<?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-9810468</id><updated>2012-02-10T11:17:44.143-05:00</updated><category term='recipe'/><category term='ultimate'/><category term='old'/><category term='work'/><category term='food'/><category term='science'/><title type='text'>klog blog flog</title><subtitle type='html'>contains thoughts, musings, notes, wonderments, journal entries, entreaties for help, depressing missives, soul-searching, and quests for holy grails.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-3043862058476566919</id><published>2012-02-08T21:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T21:48:01.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i am Worthy</title><summary type='text'>this post was going to be titled, "sometimes, beer makes me happy." but for one, that title is way too long. and for another, this statement is not true. "often" or "nearly always" would be more accurate.

anyway

finding myself alone and a touch desolate this evening, i desired a tasty beverage to lift my spirits. after having reluctantly spent the day working remotely while still responding to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/3043862058476566919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=3043862058476566919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/3043862058476566919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/3043862058476566919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-am-worthy.html' title='i am Worthy'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-3426880644691501454</id><published>2012-01-16T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:02:35.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fanatically emotional</title><summary type='text'>getting this upset over a professional sporting event makes me feel like petulant todder, throwing a tantrum because mommy ran out of my favorite cookies. i mean, while i follow the Green Bay Packers quite closely -- closely enough to know the names of the offensive lineman -- and, thanks to one of the best christmas presents ever, i even own stock in the team, in actuality, i have nothing to do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/3426880644691501454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=3426880644691501454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/3426880644691501454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/3426880644691501454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2012/01/fanatically-emotional.html' title='fanatically emotional'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-6871030938739343458</id><published>2011-11-25T17:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T18:11:20.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the unbearable emptiness of full</title><summary type='text'>our stomachs are fairly close to our hearts. where kids rub their abdomen to say their "tummy hurts" is actually their intestines. the heart sits atop the spleen &amp; liver, which abut the stomach. the term "heartburn" makes more sense when the closeness of stomach (and esophagus) to heart is considered.


despite their proximity, filling your stomach does nothing to fill your heart (and here i make</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/6871030938739343458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=6871030938739343458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/6871030938739343458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/6871030938739343458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2011/11/unbearable-emptiness-of-full.html' title='the unbearable emptiness of full'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-6423140020254773699</id><published>2011-10-25T16:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T16:07:47.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Message To Women From A Man: You Are Not “Crazy” | The Current Conscience</title><summary type='text'>A Message To Women From A Man: You Are Not “Crazy” | The Current Conscience</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/6423140020254773699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=6423140020254773699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/6423140020254773699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/6423140020254773699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2011/10/message-to-women-from-man-you-are-not.html' title='A Message To Women From A Man: You Are Not “Crazy” | The Current Conscience'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-8043564960291486602</id><published>2011-10-05T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T10:03:56.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not supposed to be like this</title><summary type='text'>
the monday after the it happened, i was nearing the end of my swim, when it hit me: it's not supposed to be like this. 



(it's hard to swim while fighting back tears, your goggles filling up from the inside out, gasping for breath under water.)



even if this isn't my last regionals, each one is special, different, important. the culmination of months of hard work. i had been feeling the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/8043564960291486602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=8043564960291486602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/8043564960291486602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/8043564960291486602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-not-supposed-to-be-like-this.html' title='it&apos;s not supposed to be like this'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-8247183176835016071</id><published>2011-09-11T21:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T22:11:29.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just another day</title><summary type='text'>i don't intend for the title to be flippant. in fact, my intent is the opposite.

i'm not one for pomp, circumstance, big deals, patriotism, exaggerations, grandiosity, or ceremony. but the fact is, 9/11 changed our country &amp; our lives. so how did i spend the 10th anniversary of 9/11?

why, ultimate, of course.

was this selfish? should i have spend the day in reflection, remembrance, mourning, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/8247183176835016071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=8247183176835016071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/8247183176835016071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/8247183176835016071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-another-day.html' title='just another day'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-6788386029620112156</id><published>2011-08-01T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T21:31:29.054-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ultimate'/><title type='text'>older, wiser, and lamer</title><summary type='text'>there are at least two stages of getting old that i am aware of. (retirement is probably the third, but i haven't hit it yet.) 
the first: you can't keep up like you used to. can't work out as much or as hard, can't drink as much, can't party as hard, can't play as many points of Ultimate, can't get by on as little sleep for as many days in a row. but you still try. your body complains, but it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/6788386029620112156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=6788386029620112156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/6788386029620112156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/6788386029620112156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2011/08/older-wiser-and-lamer.html' title='older, wiser, and lamer'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-4025261800963883096</id><published>2011-06-02T10:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T10:40:39.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>end of May / beginning of June</title><summary type='text'>5/28: skillz n' drillz n' boot
5/29: bike ride, 27 hilly miles (http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=4541908) ~15-16 mph average
5/30: throwing (at lacrosse goal &amp; trash can)

5/31: track + throwing


Fartlek: 2 laps of sprinting straightaways, jogging curvesDo the following 2x through:(
2x200 – 45 seconds between 200sRest 2 minutes4x100 – 30 seconds between 100sRest 2 minutes8x50 – 15 seconds </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/4025261800963883096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=4025261800963883096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/4025261800963883096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/4025261800963883096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2011/06/end-of-may-beginning-of-june.html' title='end of May / beginning of June'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-3548660159902184009</id><published>2011-05-22T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T10:28:42.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ragnar</title><summary type='text'>1st leg, leg 11, ~3pm Fri - 7.2 miles in 54:45 (7:36 pace)
2nd leg, leg 23, ~2am Sat - 4.6 miles in 36:21 (7:54 pace)
3rd leg, leg 32, ~11 am Sat- 6.2 miles in 48:14 (7:47 pace)

Total: 18.0 miles, 2h:19m:22s, average 7:45 pace</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/3548660159902184009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=3548660159902184009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/3548660159902184009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/3548660159902184009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2011/05/ragnar.html' title='ragnar'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-2156910809130360578</id><published>2011-05-19T09:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T09:24:32.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>of recent</title><summary type='text'>tapering for Ragnar

wed 05/18: core at home, stretching in AM
tue 05/17: 1-mile w/up jog, active w/up; 2 mile fartlek on track of stride straight-aways, jog curves, in 14:00
mon 05/16: nothing?
sun 05/15: lifting (squats, rev pull-ups, 1-arm DB bench pr, 1-leg 1-arm RDLs, 1-leg jackknifes on PB, standing rows, step-ups, opposite arm-leg crunch on PB)
sat 05/14: nothing
fri 05/13: 5-6 mile run, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/2156910809130360578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=2156910809130360578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/2156910809130360578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/2156910809130360578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2011/05/of-recent.html' title='of recent'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-7328682413184789884</id><published>2011-05-15T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T11:01:41.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Community</title><summary type='text'>I was fortunate enough to know Sue Peterson Kosednar -- she was my paternal grandam's cousin, making her my second cousin once removed (I quite pleased when I figured out my genealogical relation to her). My grandma was orphaned at age 11 or 12, and went to live with Sue and her family, so she was more like an aunt to my dad and his siblings. Sue passed away in March, and a memorial service was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/7328682413184789884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=7328682413184789884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/7328682413184789884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/7328682413184789884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2011/05/community.html' title='Community'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-4649106845806571962</id><published>2011-02-13T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T21:50:06.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PB choc chip cookies</title><summary type='text'>followed the recipe from this site:
http://80breakfasts.blogspot.com/2010/06/peanut-butter-chocolate-chip-cookies.html

dough was sticky; added a bit more flour. dropped by generous teaspoon onto baking sheet. cookies were done within ~9 min. let cool on pan for 1-2 min, otherwise they will fall apart.

good!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/4649106845806571962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=4649106845806571962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/4649106845806571962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/4649106845806571962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2011/02/pb-choc-chip-cookies.html' title='PB choc chip cookies'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-280758681566785417</id><published>2010-11-28T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T11:06:47.322-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>pumpkin squares</title><summary type='text'>did a cross between this recipe (scroll down to "Pumpkin Pie Squares") and this one. 

CRUST
3/4 c. flour
3/4 c. oats
1/2 c. chopped  nuts*
1/3 c. brown sugar
1/2 c (1 stick) butter, melted

mix all dry ingredients together.  i used pre-chopped walnuts.  pour melted butter over top.  combine.  pat into pan.  this did not make enough for a 13 x 9 pan (would probably have to double).  patted into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/280758681566785417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=280758681566785417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/280758681566785417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/280758681566785417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2010/11/pumpkin-squares.html' title='pumpkin squares'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-5818296348099645710</id><published>2010-11-03T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T21:45:18.841-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ultimate'/><title type='text'>the end.</title><summary type='text'>i am still grappling to come to terms with the end of my/our/the ultimate season.  i joined a new team, played a new role, played with new teammates, played with my significant other.  we had our ups and downs as a team, cruising all year, hitting some bumps come series-time, pulling through to make the finals, but ultimately falling short of gold.  anyway you look at it, though, it was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/5818296348099645710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=5818296348099645710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/5818296348099645710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/5818296348099645710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2010/11/end.html' title='the end.'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-1705513785391869976</id><published>2010-10-06T22:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T22:51:23.091-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>dancing with a goat</title><summary type='text'>I have a horrible memory when it comes to books I read.  Fiction, non-fiction, nothing really sticks with me.  Andy &amp; I were watching one of the Ring trilogy movies on TV the other day, and he spewed forth the names of the characters, lands, and creatures like they were the names of his closest friends and family.  Several years removed from reading the books  and watching the movies, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/1705513785391869976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=1705513785391869976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/1705513785391869976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/1705513785391869976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2010/10/dancing-with-goat.html' title='dancing with a goat'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-1067546093781940065</id><published>2010-08-21T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T22:17:25.984-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>yogurt dressing &amp; almond cookies</title><summary type='text'>yogurt dressing
recipe was supposed to be:

1c plain yogurt
juice ~1/2 lime
2T white wine vinegar
1/2 t salt
pepper


plus some parseley, which i didn't have.  this didn't taste very great, so i added:

1T creamy horseradish sauce


this made it good.  added to broccoli slaw, but was also good on carrots.


almond cookies
got recipe off of the back of the oat flour package

cream together:
1/2 c </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/1067546093781940065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=1067546093781940065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/1067546093781940065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/1067546093781940065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2010/08/yogurt-dressing-almond-cookies.html' title='yogurt dressing &amp; almond cookies'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-4867245699037804353</id><published>2010-08-19T15:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T15:27:21.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness</title><summary type='text'>"maybe happiness is this: not feeling like you should be elsewhere, doing something else, being someone else."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/4867245699037804353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=4867245699037804353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/4867245699037804353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/4867245699037804353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2010/08/happiness.html' title='happiness'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-6846130540718664583</id><published>2010-07-29T23:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T13:33:50.698-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>blueberry crumb bars</title><summary type='text'>brought to my attention by steffi, i got this recipe from the smitten kitchen website.  smitten kitchen is as equally sophisticated as 101 cookbooks, but with more humor &amp; wit.

followed the recipe (shocking!).  added egg at same time as butter (was nervous about this.)  may not have mixed dough properly/enough (cut butter into flour mixture with 2 butter knives; maybe should have used my hands </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/6846130540718664583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=6846130540718664583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/6846130540718664583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/6846130540718664583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2010/07/blueberry-crumb-bars.html' title='blueberry crumb bars'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-625637414883025206</id><published>2010-07-20T20:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T13:33:22.296-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>steak - it's what's for dinner, take 2</title><summary type='text'>3T teriyaki
1.5 T soy sauce
1 T ginger garlic paste
~1 T honey

marinated frozen london broil steak at RT (it was hot) all day.  
refrigerated for ~2 hours in the evening
grill on medium heat

yummy!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/625637414883025206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=625637414883025206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/625637414883025206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/625637414883025206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2010/07/steak-its-whats-for-dinner-take-2.html' title='steak - it&apos;s what&apos;s for dinner, take 2'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-3093679234863865694</id><published>2010-07-16T20:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T13:33:07.459-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>steak - it's what's for dinner</title><summary type='text'>dry rub on london broil steak

based on this recipe

2 Tablespoons of Chili Powder 
2 Tablespoons of Paprika 
1 Tablespoon of (regular) Oregano 
1 Tablespoon of Thyme 
1 Tablespoon of (regular) Basil 
2 Teaspoons of Dry Mustard 
1 Teaspoon of Cayenne Pepper 

didn't have garlic powder so added instead:
2 Tablespoons of Garlic salt

could use a little more salt

steak was over-cooked, but rub was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/3093679234863865694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=3093679234863865694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/3093679234863865694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/3093679234863865694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2010/07/steak-its-whats-for-dinner.html' title='steak - it&apos;s what&apos;s for dinner'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-5209186574834883046</id><published>2010-06-24T22:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T23:07:43.271-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>meatloaf</title><summary type='text'>based on Alton Brown's recipe, with the following modifications:

- substituted 1/2 cup italian-flavored bread crumbs for the croutons
- didn't have any carrots or red pepper; substituted 1/2 red onion
- didn't pulse anything.  chopped onions fine.  mixed all together by hand.
- no glaze (dear god).  cooked in glass loaf pan.
- ~2 lbs ground beef, leftover from district 5 BBQ (courtesy of DJ).
- </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/5209186574834883046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=5209186574834883046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/5209186574834883046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/5209186574834883046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2010/06/meatloaf.html' title='meatloaf'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-8629230301204581809</id><published>2009-03-03T14:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:05:39.539-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ultimate'/><title type='text'>Team USA try-outs</title><summary type='text'>It was distinctly odd to be flying into Tampa and for it NOT to be October, for it NOT to be Nationals.  I am usually somewhat nervous for Nationals, but this sort of anxiety was different – I am usually calmed somewhat when contemplating the challenges facing my team at Sarasota because we are a team.  This time, I was on my own; I only had myself to rely on.  But, as it turns out, this was also</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/8629230301204581809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=8629230301204581809' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/8629230301204581809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/8629230301204581809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2009/03/team-usa-try-outs.html' title='Team USA try-outs'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-8696565754868002817</id><published>2009-02-07T22:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:56:32.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>crying</title><summary type='text'>more often than not, i'm away on the weekends, and so am not at the gym on a saturday.  i'd almost forgotten that yale hosts various sports youth tournaments, the most disruptive to me of which is squash. the squash courts are adjacent to the locker room my locker is in, so not only do i have to walk the gauntlet of parents, coaches, and players milling about in the hallway to get to the locker </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/8696565754868002817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=8696565754868002817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/8696565754868002817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/8696565754868002817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2009/02/crying.html' title='crying'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-828841185472312567</id><published>2009-02-03T17:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:02:48.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Fest</title><summary type='text'>I missed the Wisconsin Women's alum tourney last year, opting to go to Lei Out instead.  Two west coasts tourneys in one winter is doable, but I also had a conference in Long Beach, which would have made 3 weekends in a row.  This year, I decided I would attend and make it a priority.  So, while my friends went to Vegas, played in the finals, barely slept, won &amp; lost money, and generally partied </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/828841185472312567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=828841185472312567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/828841185472312567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/828841185472312567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-years-fest.html' title='New Years Fest'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-1286694661864205323</id><published>2009-01-26T20:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:59:41.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Team USA</title><summary type='text'>I was aware of some dim chatter a couple of months ago about how the UPA should hold try-outs for choosing Team USA this year, instead of simply hand-selecting the team as they did in 2005.  The Huddle posted a Feature about it, but timing -- it appeared just before Club Championships -- prevented it from attracting my attention.  Later, Chicken was chirping in my ear about, how he was going to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/1286694661864205323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=1286694661864205323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/1286694661864205323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/1286694661864205323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2009/01/team-usa.html' title='Team USA'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-2620874437368826229</id><published>2009-01-22T13:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:05:47.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lei Out 2009</title><summary type='text'>Lei Out 2009 was perhaps one of the most fun tournaments I've ever experienced, despite the playing actually not being that fun.  I dropped the disc more times in one day than I dropped it all of last year.  I don't know what was going on with me.  But, aside from my lackluster playing, I still walked away from the weekend with a huge smile on my (newly tanned) face.Where in the world will Kendra</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/2620874437368826229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=2620874437368826229' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/2620874437368826229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/2620874437368826229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2009/01/lei-out-2009.html' title='Lei Out 2009'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-1331472349913099832</id><published>2008-11-26T21:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:15:58.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 miles of pure awesome</title><summary type='text'>Last Saturday, Ironside held its (first annual?) Beer Run -- 10 miles through the streets of Boston, visiting 10 bars, in 6 hours.  The brainchild of Sam "Hummer" Rosenthal, and charted out by Matt Holzer, it started at the Washington Square Tavern in Brookline, and ended at Colin Mahoney's house in Somerville.  I remember few bars in between by name -- John Harvard's refused to serve us; Sevens </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/1331472349913099832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=1331472349913099832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/1331472349913099832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/1331472349913099832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2008/11/10-miles-of-pure-awesome.html' title='10 miles of pure awesome'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-51593373376197799</id><published>2008-11-17T22:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:09:30.160-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>stem cells</title><summary type='text'>i am participating (as of last week) in a law school reading group entitled "Genomic Freedom and Cognitive Liberties".  a grandiose title for a class that seems to be a friendly forum for the discussion of legal and ethical issue that pertain to the recent genetic advances in biology.this week's topic is "How to fix yourself with your own cells" -- basically, cloning and stem cells for research (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/51593373376197799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=51593373376197799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/51593373376197799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/51593373376197799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2008/11/stem-cells.html' title='stem cells'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-2402233046039602996</id><published>2008-11-07T19:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:16:05.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>florida, chapter 2: Obama</title><summary type='text'>"Huck the Vote" is the brainchild of Nick Reich of PONY.  You've got 300+ young, motivated, typically liberal Ultimate players coming to the swing state of Florida just days before a momentous presidential election.  Why not organize them into staying for a few days before/after Nationals to campaign for Obama?I first learned of HtV from Tim O'Shea, and was quickly invited to join the Facebook </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/2402233046039602996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=2402233046039602996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/2402233046039602996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/2402233046039602996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2008/11/florida-chapter-2-obama.html' title='florida, chapter 2: Obama'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-7120083594664504180</id><published>2008-11-07T19:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:51:39.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>florida, chapter 1: Nationals</title><summary type='text'>arrived wednesday.  was on shopping duty, as i had the BJ's card.  made the most of the trip, but it still sucked and i was tired &amp; cranky when i got back to the condo's.  we stayed at House of the Sun (HOTS) this year, as opposed to Sea Shell Condos, where we stayed last year and all of Boston stayed this year.  HOTS had washer &amp; dryer in each unit, which in my mind was worth the switch alone.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/7120083594664504180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=7120083594664504180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/7120083594664504180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/7120083594664504180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2008/11/florida-chapter-1-nationals.html' title='florida, chapter 1: Nationals'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-191373245943931942</id><published>2008-10-22T20:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:20:34.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lessons learned</title><summary type='text'>1. do not try to become a handler in the 10 days before nationals.we did a marking -- and more importantly for this lesson, a throwing -- drill on both saturday and sunday last weekend at practice.  i guess i don't normally fake and pivot with such conviction (it was a straight-up mark), and my right quad was SUPER sore on monday.  tuesday, it was feeling better enough to lift in the AM, and by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/191373245943931942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=191373245943931942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/191373245943931942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/191373245943931942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2008/10/lessons-learned.html' title='lessons learned'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-4502104678952269279</id><published>2008-09-23T19:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:28:10.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stepping outside</title><summary type='text'>the quiet solace of a library.  which i have not sought in years.  i guess i've created different spaces for myself, in which to think, write, and study -- the last of which i haven't really had to do in years, which may also explain the prolonged absence of this hushed environment in my life.the new bass libray on campus is quite nice.  well-lit.  dark-wood desks and tables.  plenty of private </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/4502104678952269279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=4502104678952269279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/4502104678952269279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/4502104678952269279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2008/09/stepping-outside.html' title='stepping outside'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-4946067301704225805</id><published>2008-09-11T22:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:07:36.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be OK</title><summary type='text'>(cue Aesop Rock...)it hit me today...finally, and completely, that i'll be OK.  one would think that a feeling of peace would have accompanied this realization.  but instead of contentment, i felt a precarious anxiety, an apprehensive resignment.  like walking on thin ice, wondering when or if i'll break through.  cranking the jack-in-the-box, anticipating its sudden explosion.  trying to blow up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/4946067301704225805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=4946067301704225805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/4946067301704225805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/4946067301704225805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2008/09/ill-be-ok.html' title='i&apos;ll be OK'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-7902859615063863829</id><published>2008-09-04T12:32:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T16:53:47.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bikes were made to be crashed</title><summary type='text'>...'cause if you don't crash, you ain't ridin' hard enough.  or, you're just plain stupid.the ingredients: slick ground from the overnight rain.  thin road bike tire not providing much traction. dropped sunglasses, which had been hastily shoved into spandex, as the overcast morning rendered them extraneous. urgent braking -- no reason to stop suddenly, but the conditions were such that a moderate</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/7902859615063863829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=7902859615063863829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/7902859615063863829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/7902859615063863829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2008/09/bikes-were-made-to-be-crashed.html' title='bikes were made to be crashed'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-4447981163518251602</id><published>2008-08-28T14:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T14:36:39.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>intimacy</title><summary type='text'>heard this on NPR the other morning and found it interesting.  took some effort to track it down, so copied it here to find it more easily in the future...http://www.wshu.org/news/story.php?ID=5974Commentary:  Intimacy                                                                                                        Betsy Stone                                     Stamford, CT August 26, 2008</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/4447981163518251602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>growing pains</title><summary type='text'>faced with challenges, owning up to our limitations, accepting undesired outcomes.  in the face of adversity, after a moment of self-pity and fleeting thoughts of resignment, recognizing the choices before me, and acting strongly, capably, maturely. of course, acting is as much a mental game as it is one that manifests itself in the physical world. dwelling not on the negative unknown, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/1564074288314934495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=1564074288314934495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/1564074288314934495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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really know how to style my hair, apply make-up, or construct a stylish outfit.  i have a vague sense of what looks good and what doesn't, but no solid foundation in beauty, cosmetics, or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/6008476199449908744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=6008476199449908744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/6008476199449908744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/6008476199449908744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-feel-pretty.html' title='i feel pretty'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-3100668897853435911</id><published>2008-07-29T18:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:31:53.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this little piggie is broken</title><summary type='text'>i don't remember feeling a snap.   i do remember thinking, "why isn't she moving faster?", getting too close to my defender, and pain as i eventually kicked her.   not one to stop at the stubbing of a toe, i continued to play.but the pain did not go away, so i glanced down at my foot. my little toe was taking a 90-degree turn to the left: this was highly disconcerting, so i called injury and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/3100668897853435911/comments/default' 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When you're interested in doing something, you do it only when it's convenient. When you're committed to something, you accept no excuses; only results.”</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/8656691813442634864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=8656691813442634864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/8656691813442634864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/8656691813442634864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2008/06/interested-vs-committed.html' title='interested vs. committed'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-415905623663416563</id><published>2008-05-21T21:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:52:32.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>coping by planning</title><summary type='text'>merritt and i have been throwing once a week for a while now.  it's been great practice, and great to have someone to throw with.  throwing is weird for me...i'm so self-conscious about my flick, there are few people with whom i feel comfortable really practicing throwing -- not being afraid to try new grips, release points, angles, follow-thrus, etc.  so it's been great throwing with her.  not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/415905623663416563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=415905623663416563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/415905623663416563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/415905623663416563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2008/05/coping-by-planning.html' title='coping by planning'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-1403163318209825095</id><published>2008-04-11T16:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T16:26:51.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>games</title><summary type='text'>i've decided i need to play more games.  they make life more fun.  for example, yesterday the game was to buy more than $20 worth of cereal at Target.  i rocked that game.  i like cereal, and i like Target, so it was an easy win. today's game was: pretend it's not friday and i actually really want to get some work done.  success!  i'm so good at this.maybe tomorrow i will play "find the bottom of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/1403163318209825095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=1403163318209825095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/1403163318209825095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/1403163318209825095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2008/04/games.html' title='games'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-4747577749668538998</id><published>2008-03-28T21:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T21:57:33.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sugar rehab</title><summary type='text'>i'm not really quite sure what precipitated my decision to give up sugar for a week.  well, i do know what catalyzed it.  it was an article i read on-line, basically saying how bad sugar (in particular high fructose corn syrup) is and how it's in everything.  but i read tons of those articles.  what i don't know is why this one read on this day made me take action.  whatever the reason, one of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/4747577749668538998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=4747577749668538998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/4747577749668538998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/4747577749668538998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2008/03/sugar-rehab.html' title='sugar rehab'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-318277186561673389</id><published>2008-03-09T23:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:29:12.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no surprise here</title><summary type='text'>it's no surprise that i suck at blogging.  huge, major life events, and i haven't taken the time to document them. - my first first-author paper (aka my ticket out of grad school): rewriting it, resubmitting it, it getting accepted, going through the proofs.  most of this sucked.  the only good feeling was hitting the "submit" button, and seeing my name in "print".  the rest, sucked.  i am not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/318277186561673389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=318277186561673389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/318277186561673389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/318277186561673389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-surprise-here.html' title='no surprise here'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-8779351210523130431</id><published>2008-01-03T21:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:19:52.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a peach</title><summary type='text'>    &lt;!-- using in-line styles for the paste into blog stuff --&gt;  The Peach  Random Gentle Love Master (RGLM)         &lt;!--t--&gt;Playful, kind, and well-loved, you are The Peach.&lt;!--/t--&gt;  &lt;!--t--&gt;For such a warm-hearted, generous person, you're surprisingly experienced in both love and sex. We credit your spontaneous side; you tend to live in the moment, and you don't get bogged down by inhibitions </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/8779351210523130431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=8779351210523130431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/8779351210523130431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/8779351210523130431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-peach.html' title='i&apos;m a peach'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-7402337163647265686</id><published>2007-12-25T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T14:34:39.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more vocab</title><summary type='text'>in·vei·gle [in-vey-guhl] –verb (used with object)1. to entice, lure, or ensnare by flattery or artful talk or inducements (usually fol. by into): to inveigle a person into playing bridge.2. to acquire, win, or obtain by beguiling talk or methods (usually fol. by from or away): to inveigle a theater pass from a person.tau·tol·o·gy [taw-tol-uh-jee] –noun1. needless repetition of an idea, esp. in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/7402337163647265686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>thanks a lot, dennis</title><summary type='text'>i ran into my old "friend" and former roommate dennis today. after we exchanged the compulsory "how's it going?"'s, i divulged that my paper had been accepted, but that it needed "major" revisions. he was inquired as to the nature of the "major" revisions. i told him that no further experiments were needed, only a massive overhaul of the text.  his response to this was, "oh, it doesn't mean your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/7511804469107573856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=7511804469107573856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/7511804469107573856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/7511804469107573856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/12/thanks-lot-dennis.html' title='thanks a lot, dennis'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-8789066447791236818</id><published>2007-12-16T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T22:28:49.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>moving forward</title><summary type='text'>- reviews of my paper came back: accepted with "major" revisions.  they actually used the word "major".  it was really hard for me to read the reviews. their nature is to be harsh, critical, and unless your paper is near perfect, they don't have too many positive things to say.  and we all know how well i take criticism.  enrique thought they were pretty good reviews.  i thought he was crazy.  i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/8789066447791236818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=8789066447791236818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/8789066447791236818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/8789066447791236818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/12/moving-forward.html' title='moving forward'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-5056223666260067409</id><published>2007-12-07T09:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T22:13:36.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>discoveries</title><summary type='text'>two things i've discovered lately:- climbing is a lot of fun.  part of it is using your entire body to pull yourself up a wall; part of it is the adrenaline rush you get from being 40 ft off the ground, your life in the hands of a knot and your belayer; part of it is doing something that has a learning curve for me again -- each time i go, i'm a little bit better, a little bit stronger, can climb</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/5056223666260067409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=5056223666260067409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/5056223666260067409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/5056223666260067409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/12/discoveries.html' title='discoveries'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-6639178759459726044</id><published>2007-12-06T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T14:34:29.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>vocab</title><summary type='text'>capriciouscontrivancesp.s. i must be a dork because i became giddy upon reading the following sentence fragment: "...muscle, which is a cellular viscoelastic solid of constant volume."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/6639178759459726044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=6639178759459726044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/6639178759459726044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/6639178759459726044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/12/vocab.html' title='vocab'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-2878249700446527323</id><published>2007-12-02T22:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:13:03.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bone of wishes</title><summary type='text'>hope springs eternal when there is a wishbone to be pulled upon, a birthday candle to be blown out, a fortune cookie to be opened. it doesn't take a scientist to know that belief in these...traditions? superstitions? wives tales?  what are they?... is silly and not founded in reason.  but yet the appeal of placing your destiny into an act of chance -- into how the dried bone of a bird carcass </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/2878249700446527323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=2878249700446527323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/2878249700446527323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/2878249700446527323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/12/bone-of-wishes.html' title='bone of wishes'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-312522547162916352</id><published>2007-11-28T17:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T17:07:36.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>decisions</title><summary type='text'>i hate making them. i am bad at it. not that i necessarily tend to make the wrong or a bad decision (although i tend to only remember the bad/wrong decisions, and not the times i made a good/right decision) but that i hem and haw and even when i finally act and decide, i second-guess myself.  i'll save this discussion &amp; analysis for another time; for now, i'll content myself to just list </summary><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-5505091096729065143</id><published>2007-11-24T00:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:17:52.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>giving of the thanks</title><summary type='text'>rather than get all sentimental and talk about what in my life i am thankful for, i will discuss, instead, how i am responsible for the death of one very large bird.sure, i've had turkey at thanksgiving before. pretty much every year, in fact.  even the year our kitchen was being remodeled and my mom made dinner in the microwave; even the year i was in australia.  i don't remember what i did in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/5505091096729065143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=5505091096729065143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/5505091096729065143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/5505091096729065143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/11/giving-of-thanks.html' title='giving of the thanks'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-5759808579877883011</id><published>2007-11-02T16:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T16:22:55.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tidbit not to forget</title><summary type='text'>woody allen's cousin is on my research committee (bill konigsberg).that is all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/5759808579877883011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=5759808579877883011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/5759808579877883011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/5759808579877883011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/11/tidbit-not-to-forget.html' title='tidbit not to forget'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-1179491194033410945</id><published>2007-10-30T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T20:27:27.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nationals: the playing</title><summary type='text'>i did it.  i survived another ultimate season. for some reason, this one seemed harder than years past. maybe it was because there was more on the line, because we were expecting more out of ourselves. maybe it was because more was expected of me, being on the O-line and contributing to the leadership of the team. maybe i had more invested in the outcome of the team. i was just struck, at various</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/1179491194033410945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=1179491194033410945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/1179491194033410945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/1179491194033410945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/10/nationals-playing.html' title='nationals: the playing'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-5179831610597699842</id><published>2007-10-04T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T23:20:58.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>overload</title><summary type='text'>i don't know what to think or feel right now, and i don't know where else to turn right now but to my blog. i just don't think anyone* would understand what i'm going through right now.i was just away at two conferences. the first, last monday thru last wed, was in chevy chase, MD at the HHMI headquarters (HHMI stands for howard hughes medical institute -- basically, howard hughes started this </summary><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-8744882570168721648</id><published>2007-09-12T21:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T21:11:56.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CHC</title><summary type='text'>it's always fun to win a tournament, no matter how big or small, no matter how good or bad the teams in attendance, and no matter who was or wasn't there.  not to take away anything from mr. briefcase, rival, and flaming moe.  they all gave us good games, and made it worthwhile for us to travel to chicago.  it just wasn't an ECC/spawnfest or BI of this year, but i guess they can't all be.man, i'm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/8744882570168721648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=8744882570168721648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/8744882570168721648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/8744882570168721648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/09/chc.html' title='CHC'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-8678230536909598979</id><published>2007-08-28T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T00:12:48.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just what i needed</title><summary type='text'>my quintessential post-tournament unproductiveness lasted a bit longer than usual, spilling over into today, tuesday.  i got out of bed a decent hour (for me at least -- by 9am) but i lingered over breakfast and my first cup (ok more like pot) of coffee from my new gevalia coffee maker.  car-related errands were then run, at the leisurely hour of 11, and the decision not to go into lab today was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/8678230536909598979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=8678230536909598979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/8678230536909598979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/8678230536909598979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-what-i-needed.html' title='just what i needed'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-5517695676059844823</id><published>2007-08-23T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T22:23:27.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not lost</title><summary type='text'>there is a difference between not being where you want to be / not taking the route you intended and being lost.  in the former situation, you still know around-about where you are, you are more or less confident in the direction you are headed, and you know from where you've come and how to get back home.  when you're lost, you have no clue of any of the above. it's kinda like this bike route i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/5517695676059844823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=5517695676059844823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/5517695676059844823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/5517695676059844823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-lost.html' title='not lost'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-8693863311637216357</id><published>2007-08-21T02:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T02:58:22.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>trip</title><summary type='text'>aug 11-14: wisconsin10-year high school reunion saturday night.  weird and awkward and fun all in one.  glad i went.  weird to see some people i hadn't even thought about in 10 years, but also good to see some people (matt raboin, meghan boyle to name a few).drove down to platteville to visit grandma.  she is slowly but surely recovering from 2 surgeries (1 planned for her back; the other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/8693863311637216357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-1649046467804765031</id><published>2007-07-26T16:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T16:12:14.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallingford Plus Plus</title><summary type='text'>i went for my "weekly" early-morning bike ride today with tara.  since kaury was not in attendance, we decided to do a "harder" route: the "Wallingford" ride.  and, if we were feeling up to it, we could tack on an extra 4 hilly miles to complete the "Wallingford Plus" ride.15 miles out, we get to an intersection and tara asks me how i'm feeling.  "let's do it!" i say.  i'm feeling pretty good.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/1649046467804765031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=1649046467804765031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/1649046467804765031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/1649046467804765031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/07/wallingford-plus-plus.html' title='Wallingford Plus Plus'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-6896982486736938806</id><published>2007-07-22T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T23:20:14.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm, i'm bored.  i think i'll do a triathlon</title><summary type='text'>actually, my thought process was more like, "i'm not playing ultimate this weekend.  WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO DO WITH ALL THAT SPARE TIME?"  such is how i came to do a sprint triathlon on my own on saturday.i didn't even know how to spell 'triathlon' correctly before last week, let alone the distances involved in one.  thanks to wikipedia, i discovered that a sprint tri, the shortest of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/6896982486736938806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=6896982486736938806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/6896982486736938806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/6896982486736938806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/07/hmmm-im-bored-i-think-ill-do-triathlon.html' title='hmmm, i&apos;m bored.  i think i&apos;ll do a triathlon'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-5540902173511478200</id><published>2007-07-17T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T12:48:22.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>miscellaneousness</title><summary type='text'>that's really the noun form of miscellaneous, btw.  i swear.  oh, and "ginormous" is now officially a word in the Miriam Webster Dictionary.  it's actually been around since 1940.i just realized how boring my last post (except for the part about my grandma) must be for most of you...well everyone, in fact.  i'll try to make tournament re-caps more exciting from now on.  i will at least include </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/5540902173511478200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=5540902173511478200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/5540902173511478200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/5540902173511478200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/07/miscellaneousness.html' title='miscellaneousness'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-1249548611446111453</id><published>2007-07-16T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T16:07:44.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Philly Invite &amp; my grandma</title><summary type='text'>philly invite this weekend.  actually in allentown, PA which is north and a bit east of philly.  but whatever, it was an easier drive for me/us, since it did not require spending as much time on the NJ turnpike.we went 4-0 the first day, beating delmarvelous (13-5), black molly (15-13), bashing (13-6), and germ circus (13-4).  sunday morning finished out pool play beating anacosta all-stars (13-5</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/1249548611446111453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=1249548611446111453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/1249548611446111453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/1249548611446111453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/07/philly-invite-my-grandma.html' title='Philly Invite &amp; my grandma'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-4924195966489088588</id><published>2007-07-13T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T14:25:24.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Johari Window</title><summary type='text'>this is kinda cool. please visit my site and click on some words!http://kevan.org/johari?name=K-Fred</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/4924195966489088588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=4924195966489088588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/4924195966489088588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/4924195966489088588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/07/johari-window.html' title='Johari Window'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-2173582864807514067</id><published>2007-07-12T16:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T16:58:36.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandblast</title><summary type='text'>after an adventure getting to chicago (which included spending the night at LaGuardia -- fuck you American Airlines!), i finally experienced the magnificence that is Sandblast.first, the bad.  (1) the beaches are less than pristine.  the sand is soft enough, but laden with shards of glass.  thankfully, the shards are for the most part dull and/or buried enough in the sand so as to be harmless, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/2173582864807514067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=2173582864807514067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/2173582864807514067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/2173582864807514067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/07/sandblast.html' title='Sandblast'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-7964744291503177914</id><published>2007-06-27T16:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T16:09:45.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>note to self</title><summary type='text'>do not try to take out your cornea.  contact, yes.  cornea or other permanent eye fixture, no.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/7964744291503177914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=7964744291503177914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/7964744291503177914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/7964744291503177914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/06/note-to-self.html' title='note to self'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-278679214400544969</id><published>2007-06-13T00:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T00:27:57.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tweety must die</title><summary type='text'>i spoke too soon...the. bird. is. back.i need shotgun.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/278679214400544969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=278679214400544969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/278679214400544969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/278679214400544969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/06/tweety-must-die.html' title='tweety must die'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-3305486898729892142</id><published>2007-06-12T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T00:04:47.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>drunkity drunk drunk drunk</title><summary type='text'>(ahhh, i miss frank.  he would say that: drunkity drunk drunk drunk)in the spirit of blogging more, here is what has been on my mind lately:schizo bird.  there has been a bird in my neighborhood lately, that i have decided, is schizophrenic. it chirps at ALL HOURS OF THE DAY.  including MIDNIGHT.  or whenever i am trying to sleep.  or trying to work from home.  all the freaking time.  and not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/3305486898729892142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=3305486898729892142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/3305486898729892142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/3305486898729892142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/06/drunkity-drunk-drunk-drunk.html' title='drunkity drunk drunk drunk'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-190854109743525225</id><published>2007-06-11T23:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T23:57:52.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>injured</title><summary type='text'>haven't posted in a while.  mid-year's resolution: to post more often.today's topic: being injured and why it is GOOD.  yes, that's right: there are good things about being injured.  the BAD are obvious: can't play ultimate, can't train for ultimate, start to suck at ultimate.  so what are the good?  here is my perspective.first, it makes you slow down and listen to your body.  i can't run right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/190854109743525225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=190854109743525225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/190854109743525225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/190854109743525225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/06/injured.html' title='injured'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-3236927619180102420</id><published>2007-03-19T01:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T01:38:50.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck you, insomnia</title><summary type='text'>can't sleep.  as usual, much on my mind.  let me share:pretty good weekend.  snowed all day friday, so my trek to/from the gym was more fun than usual. then jonas called to invite me out drinking.  yes, please! to CM's with jonas, sierra, sma, and sloppy. had a delicious turkey burger, and they have the best salads: nice field greens with some sort of creamy yet vinegary dressing.  yum yum </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/3236927619180102420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=3236927619180102420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/3236927619180102420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/3236927619180102420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/03/fuck-you-insomnia.html' title='fuck you, insomnia'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-7388533558041385154</id><published>2007-03-12T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T22:06:47.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>aaaaaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHge</title><summary type='text'>my old roommate, whom i loved living with and who loved living with me, said that he never experienced "aahge" (not sure of the spelling) while living with me.  "aahge" is best described as a combination of feelings that cause you to feel rage and that make you want to yell "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"  aaahhh! + rage = aaahge. i am feeling aaahhhge tonight, and i'm not sure why.  i think i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/7388533558041385154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=7388533558041385154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/7388533558041385154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/7388533558041385154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/03/aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhge.html' title='aaaaaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHge'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-7922352076448454326</id><published>2007-03-08T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T01:07:53.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bal-tee-more</title><summary type='text'>actually, it's pronounced "bahlmohr" in the local tongue.  and they call you hon.  i'm glad i was told that my first night in town, otherwise i would have gotten offended a couple of times and might have gotten kicked out of bars for slapping the server.yes. so. i was in Baltimore for the 2007 Biophysical Society meeting.  good times.  general impressions of baltimore: MUCH nicer than i expected.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/7922352076448454326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=7922352076448454326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/7922352076448454326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/7922352076448454326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/03/bal-tee-more.html' title='bal-tee-more'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-6503568771491463564</id><published>2007-02-27T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T14:06:01.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the science of beer</title><summary type='text'>the cool thing about scientists is that they can make anything geeky, and thus justifiable.  including drinking beer.i went to this talk last night at the New York Academy of Sciences (NYAS for the initiated) entitled, "The Science of Beer".  it was given by this brittish guy who's studied beer brewing for like 20 years.  what a cool job.  his specialty is the malting process and hops, as opposed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/6503568771491463564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=6503568771491463564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/6503568771491463564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/6503568771491463564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/02/science-of-beer.html' title='the science of beer'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-4432826523631530921</id><published>2007-02-18T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T23:09:04.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ms. nice gal</title><summary type='text'>sean texted me, out of the blue: "Any chance you might consider helping me bone up on some math?"  and then, 5 minutes later, "I would realllly appreciate it.  I take a placement exam this week."what's a nice gal to do?  does she be, well, nice and help the guy out?  or does she avoid the potentially messy situation and say no? why does she feel the need to be nice? and why the need to be nice to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/4432826523631530921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=4432826523631530921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/4432826523631530921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/4432826523631530921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/02/ms-nice-gal.html' title='ms. nice gal'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-716668791545086349</id><published>2007-02-15T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T17:38:38.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Sun</title><summary type='text'>Winter Sunpale in your colorweak in your intensitygone so quicklybeneath the horizonWinter Sunsetsignalling the end ofanother daydispelling any hope ofmore to be done todayin the Sunanother daygoneWinter Sunyou are therebut i cannot feel youlike i feel the Summer Sunare you fake?or do i simplycease to feelin the Winter?Winter Sunsetthe last rays of daylightgrasping weakly at the horizonfighting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/716668791545086349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=716668791545086349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/716668791545086349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/716668791545086349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/02/winter-sun.html' title='Winter Sun'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-2764872638374631115</id><published>2007-02-13T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T17:42:27.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what about me?</title><summary type='text'>just when you thought i was going to have one of those "normal" blogs, in which i just talk about what i do on my weekends, etc., BAM! i come back with an introspective post about my latest "revelation" in therapy.this week's musing is about how i make myself and my needs small, forgotten, overlooked in the face of others.  happened with fi, happened with sean, is happening with edwin.  has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/2764872638374631115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=2764872638374631115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/2764872638374631115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/2764872638374631115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-about-me.html' title='what about me?'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-929757124883416713</id><published>2007-02-11T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:07:39.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend at Mt. Snow</title><summary type='text'>at Mt. Snow in VT with Pass &amp; Farina, and Pass' parents.  also met Farina's parents this weekend.  was calling Pass and Farina Christine and Chris by the end of the weekend.highlights of the w/e: TV. sleeping in.  eating. snowshoeing, but not before getting stuck in the ditch and having no fewer than 6 snowmobilers literally lift my car up and out of said ditch. getting a mondo blister.  pocket </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/929757124883416713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=929757124883416713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/929757124883416713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/929757124883416713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/02/weekend-at-mt-snow.html' title='weekend at Mt. Snow'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-8558569535562075933</id><published>2007-02-03T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:07:39.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one thing i don't like about me</title><summary type='text'>every once in a while we come to realize something about ourselves that we don't like.  and i'm not talking about that gray hair you just found behind your ear, the cellulite on your thighs, the zit that's erupted on your forehead.  i'm talking the lying, the cheating, the dishonesty.  to varying degrees of severity, sure, but it's all bad.for me, this came most recently in the realization that i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/8558569535562075933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=8558569535562075933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/8558569535562075933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/8558569535562075933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-thing-i-dont-like-about-me.html' title='one thing i don&apos;t like about me'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-7117653319480468391</id><published>2007-01-29T22:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T08:51:51.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas!</title><summary type='text'>went to Club Trouble in Vegas this past weekend.  this was notably fun for two reasons: 1) i played womens.  2) it was in Vegas. let's start with #2.  having never been to Vegas before, it was all new and rather overwhelming to me. there were slot machines in the airport to greet me first thing off the plane. the bright, shiny, glittery lights hurt my eyes.  the casino in the lobby of the hotel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/7117653319480468391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>i am not superwoman</title><summary type='text'>i had somewhat of a major realization today in my session with lisa: i can't do everything i want to and do it all well.  you'd think i'd have realized that by now, but it really only hit me today.  i've been setting myself up for failure all this time, thinking i can work long hours in lab, get a good workout in, cook myself dinner, and go out with my friends every day.  and i was shocked to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/5502675830858569926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=5502675830858569926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/5502675830858569926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/5502675830858569926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-not-superwoman.html' title='i am not superwoman'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-116715994965785528</id><published>2006-12-26T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T18:23:14.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinite Intensity</title><summary type='text'>I asked for and received a fitness/training book called "Infinite Intensity" for christmas.  The subtitle is "The ultimate low-tech / high-effect program for maximum speed, endurance, and strength."  Sweet.  It's by this dude named Ross Enamit, a combat athlete and really scary-looking dude. He has built his own dumbbells and referes to "the Iron" as if it were a living, breathing human being. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/116715994965785528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=116715994965785528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/116715994965785528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/116715994965785528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2006/12/infinite-intensity.html' title='Infinite Intensity'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-116645775270949013</id><published>2006-12-11T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T11:05:56.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Landmark Forum</title><summary type='text'>don't have time to re-hash my thought on the Landmark Forum, which I attended this past weekend in Quincy, MA (pronounced "quin-zee" and not "quin-see").  so here is an excerpt from the e-mail i wrote to my sister about it:-------so.  my weekend.  my weekend was spent in a room with 74 other people, trying to desparately to be "transformed".  because that's what we were promised, for $425.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/116645775270949013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=116645775270949013' title='203 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/116645775270949013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/116645775270949013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2006/12/landmark-forum.html' title='Landmark Forum'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>203</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-116533474681003335</id><published>2006-12-05T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T11:56:52.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>catharsis</title><summary type='text'>i feel like i need to purge australia still...i never blogged about the non-frisbee stuff, which is what i need catharsis from.  it feels like there is this poison still in me, and i'm not sure how best to cleanse my system.things were fine up until about thursday of the second week.  first week was spent in sydney with frank, hammer, kris, miles, &amp; steve.  i was getting a little sick of some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/116533474681003335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=116533474681003335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/116533474681003335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/116533474681003335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2006/12/catharsis.html' title='catharsis'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-116495017441282431</id><published>2006-11-30T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T00:24:49.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frisbee update - Nationals &amp; Worlds</title><summary type='text'>Wow, I haven't blogged in a while.  I know if I try to recap everything, I'll give up halfway and then nothing will get posted.  So I'll have to do short work of things, and the dominant force in my life as of late has been Frisbee, so I'll start with that.Nationals - Slow White took 2nd!  or, Slow White took 2nd.  Depending on how you look at it, 2nd is both great and awful.  It's great because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/116495017441282431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=116495017441282431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/116495017441282431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/116495017441282431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2006/11/frisbee-update-nationals-worlds.html' title='Frisbee update - Nationals &amp; Worlds'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-116079123848806095</id><published>2006-10-13T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T22:09:35.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>why i am anti-minute rice on a friday night</title><summary type='text'>had i had minute rice, i probably would not have stopped to buy the gourmet cheese and crackers on the way home from lab to stave off my hunger while i fixed a real dinner.had i not bought the gourmet cheese and crackers, i probably would not have opened the bottle of wine.had i not opened the bottle of wine, i would not have been happily tipsy while preparing dinner.had i not been happily tipsy,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/116079123848806095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-116010271619786222</id><published>2006-10-05T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:20:56.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the blahs</title><summary type='text'>i am sinking into the all-too-familiar feeling of blah where i don't want to get out of bed, making decisions becomes difficult, and curling up behind the cabinet in the hallway starts to seem like a really good idea.  i shut down. i become lethargic. motivation lacking.  will power gone.  getting excited about lab or even frisbee takes more energy than it should.regionals is this weekend.  i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/116010271619786222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>weekend recap</title><summary type='text'>good weekend.  had a party friday night.  was suprisingly well-attended and successful for the last-minute-ness of it.  saturday, ultimate -- played with ramona at coffee cup.  was surprisingly fun.  i think part of that had to do with the fact that i was there voluntarily, i.e. i wasn't expecting or being forced to be there.  and, i got to play.  and, holly wasn't there, so i didn't have to deal</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/115976083231978130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=115976083231978130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/115976083231978130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/115976083231978130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2006/10/weekend-recap.html' title='weekend recap'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-115933034309921625</id><published>2006-09-26T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T00:12:23.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>standing up for myself</title><summary type='text'>i did it.  i wrote my dad an e-mail about my Schwab account.  i talked about it with Lisa today, and we went through the scenario of how the "conversation" would go.  (yeah, so e-mail isn't really a conversation, but it's the closest thing a wuss like me can get to communicating with my big bad scary father.)  this is how i came to muster the courage and the tact to finally express to him what's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/115933034309921625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=115933034309921625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/115933034309921625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/115933034309921625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2006/09/standing-up-for-myself.html' title='standing up for myself'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-115915910080249662</id><published>2006-09-25T00:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T00:38:21.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>why did i drink caffeine at 9pm?</title><summary type='text'>because now i can't sleep.  sigh.  so, in an effort to exhaust myself i will write what is on my mind.weekend: slow white practice at roger williams.  goaltimate sat afternoon.  played well.  jasper later commented on my "sticky hands".  woot.  par-tay saturday night.  lots of people got waaaasted.  early, too.  most of us were gone by 9pm.  we are rock stars.  teddy, kris, and steve puked, that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/115915910080249662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=115915910080249662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/115915910080249662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/115915910080249662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-did-i-drink-caffeine-at-9pm.html' title='why did i drink caffeine at 9pm?'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-115808604692055104</id><published>2006-09-12T14:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T14:34:06.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>breakthrough (#2?)</title><summary type='text'>some people say that depression is simply misplaced anger.  anger towards your friend, your spouse, your parent, your boss, or the world in general becomes directed inward, and you sink into a self-hate-filled depression.  seems simple enough.  but i was not prepared for the power of understanding the source of that anger.i thought i hated myself, and just need to learn to be easier on myself.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/115808604692055104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=115808604692055104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/115808604692055104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/115808604692055104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2006/09/breakthrough-2.html' title='breakthrough (#2?)'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-115690700743262653</id><published>2006-08-29T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T23:03:58.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i exist and i get angry and that's OK</title><summary type='text'>there are starting to be reoccuring themes in my sessions with lisa.   one is that sometimes, i'm afraid to make space for myself -- to simply be.  for example, i identified one of the reasons i find going over to the pollard lab to do TIRFM experiments is that i feel like i'm bothering people in that lab.  upon further questioning, it came out that i felt that by simply being there in the lab, i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/115690700743262653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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(fallen hero?)</title><summary type='text'>seems i've been here before: mind full of thoughts, preventing me from sleeping.   so i get up and have a bite to eat, to calm my stomach (turns out i was also a little hungry), and figure i'll try to capture some of those thoughts...started seeing lisa again.  second session today.  part of me had been wondering why i am still struggling -- why hadn't i been "cured" yet?  not surprisingly, i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/115449494801393840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=115449494801393840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/115449494801393840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/115449494801393840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2006/08/cant-sleep-fallen-hero.html' title='can&apos;t sleep... (fallen hero?)'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-115371285949306122</id><published>2006-07-23T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:47:39.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>teamwork, support, parents</title><summary type='text'>it's been a while...i don't feel stuck anymore.  i went up in dosage on my meds (anti-depressants) and i've seen an effect.  i don't feel like sleeping 12+ hours a day.  i am in much better spirits.  more energy, more motivated.  i can make decisions.  i'm a little concerned about having to go up in dosage already (i guess it's been 8 months), but if it helps make things easier, then OK.mom and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/115371285949306122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=115371285949306122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/115371285949306122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/115371285949306122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2006/07/teamwork-support-parents.html' title='teamwork, support, parents'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-115172733043390402</id><published>2006-06-30T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T00:15:30.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stuck</title><summary type='text'>i've been here before.  seemingly doing OK on the outside, a total mess on the inside.  spinning my wheels.  i just can't get control...no wonder why i have those dreams about driving a car that's out of control, or leading a group of people except not knowing where i'm going...the warning signs are clear: bingeing.  uncontrolled,  daily. patterns.  behaviors.  situations.  life?  me?i still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/115172733043390402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=115172733043390402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/115172733043390402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/115172733043390402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2006/06/stuck.html' title='stuck'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-115155538067063235</id><published>2006-06-29T00:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T23:50:49.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>random things</title><summary type='text'>random things that are on my mind:- stressed about lab...but in a good way?  you know how they say a little stress is good?  i.e. that it gets us to get stuff done?  i'm hoping that's the kind of stress i'm feeling.  ever since i talked to enrique and he basically told me i needed to "earn" my vacation in november (for going to worlds in australia), i've been a little anxious about putting in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/115155538067063235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=115155538067063235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/115155538067063235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/115155538067063235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2006/06/random-things.html' title='random things'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-114058842181322243</id><published>2006-02-22T00:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T01:07:01.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bragging</title><summary type='text'>if i can't brag about myself on my blog, where can i?i had a freakin' awesome winter league game tonight.  freakin' awesome.  i'm talking D here.  OK, so there are some not-s0-good players in winter league who throw ill-advised throws to the girl i'm covering, but still.  they weren't thrown directly at me; i had to anticipate them and GO TO the bad throw and knock it away.  in other words, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/114058842181322243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=114058842181322243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/114058842181322243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/114058842181322243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2006/02/bragging.html' title='bragging'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-114040953608990716</id><published>2006-02-19T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T23:25:36.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another year older...</title><summary type='text'>but am i another year wiser?had a fabulous birthday weekend.  help a party at my place thursday night.  so great to have a houseful of friends.  really made me realize how many good friends i have -- and i am so appreciative of that fact.  it also made me realize how i wouldn't have been able to make it through my recent tough times without all my friends.  i gave out little gifts to various </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/114040953608990716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=114040953608990716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/114040953608990716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/114040953608990716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-year-older.html' title='another year older...'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-114024094481212060</id><published>2006-02-18T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T23:41:38.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what a week</title><summary type='text'>Tues - told andrew i was switching labs. had a negative effect on my appetite: was not hungry. didn't really eat much after winter league either. couldn't sleep, got up and ate dinner.Wed - a good day. told lab i was switching at tea time. it was a little nerve-wracking and that took away my appetite.Thurs - an even better day. told Enrique i wanted to join his lab for sure. he made an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/114024094481212060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=114024094481212060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/114024094481212060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/114024094481212060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-week.html' title='what a week'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-113994826699085722</id><published>2006-02-14T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T15:17:47.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>clarity</title><summary type='text'>it's funny how smoking clears my mind.  slows things down.  makes everything seem more real, the little details more significant.i felt the cold,  saw my breath (from the cold not from the smoke).  i heard music in the distance -- maybe bells ringing?  water was dripping.  i thought, "why go on?"  why not just lie down in the cold, wet snow, and stop.  the courtyard was quiet, empty.  and then i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/113994826699085722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=113994826699085722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/113994826699085722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/113994826699085722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2006/02/clarity.html' title='clarity'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9810468.post-113972030533660446</id><published>2006-02-11T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T00:01:39.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quiet</title><summary type='text'>it is snowing out, quietly but steadily.  they are predicting up to 16" of snow.  perhaps i will go skiing, finally.i am sitting at my desk, which is cluttered as usual. i can't seem to keep it clean for longer than 24 hours. i think my problem is that i can't throw things away right away -- i have to let the moment pass, then i am ready to part with them.i have lit a candle, one of the small red</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/feeds/113972030533660446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9810468&amp;postID=113972030533660446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/113972030533660446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9810468/posts/default/113972030533660446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbfreder.blogspot.com/2006/02/quiet.html' title='quiet'/><author><name>kbf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572268320536319818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdtdqe0QcU0/SKRw36ZJBVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fvZq491-m-g/s1600-R/P1000542.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
