<?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-5321758</id><updated>2012-02-05T10:19:45.053-05:00</updated><category term='wordpress'/><title type='text'>all over the place</title><subtitle type='html'>a journal space, links page, day planner.  i need a spot to assemble and share bits of my scattered life. . .you need a spot to view it.  this is all over the place. &lt;br&gt;
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B3 d- t- k- s u-- f-- i-- o++ x-- e- l c+</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</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>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-109781777159662496</id><published>2004-10-15T01:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T07:26:19.560-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordpress'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Retirementaotp is being retired. You may visit my new site at http://kslog.wordpress.com. Thanks for visiting.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/109781777159662496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/109781777159662496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2004/10/retirement-aotp-is-being-retired.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-108802799308393689</id><published>2004-06-23T17:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T17:59:53.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PostGradWhen I finally get out university (hopefully before menopause), I might spend a year at a college to get some focussed training. So far, Humber College is looking the most appealing.PR at HumberFundraising and Volunteer Management at HumberMedia Copywriting at HumberArt Administration</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/108802799308393689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/108802799308393689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2004/06/postgrad-when-i-finally-get-out.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-108802446429121312</id><published>2004-06-23T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T17:03:25.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today i signed up with Hello, a little app that lets you easily, and freely, add images to your blog.  you don't even need to worry about hosting the images.  i don't know where the pictures go, and i don't especially care just so long as they don't disappear anytime soon. now, check out that pretty mango tree!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/108802446429121312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/108802446429121312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2004/06/today-i-signed-up-with-hello-little_23.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-108795703468831568</id><published>2004-06-22T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T22:17:14.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FIND ME HEREJune 25/26º Andy Pool Hallº Castro's Loungeº Green Room, theº Horseshoe, theº Slack Aliceº Tangohandy:  martini boysGay Village</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/108795703468831568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/108795703468831568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2004/06/find-me-here-june-2526-tango-handy.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-108759633615439700</id><published>2004-06-18T18:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T18:56:26.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>speakers gonna lightning strike.i'm trying to hoist myself back up into the WLM reviewers saddle. poor dan. hasn't had a review from me in months. poor editors. i haven't helped to unspliced a sentence in ages.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/108759633615439700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/108759633615439700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2004/06/speakers-gonna-lightning-strike.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-108630381787105598</id><published>2004-06-03T18:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T19:09:07.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A La CarteSo far Spring/Summer 2004 has been rather uneventful.  However, I think things might start to pick up in the next couple of weeks.  The NXNE  festival in Toronto is fast approaching with a pretty decent roster; Ariel might be visiting me in London next week, my mother definitely will be; the weather is getting nicer and I'm feeling a new wave of ppl-meeting coming on (or I might just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/108630381787105598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/108630381787105598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2004/06/la-carte-so-far-springsummer-2004-has.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-108260757000564961</id><published>2004-04-22T00:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T00:27:35.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coolio...or not.  I signed up for a gmail account -- Google's fledgling email service -- tonight and from all the possibilities still available from a new service, I chose the username 'coolio.'  Yes, Coolio.  It sounded just too lame to be anything but cool when I was filling out the field.  We'll see how it ages.  Maybe this gmail.com will do well and popularize; in four years, kids could be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/108260757000564961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/108260757000564961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2004/04/coolio.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-108148238098981503</id><published>2004-04-08T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T00:03:28.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Audio UpdateYes, Audio Updates still exist in my head and on this page.  There's not been too much really catching my attention lately, the exception coming just this evening in the form of Mirah's upcoming release C'mon Miracle!.  It's coming out on May 4th.  If I have any money, I'm gonna bring it home asap.Jerusalem you know that it's not rightafter all you've been through you should know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/108148238098981503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/108148238098981503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2004/04/audio-update-yes-audio-updates-still.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-108093017060579755</id><published>2004-04-02T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T13:28:13.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wallaceburg!I'm off to Wallaceburg later this afternoon with Constance.  The drive isn't long at all from London, but I'm still considering it a road trip.  Hurrah for road trips!  A mixed tape must be made.  Our musical tastes, however, differ greatly.  I'm thinking that looking back to old camp music for inspiration might help...so a mix of classic rock, jam bands, and Counting Crows.  Maybe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/108093017060579755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/108093017060579755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2004/04/wallaceburg-im-off-to-wallaceburg.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-107807488292686612</id><published>2004-02-29T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T12:16:49.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Top 'o the Mornin' to YahThis is so nice.  The day is gorgeous and warm, I have a chai latte, campus is thawing and looking perfectly serene, and the library is nearly empty.  There are a couple of things on my agenda today: work on my research proposal for geography, write a review or two for Dan, and see IG.  I'm really not sure if the proposal is going to be written; however, I feel pretty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107807488292686612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107807488292686612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2004/02/top-o-mornin-to-yah-this-is-so-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-107766913322894998</id><published>2004-02-24T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T19:49:41.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Are You Sure You're Not...?Last term was a horrible time for me:  London was really starting to feel stale; i was becoming overwhelmingly (even for me - gasp!) neurotic.  Luckily i had Jess' boxing day visit to look forward to, along with an agenda filled with other friends and quiet time.  Even though i didn't get to see everybody over the holidays as much as i would have liked (i.e. Ariel), i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107766913322894998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107766913322894998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2004/02/are-you-sure-youre-not.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-107678916375319293</id><published>2004-02-14T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T19:05:40.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Choo Choo Choose You!Dear Lowfish,it's the afternoon of valentine's day.  it's snowing a little bit.  your "flakmot" is playing in my apartment.  lowfish, let's be valentines. Love, kyra</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107678916375319293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107678916375319293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-choo-choo-choose-you-dear-lowfish.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-107677880933360007</id><published>2004-02-14T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T19:24:38.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cheers!Thanks to Adam, Hasdeep, Jon, Meghan, and Neal for an enjoyable evening last night. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107677880933360007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107677880933360007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2004/02/cheers-thanks-to-adam-hasdeep-jon.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-107617780393762454</id><published>2004-02-07T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T13:27:36.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GraceGrace died last night.  We love her.  We'll miss her.out in the trees, dirt on our kneeswe laid him down foreverand on that hill there it was stillas in the ever afterhe lays his rest we knew it bestto lay him down so gentlyand now he sleeps where moss does creepand no more is he with methe birds did cry, and so did ito think of life so lonelyand in their song i heard it long</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107617780393762454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107617780393762454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2004/02/grace-grace-died-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-107618010959014889</id><published>2004-02-06T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T14:00:09.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time WarpWell, it's been less than a week since the IG 'drama' crowded onto centre stage.  With all the school-girlish gabbing I've been subjecting my friends to lately I'm sure they feel as though it's been longer.  I do.  Three thoughts -- One)  I probably shouldn't expect so much from somebody when word has it that they have a signio. Two)  With my positive feeback system-wild, neurotic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107618010959014889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107618010959014889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2004/02/time-warp-well-its-been-less-than-week.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-107548301051922385</id><published>2004-01-30T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T12:18:26.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> With fewer than four months under its belt, We Love Musique has established itself as a unique new media outlet to keep your eyes on.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107548301051922385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107548301051922385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2004/01/with-fewer-than-four-months-under-its.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-107385860325736670</id><published>2004-01-11T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T17:04:40.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Comment/No CommentHolidays went well.  Seeing Jessie again was really re-energizing.  Drive in the country, beer at Castro's, belly dancing belt at Courage My Love, tepas during quiet hour, lots of walking, beach, warm weather, delayed flight.  Very nice things.When they dropped me back in London, my parents were none too impressed with the state of my apartment.  The underwear on the floor is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107385860325736670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107385860325736670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2004/01/commentno-comment-holidays-went-well.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-107232544255803143</id><published>2003-12-24T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T23:11:42.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow is Thursday.Have a nice Thursday, friends.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107232544255803143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107232544255803143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/12/tomorrow-is-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-107216127825754998</id><published>2003-12-23T01:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T09:53:59.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weird MSN Convo. Pt.IISpeak a language that includes the words "insho" or "nasutto"? Please leave a comment and let me know what it's called.Probably my last exchange with najani2003: najani2003@hotmail.com says:Assalom Yovarhow are you people going to have fun if none of you people ever participate? says:oh my god it's you again!how are you people going to have fun if none of you people ever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107216127825754998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107216127825754998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/12/weird-msn-convo.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-107215455476283196</id><published>2003-12-22T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T23:43:32.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lost my socksHere's an article in eye magazine on the Barcelona Pavilion who played at Sneaky Dee's last night after The Blow.  Dear lord BP can make times good.  Luckily, they're going to be at Bar 56 in Kensington on the 27th.  I hope to show up with Jessie.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107215455476283196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107215455476283196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/12/lost-my-socks-heres-article-in-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-107181612070623020</id><published>2003-12-19T01:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T01:42:54.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jiggedy JigI'm home again (home again).  And it's nice.  It'll be nicer tomorrow evening when my parents get home from Mexico.  In the past week, the house has slowly started to smell like canned pet food and I don't like it one bit.  A strange man wearing a maroon coloured robe has settled himself into a rocking chair in the basement.  I haven't eaten in days.  The car was repossed by the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107181612070623020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107181612070623020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/12/jiggedy-jig-im-home-again-home-again.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-107126036865242207</id><published>2003-12-12T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T15:20:16.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Favicon added this afternoon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107126036865242207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107126036865242207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/12/favicon-added-this-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-107120354934746623</id><published>2003-12-12T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T00:27:14.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Books for SaleBought the Book, Dropped the Course (Perfect Condition)"Foundations of Astronomy"  --  Seeds  --  Seventh Edition, w/CD, NoInfoTrac  --  0534392040  --  $70"Channel of Discourse, Reassembled"  --  edited by Allen  --  Second Edition  --  0807843741  --  $20"Conceptual Physics"  --  Hewitt  --  Ninth Edition  --  0321052021  --  $65Near Perfect Condition"Clinical Psychology"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107120354934746623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107120354934746623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/12/books-for-sale-bought-book-dropped.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-107119785300771581</id><published>2003-12-11T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T22:41:29.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All Systems Go.[exam count: 3/3]Tomorrow I'm out of here.  I'm leaving.  No, not on a jet plane.  I should be so lucky as to afford such speedy gettin'-the-hell-away-from-London transport.  But a train is the second best mode in terms of speed, and that's what I'll be on.  (I suppose a propeller plane or a helicopter would actually be the second best mode...bah!)  So long quiet apartment in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107119785300771581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107119785300771581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/12/all-systems-go.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-107101202779466269</id><published>2003-12-09T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T18:21:12.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"After Friday, it is no more my problem." - PM Jean Chretien on Canada's future with NATO; heard on CBC Radio1.Toronto Police Chief Julian Fantino is still a boar.  Do your own googling.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107101202779466269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107101202779466269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/12/after-friday-it-is-no-more-my-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-107100031315739035</id><published>2003-12-09T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T15:05:57.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sit And Spin</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107100031315739035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107100031315739035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/12/sit-and-spin.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-107099317122496349</id><published>2003-12-09T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T14:23:16.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Porous/Poor UsThe walls here in the shoe box seem pretty thin at times.  Times like this morning (afternoon) when I was jiggied out of a comfortable slumber to Outkast singing "Hey Ya".  "Hey Ya" is the song d'annee for my neighbours, it seems.  When I first heard the little beeps that give the song's melody its backbone coming through the wall, I thought 'Oh isn't that nice.  Mmhmm.  Very fun, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107099317122496349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107099317122496349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/12/porouspoor-us-walls-here-in-shoe-box.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-107095767180273931</id><published>2003-12-09T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T13:22:21.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Audio NewsBarcelona Pavilion, The Blow, and Shotgun &amp; Jay Bird will be playing  Sneaky Dee's on Sunday, December 21st at 9 p.m.  The show is  pay-what-you-can...I think.  Check out this digital poster to see for yourself. Now, this show is being put together by a Toronto company called Wavelength.  I hadn't heard of them until last night when I was told about the show.  But that doesn't mean </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107095767180273931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107095767180273931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/12/audio-news-barcelona-pavilion-blow-and.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-107095666800148638</id><published>2003-12-09T03:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T12:50:31.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>End of an Early Night[exam count: 2/3][listening to: pipes whirring]I've pretty much finished reading my latest book, "The Columbus Conspiracy" by Michael Bradley.  Sometime soon I'll post a rambly something-or-other on it. Just found out some wicked music news.  That'll be up tomorrow.  You are music-lucky if you live in Toronto.Oh yes - Thanks to Hasdeep for the wonderful present!  Your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107095666800148638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107095666800148638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/12/end-of-early-night-exam-count-23.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-107091269995485161</id><published>2003-12-08T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T14:48:12.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Song of the coupleofminutes = Angie Reed - Disco Club</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107091269995485161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107091269995485161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/12/song-of-coupleofminutes-angie-reed.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-107064910959904639</id><published>2003-12-05T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T14:12:44.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Glossy Things  --  Blog Gazing [exam count: 1/3][listening to Dressy Bessy's Maida Vale]PHOTOMO is the most recent of a slew of photoblogs that I'm bookmarking this afternoon.  The link goes straight to the about page because I think it's a great about page. Okay?good looks, low res.a polaroid a day just might keep the demonic body snatchers away. But probably not.Snapturtle moblogAs-tu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107064910959904639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107064910959904639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/12/glossy-things-blog-gazing-exam-count.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-107064955902849335</id><published>2003-12-05T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T14:06:55.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why You Little BuggerI don't use the BlogThis! button very often.  Sometimes I neglect the 'choose your blog' option in the window that pops open.  Posts have been known to dissapear into a certain void from which I must then rescue them upon realizing my mistake.  So here are two such runnaways --While searching to find who the song "Semaphore On The Dancefloor" belongs to I ended up at EM411</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107064955902849335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107064955902849335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/12/why-you-little-bugger-i-dont-use.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-107048820632647183</id><published>2003-12-03T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T14:01:58.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A QuestionCan You help me find a button press that works well and doesn't cost a mint (&lt;--ha..hah.)?  Please contact me at ksavo - hotmail if You've seen such a contraption in the Toronto area recently.  I'm going pawn hunting when I get back from school.  London certainly doesn't have what I'm looking for.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107048820632647183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107048820632647183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/12/question-can-you-help-me-find-button.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-107047734909693013</id><published>2003-12-03T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T16:57:50.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NerdMagazine. Push those frames back up the bridge of your nose, and join in the celebration of subcategorization.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107047734909693013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107047734909693013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/12/nerdmagazine.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-107025097480002086</id><published>2003-11-30T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T13:58:19.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every once in awhile I find myself drawn into an elaborate network of design related sites.  I'm talking about the sites on which the Pixel rules all.  The sites on which an exhausting, uber-trendy, you're-a-consumer-just-by-looking feel pervades; on which active forums, reviews, and shoutouts are constantly being absorbed into new relationships, like water drops running down a window; and links.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107025097480002086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107025097480002086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/11/every-once-in-awhile-i-find-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-107008306636033471</id><published>2003-11-29T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T13:19:08.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Audio Update: Camera ObscuraCopied and pasted from Andmoresound -"Camera Obscura are a 6 piece from Glasgow. They play country-tinged pop reminiscent of The Lovin' Spoonful or the gentler moments of Yo La Tengo."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107008306636033471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107008306636033471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/11/audio-update-camera-obscura-copied-and.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-107006815394178015</id><published>2003-11-28T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T21:22:14.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Live Audio NewsThe Phonemes, Royal City, and another band are playing the Horseshoe on December the thirteenth.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107006815394178015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/107006815394178015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/11/live-audio-news-phonemes-royal-city.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106999518498961808</id><published>2003-11-27T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T00:05:04.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoooo...French:  Je suis vraiment fatigue.Pig Latin: Ay-i m-ay ired-tay.Cracked-Out Fake Spanish: Ariba! Soy mucho fatiguerro! (every sentence in Cracked-Out Fake Spanish either starts or ends in an exclamation point, didn't you know?)Yiddish: Oi. (The word is exceptionally versatile.)English:  Hit me with a lamb chop and call me Sue, boy am I tired.But yeah yeah yeah...what would a blog </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106999518498961808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106999518498961808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/11/hoooo.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106969398703470469</id><published>2003-11-24T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T12:13:36.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Drop Deadline ReminderAt first glance, does that headline not sound like it's reminding you to drop dead? That's what it looked like to me.  OH MY GOD!  It is rain-snowing again.  Jesus.  I just thought I'd login to blogger, post this quasi funny deadline thing, and now I'm on about the weather again.  I apologize.  No I don't.  Gotta go to class.  And then I have to drop Physics -- oh yeah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106969398703470469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106969398703470469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/11/drop-deadline-reminder-at-first-glance.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106964932753118944</id><published>2003-11-23T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T23:53:15.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Update#2: Get Out!Well, it's pretty much official.  UWO is a school of lacklustre conservatives...or are some of us just prudes?  The kiss-in that QWO had scheduled for Tuesday has been "indefinately postponed" by the organization's president due to a sudden surge of online objection.  A bunch of Guest Users and a few Registered Users flooded the QWO forums with posts objecting to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106964932753118944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106964932753118944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/11/update2-get-out-well-its-pretty-much.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106963355502065422</id><published>2003-11-23T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T21:20:10.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Le SighOk, I have two new musical loves to share. First, we have A Northern Chorus, who I saw play on Friday at the Grad Club.  One bass, two guitars, one flute, one cello, one magical drum set.  The music swirls, shimmers, rocks, and has that soundfeeling of falling snow.  Unfortunately, they're off to the UK in February, so you'll have to wait a bit until you can catch them back in Ontario...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106963355502065422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106963355502065422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/11/le-sigh-ok-i-have-two-new-musical.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106943404051913458</id><published>2003-11-21T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T12:16:58.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Update: Get Out!Looks like there is some life stirring at QWO.  In response to the obvious lack of queer visability at Western, the group has posted a call to action.  I hope to see lots and lots of canoodling going down (erhm) in the UCC next Tuesday, people!  I'll be there to show my support.  I wonder how our campus paper, The Gazette, will cover the activism.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106943404051913458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106943404051913458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/11/update-get-out-looks-like-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106939428913227634</id><published>2003-11-20T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T11:52:17.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Get Out!That The University of Western Ontario does little to nurture (or acknowledge) the sexual diversity of its student population is no shocker if you've spent any time on the campus.  Looking for the Thelma to your Louise?  The Sigfreid to your Roy?  The rabbit hole that exits the massive closet that is the UWO campus?  Finding them could prove tough.  QWO, Western's queer club, is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106939428913227634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106939428913227634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/11/get-out-that-university-of-western.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106929412506578735</id><published>2003-11-19T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T13:29:21.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One Great City!A fifty second bike ride east from the downtown core and I’m leaning on my handle bars, eyeing a pile of rubble.  Nearby, a CNR freight procession rattles its way west.  I dismount the bicycle and high step over some rusting ductwork that's laying across the grassy way between demolished and functional squalor.  Just now a guy in his twenties walks past.  This isn’t a place where </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106929412506578735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106929412506578735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/11/one-great-city-fifty-second-bike-ride.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106920183283559001</id><published>2003-11-18T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T19:30:56.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um, weren't there, like, some CBC playlists here before..?Yes, there were.  Good observatory skills Comrade Header.  The weekly playlists for CBC Radio3 have been shooed onto their own page.  Why?  Because they are long.  They take too much time to scroll past if you're not interested in them.  They were annoying.  Annoying but still somewhat interesting.  So they have been relocated.  I can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106920183283559001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106920183283559001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/11/um-werent-there-like-some-cbc.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106919072978514583</id><published>2003-11-18T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T16:27:00.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mullet beret.  it needed to be posted.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106919072978514583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106919072978514583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/11/mullet-beret.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106903078954851453</id><published>2003-11-16T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T14:34:58.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106903078954851453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106903078954851453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106902766454664779</id><published>2003-11-15T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T19:10:27.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Steal This! (@%*&amp;#!!)Please indulge your punkass, damn the man! instincts and steal this button.  Then indulge your Bovidae instincts and do what all the cool kids are doing: post it on your site, in your emails, use it in forums.  Worship it as the idol of a better god, We Love Musique.com.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106902766454664779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106902766454664779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/11/steal-this-please-indulge-your-punkass.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106887136048560556</id><published>2003-11-14T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T19:07:19.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Flash This! (@%*&amp;#!!)Alright.  I just eaked out a simple little animated button for WML.  And have now realized that when it goes online it'll be displayed in the huge white space that is the Flash default stage.  ...---...     ...---... That's right!  I'm morse coding my plea to the computer deities to give my sleep deprived mind insight so that the time I spent putting the thing together </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106887136048560556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106887136048560556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/11/flash-this.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106874478168356448</id><published>2003-11-13T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T12:38:15.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"0°C. Overcast. Light snow and blowing snow." courtesy of The Weather NetworkThe view from my apartment is an office building across the street.  And in between my building and that building is a violent wind tunnel that's whipping a thin current of ... snow ... in all directions.  I don't think I'll be riding ma bicyclette to school today.  This calls for the Cocteau Twins.And in Other News..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106874478168356448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106874478168356448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/11/0c.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106831498897975867</id><published>2003-11-08T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T13:09:47.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Morning AfterLast night's show has me grinning on the inside.  I spent 8 hours at the Blue Moon, my mother counted to me.  I actually spoke to most of the musicians, which is a big thing for this rather shy/socially inept girl.  : )  And I took some photos on my mother's automatic Pentax.  They are being developed as this is typed, and will be ready at quarter to two.  Dan wants me to scan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106831498897975867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106831498897975867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/11/morning-after-last-nights-show-has-me.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106791087797235948</id><published>2003-11-03T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T13:13:50.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To: LowfishYou learn to become someone you’re not. When the music’s right, and the snow’s on the ground.  When you get back to the big city and you’re  the girl with the innocently blush cheeks, the unsolved face, and the wickedly intent eyes.  Curious.  You learn how to walk across the threshold, into a full room, and become the one who owns the space.  The one who fills it.  All.  Steals your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106791087797235948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106791087797235948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/11/to-lowfish-you-learn-to-become-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106675952528052654</id><published>2003-10-21T14:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T14:05:25.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mirah will be in toronto on the 7th of november according to the krecords site.  no venue listed yet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106675952528052654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106675952528052654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/10/mirah-will-be-in-toronto-on-7th-of.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106645287098902645</id><published>2003-10-18T00:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T00:54:30.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sure something scary and terrible has happened to a satellite used by the Roger's network.  I was just talking to my mother on the phone and all of a sudden I was in this really nice, no interruptions straightaway.  ..Something seemed odd.  I looked at the signal indicator and there were zero bars.  No signal?!?  Yeah.  So I called my mom back on the landline and was met by four "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106645287098902645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106645287098902645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/10/im-sure-something-scary-and-terrible.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106644500511224488</id><published>2003-10-17T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T00:23:10.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Audio Bits1.)  "What Will The Community Think" by Cat Power is my currently favourite album by that band.  Have you listened to it?  If you're looking for a soundtrack to accompany a day that went horribly wrong, and has turned into a night of self pity and alcohol enhanced by the physical effects of hard walls and high ceilings ... well, this is what what you're looking for.  Just add "Ice </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106644500511224488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106644500511224488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/10/audio-bits-1.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106644521542643580</id><published>2003-10-17T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T19:08:39.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106644521542643580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106644521542643580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106635765728887037</id><published>2003-10-16T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T22:42:32.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CactapusI've been to a few volunteering sessions at CHRW 94.7 this week.  It will be quite a while before I qualify for my super cool 'radio volunteer in good standing' ID card though.  Check back in with aotp on October 26th for a special announcement.  I can't say anything.  My lips are sealed.  Really.  But because you're such a special reader, and you have such a nice way about you, I'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106635765728887037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106635765728887037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/10/cactapus-ive-been-to-few-volunteering.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106591885307783587</id><published>2003-10-11T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T18:57:52.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106591885307783587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106591885307783587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/10/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106563601529032785</id><published>2003-10-08T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T14:03:06.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LESS IS LESS.Black Market Births is an article found at Hour.ca.  I learnt more about the home birthing crisis during a play this spring called Turks and Infidels.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106563601529032785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106563601529032785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/10/less-is-less.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106563516336620255</id><published>2003-10-08T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T13:51:24.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Afternoon Me Boooorrrrring.Let's all go and read NOW.  If Santa doesn't realize that we've all been little bastards this past week maybe he'll leave a bundle of new issues at CityLights tomorrow afternoon.  Hiphip.  Hooooray!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106563516336620255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106563516336620255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/10/afternoon-me-boooorrrrring.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106549433317164086</id><published>2003-10-06T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T22:38:52.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WML...get ready, readers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106549433317164086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106549433317164086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/10/wml.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106531401287373914</id><published>2003-10-04T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T01:11:50.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>8:33pmi can't believe there's only one instanceof cuff the duke on soulseek.what's the difference between us?8:57pmpeople do stupid things like sit in the middle of two passing subway trains when they're drunk and impatient in downtown toronto.  then they go on the radio and broadcast their story to the entire country and think we'll be awed because they lived, instead of bored because we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106531401287373914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106531401287373914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/10/833pm-i-cant-believe-theres-only-one.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106523342476779983</id><published>2003-10-03T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T14:42:20.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CONNECT THE DOTS, MARGARET"You'd better listen up, Frankie, because I've got something important to tell you -- that's the last time you call me doll face, and I mean it.  Oh if I were to complain to Buzz about all the 'sugar pies and sweet-things' I have to put up with in an afternoon with you he'd, he'd --""He'd what, kiddo?  Can I call you kiddo?""He'd fire you for starters, that's for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106523342476779983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106523342476779983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/10/connect-dots-margaret-youd-better.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106515763388637892</id><published>2003-10-03T01:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T21:02:10.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    Yesterday was all bright and glistening so i took a couple of pictures w/the camera i borrowed from my dad (which i might have broken; let's hope it's just the batteries).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106515763388637892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106515763388637892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/10/yesterday-was-all-bright-and.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106515384108370889</id><published>2003-10-03T00:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T01:06:54.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last year I put a frumpy little presentation together for Hasdeep, who was having some roommate issues.  I had no idea of how to use Flash, but I muddled my way through the basics and produced this.Damn English and its linguistic greed and vocab envy.  It can't just be happy with its own words and phrases -- oh no -- it has to go and steal from other languages.  Well, you'll look like an idiot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106515384108370889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106515384108370889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/10/last-year-i-put-frumpy-little.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106502398800120485</id><published>2003-10-01T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T19:49:57.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SHOE SHINE ONLINEThis morning I logged onto the Nothing But Net server for the first time.  I can now check my email, access WebCT, check out my alarmingly low bank account balance, and chat without the long distance bills while at home.  Hooray!  But it's just slow enough to keep me focussed on what I'm actually looking for, which is what I had hoped for.  Dial-up is wholesome, I've decided.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106502398800120485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106502398800120485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/10/shoe-shine-online-this-morning-i.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106505603169320928</id><published>2003-09-29T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T21:22:13.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Audio Update Metric @ The HorseshoeCarly and I did end up going to see Metric on the 27th.  Graph Nobel and her band opened the night.  [Do I say it?  I can feel the feminist eye rolls already...]  Nobel is small.  Like, my kind of small, minus 13lbs.  But the sound that she can produce is huge.  Sometime in between songs an url was mentioned, but I didn't hear it.  I googled "Graph Nobel" but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106505603169320928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106505603169320928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/09/audio-update-metric-horseshoe-carly.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106467573254092118</id><published>2003-09-27T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T11:29:33.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE BARMITZVAH BROTHERS"C.d.s are $10.  You can get a c.d by finding one of us and asking, or by mailing (in Canada) $12 ($10, plus $2 shipping and handling) to "53 northumberland st. Guelph ont. N1H  3A7" and leaving a return address, or if you wait a tiny bit, they might be available in some stores in  the local area."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106467573254092118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106467573254092118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/09/barmitzvah-brothers-c.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106461887082670254</id><published>2003-09-26T19:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T00:16:03.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBC Radio3I adore CBC Radio 3.  The website, the program.  Both.  I must buy another cassette so that I can record the show on Saturday night.  I can't use the tape from last week because I haven't had a chance to listen to the entire thing again yet, let alone figure out the names of the tracks I liked the most.  I have now signed myself up to get the playlist on Fridays for the next day's show</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106461887082670254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106461887082670254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/09/cbc-radio3-i-adore-cbc-radio-3.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-106451716230101177</id><published>2003-09-25T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T11:26:43.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AN UNAPOLAGETIC ABSENCE ENDING;ORHERE'S TO FACTORY LIVINGMy new London address is 330 Clarence St.  Once upon a time, the building was a shoe factory.  The cobbling machines, blue collar workers, and steam whistles (i like to think of there being whistles at one time) are gone.  The workers are probably sweating it out these days somewhere deep within the smelly fortress that is the Labatt's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106451716230101177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/106451716230101177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/09/unapolagetic-absence-ending-or-heres.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-105891100811068577</id><published>2003-07-22T17:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T17:57:02.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bears are sexy beastsWell, well, well.  Here I am in Algonquin Park.  Kilometre 14.5.  I have just been told by my PStore Fairy Godmother that the gift shop (in which I work) did very well today.  Maybe it has to do with all the porno bear figurines that we sell everyday.  Those things are dirty!  Kinkier than you'd think.  Anyway, tonight's plan is to sit with Krista and drink lots of beer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105891100811068577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105891100811068577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/07/bears-are-sexy-beasts-well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-105626372453374248</id><published>2003-06-22T02:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T02:57:11.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I'm leaving for the Portage Store on Tuesday.  I'll be there until labour day, with the possibility of a trip to my dad's cottage at some point in between.  I'm glad to be going: I need a job, the ppl are nice, and it's a great environment.  But it's also a little sad because it's more time that I won't have my parents nearby, and this year at school amounted to an eight month stint of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105626372453374248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105626372453374248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/06/im-leaving-for-portage-store-on.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-105608151654755564</id><published>2003-06-19T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T00:14:04.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>long time no type.  yeah yeah yeah.  ok,music that makes me:shiver --  The Gossipimagine -- Isanappreciate the bloop -- I Am Robot And Proudhappy while i drive -- Modest Mouseremember jessie -- The Be Good Tanyas, Joni Mitchell, and Mary Lou Lordwant to visit/move to Montreal -- Stereo Total</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105608151654755564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105608151654755564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/06/long-time-no-type.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-105505059393242499</id><published>2003-06-08T01:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T01:38:34.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>soulseekuser: ksavofiles number: one and a half thousandfiles type: indie, glitch, rockabilly, riot, pop, gypsy jazz</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105505059393242499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105505059393242499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/06/soulseek-user-ksavo-files-number-one.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-105486132320499458</id><published>2003-06-05T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T21:34:46.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Emily Haines be GoogledI was reading a review at Pitchfork on Broken Social Scene and Emily Haines was mentioned.  Having no idea of who this woman is, I thought I'd look her up.  Apparently everybody who writes about her art sees her talent along very similar lines.  Check this out ----&gt;"Emily Haines' chameleon warble"--&gt;"Emily Haines' seething vocals"--&gt;"Emily Haines' melting alto"--&gt;"the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105486132320499458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105486132320499458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/06/emily-haines-be-googledemily-haines.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-105451481975855818</id><published>2003-06-01T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T20:48:04.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bon Voyage, JerryWent to Jerry's going away party on Friday.  Decided that Stella Artois smells like weed.  Pinky swore to share a place in Vancouver with Dan if he ever moves out there.  Met a guy named Richard who teaches middle school and snorts coke.  Ordered hot and sour soup and spring rolls at New Sky on Spadina with Dan afterward.  Was very impressed to learn that the restaurant stays </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105451481975855818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105451481975855818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/06/bon-voyage-jerry-went-to-jerrys-going.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-105389865178998701</id><published>2003-05-25T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T23:58:16.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Links That Air LikesA couple of days ago I got an email from Ariel asking for sites that she'd be interested in.  I put together this nifty little response in Hotmail and then proceeded to use the same browser to zip over to check out one of the sites...because I'm an idiot.  I lost what I had typed and was too pissed off to compile all the links and banter again.  So I'm going to put together a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105389865178998701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105389865178998701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/05/links-that-air-likesthisstrange-little.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-105389159335325441</id><published>2003-05-25T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-25T23:43:29.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My quest to read as many Toronto bloggers as possible brought me to freddie-dot-see-eh? today.  The content of this guy's site is a little too hockey-friendly for my tastes, but from here I was pointed in the direction of Enetations.  A couple of minutes later I had a 'comments' option here at aotp!  Hurrah! Oh yeah..I also re-discovered 'smilies' this afternoon.  So prepare yourself for some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105389159335325441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105389159335325441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/05/my-quest-to-read-as-many-toronto.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-105388576954575055</id><published>2003-05-25T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T01:21:45.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The WHO's 64th Toronto SARS update states that on May 22 "a cluster of five cases of respiratory illness associated with a single hospital in Toronto" was reported to the Organization.  The update then goes on to address the possibility that SARS originated in a number of wild Chinese animals that are sold as delicacies at market.   And now with western Canada's mad-cow panic...well, vegetarian </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105388576954575055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105388576954575055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/05/whos-64th-toronto-sars-update-states.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-105347114841926333</id><published>2003-05-20T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T22:16:01.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LIVE IN TORONTOBarefoot plays at Blue Moon this Friday.  The band started up in Thunder Bay and has been touring across the country for a year(ish) now.  They recently played at the popular Come Together Music Festival at Frontier Ghost Town.  This will be Barefoot's second gig at Blue Moon.  The band should start their set sometime between 9:30 and 10pm.  Blue Moon is located at 725 Queen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105347114841926333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105347114841926333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/05/live-in-toronto-barefoot-plays-at-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-105346765352955358</id><published>2003-05-20T17:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T22:18:55.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This AfternoonI like the way the rain makes everything feel so alive and re-connected.  The sounds of running, falling water adds a vital, syncopated rhythm to the urban score.  I've never heard anyone complain about the sound of rain.  At the same time, watching the water drop on so much hard ground is saddening when you start to think about it.  Puddles form where there is no grass, no earth, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105346765352955358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105346765352955358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/05/this-afternoon-i-like-way-rain-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-105322924733637581</id><published>2003-05-17T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T23:40:47.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"More housing developments go up, named after the things they replace; so welcome to Minnow Brook, and welcome to Shady Space." -- Novocain Stain, Modest Mouse</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105322924733637581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105322924733637581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/05/more-housing-developments-go-up-named.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-105304735445631471</id><published>2003-05-15T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T23:46:52.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My interest in community has been growing lately.  I mean, the concept of community; communities online and in the flesh/concrete.  This past year I tried to find to find as much Canadian fiction as I could that takes place within the last few years within the broader part of my own community, Toronto.  I failed miserably.  (If anyone has any suggestions for such books, I'm still interested -- my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105304735445631471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105304735445631471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/05/my-interest-in-community-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-105304455225969075</id><published>2003-05-15T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T20:58:59.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Audio News UpdateThe Beach has one record store.  This one record store is chocked full of Top 30s Chart, soft rock, and mainstream classical.  This record store is always out of stock when it comes to music that I'd like to buy.  So I have go downtown.  Today I ended up settling for the HMV on Yonge because I knew that what I wanted would probably be in stock there.  And it was.  I feel bad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105304455225969075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105304455225969075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/05/audio-news-update-beach-has-one-record.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-105301792776421894</id><published>2003-05-15T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T13:21:29.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This afternoon is a lovely one in Toronto.  I'm in the backyard, sitting at the patio table, wearing pyjamas, enjoying the breeze, and, most importantly, not up to my elbows in meat product.  My mother is beside me, reading the list of Princess Margaret Lottery winners. . .and guess what!  I still don't own a car!  My dad did win a pair of binoculars though.  But that is far from exciting.  Maybe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105301792776421894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105301792776421894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/05/this-afternoon-is-lovely-one-in.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-105279667837951387</id><published>2003-05-12T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T23:31:18.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Audio News UpdateHaving temporarily put aside the mix I mentioned yesterday, my laptop has been filling the basement w/sounds by Manitoba, Múm, Neko Case, M.Ward, To Rocco Rot, Ida, and Ms. John Soda tonight.  And my dad has been enjoying it.  He actually said this.  Usually my father would prefer that I use headphones when it comes to the music I listen to.  So, hearing my 50-something year old</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105279667837951387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105279667837951387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/05/audio-news-update-having-temporarily.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-105268580141679195</id><published>2003-05-11T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T17:30:54.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been weeding through my music files in my bits of free time, trying to find some good songs for a new mix I'm putting together.  The cd is going to veer back toward my roots a little bit.  I'm going to keep it simple:  no bleeps or loops, just unprocessed vibrations and pure lyrics.  From the start there were two songs that I knew represented something of the disc: Cat Power's "I Don't Blame</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105268580141679195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105268580141679195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/05/ive-been-weeding-through-my-music.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-105215266111541177</id><published>2003-05-05T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T12:41:52.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back at home in Toronto now.  Working, sleeping, and enjoying being back in town.  Two days after getting arriving home, I started work at an Italian deli/grocery.  My first day there I worked for eleven hours without knowing what I was making per hour.  It turns out that my wage is $8/hour.  'Tis a wonderful thing, being unskilled.  But I will certainly be getting enough hours...six days a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105215266111541177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105215266111541177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/05/im-back-at-home-in-toronto-now.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-105139026014315608</id><published>2003-04-26T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T23:12:40.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everybody is getting so sentimental as the year wraps up.  It is a little sad to hear the hallway quieting down, and to see our suites being packed up, but mostly I'm in the camp of 'get over it'.  If there are people who meant something to you this year, they will mean something to you again (if not in the exact same way) next year.  Instant messaging, telephones, and trains are really very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105139026014315608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105139026014315608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/04/everybody-is-getting-so-sentimental-as.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-105131094575389121</id><published>2003-04-25T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T19:08:32.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANTS!Sweet jesus, it's all about the ants lately.  They're popping up everywhere.  If it's not literal ant behaviour, it's figurative ant behaviour.  It all started with Tim Berners-Lee's book, "Weaving the Web".  The text, a look at the history and development of the WWW (along with its prospects), is full of inferences to emergent behaviour and complexity theory.  This book was a primer for "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105131094575389121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105131094575389121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/04/ants-sweet-jesus-its-all-about-ants.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321758.post-105128667409408022</id><published>2003-04-25T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T20:26:41.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all over the place -- it's a warning, it's a disclaimer, it's a blog.  Entry number one.Three days ago, I was an ardent hater of the term 'blog'; such a sluggish, blunt, objectionable word.  I swore that I would never create one.  Any online, editorial assemblage of mine would be referred to as a weblog or a journal.  No trendy 'blogging' for this girl.  And then sometime between not studying </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105128667409408022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321758/posts/default/105128667409408022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allovertheplace.blogspot.com/2003/04/all-over-place-its-warning-its.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659736686219946821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
