026623</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Dec 2007 05:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T12:15:27.392-05:00</atom:updated><title>Can we talk?</title><atom:summary type='text'>K, so maybe I'm dating myself, but whatevs ("whatevs" counteracts my oldness by using youth speak).  I want to know what happened to Joan Rivers.  I remember her from my childhood (sorry, Joan) as this loud, obnoxious, hilarious New York lady.  She was, I hate to admit now, a large part of the spell New York had over me (NY still has a spell over me, she's just no longer a part of it, really).So,</atom:summary><link>http://heatheregular.blogspot.com/2007/12/can-we-talk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (heather)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8d-f80Psl8/R3Xe206PjBI/AAAAAAAAANU/itDqrC_1L4Y/s72-c/E_JoanRivers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33609936.post-2372656740534296026</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2007 02:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-27T21:33:51.036-05:00</atom:updated><title>Harlem!</title><atom:summary type='text'>I am sorry I've been gone.  Things have been happening very quickly and I haven't had time to mull them over in the form of a blog.  For those of you still with me, thank you very very much.  I will try to reward your patience.Joe and I now live in Harlem.  141 and Broadway, to be exact.  Downtowners (anything south of 100th) think we live far away, our friends in Brooklyn think we live in </atom:summary><link>http://heatheregular.blogspot.com/2007/12/harlem.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (heather)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33609936.post-6744426318648117913</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2007 15:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T12:15:27.571-05:00</atom:updated><title>First Review!</title><atom:summary type='text'>The first review for Joe's book, Sunflowers:  the Secret History, is out.  Below, read Kirkus' glowing words:SUNFLOWERSThe Secret HistoryAuthor: Pappalardo, JoeReview Date: DECEMBER 01, 2007Publisher:OverlookPages: 256Price (hardback): $22.95Publication Date: 3/20/2008 0:00:00ISBN: 978-1-58567-991-1ISBN (hardback): 978-1-58567-991-1Category: NONFICTIONAir &amp; Space magazine editor Pappalardo forms </atom:summary><link>http://heatheregular.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-review.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (heather)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8d-f80Psl8/R07jWMtG2PI/AAAAAAAAANM/p8KhzQLp1kY/s72-c/sunflower+cover+art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33609936.post-5727696643350444826</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2007 15:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-16T10:22:57.253-05:00</atom:updated><title>Jobbity Goodness</title><atom:summary type='text'>Well, folks, I finally got a job.  After 6 months of looking and interviewing after graduation, it's my turn.  I will be at the most entry level position, receptionist, at Harcourt Trade Publishers.  The person in the role before me was promoted into the publicity department after just 3 months.  And while I'm told this is unusual, I have hope that it won't be much longer for me.  It's an </atom:summary><link>http://heatheregular.blogspot.com/2007/11/jobbity-goodness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (heather)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>