<?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-11329621</id><updated>2011-06-17T12:55:56.684+12:00</updated><category term='101things list update tarot life'/><category term='spiritual'/><category term='list'/><category term='movies'/><category term='hotel'/><category term='reply'/><category term='book'/><category term='beliefs'/><category term='links'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='life'/><category term='limes'/><category term='mylife'/><category term='cool'/><category term='101things'/><category term='green'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='delicious'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='iwant'/><category term='physics'/><category term='review'/><category term='work'/><category term='update'/><category term='apples'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Bright Copper Kettles</title><subtitle type='html'>Still a practice blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>570</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-2788731633328613167</id><published>2008-04-13T18:10:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:20:13.155+12:00</updated><title type='text'>how to pronounce stuff</title><content type='html'>Ooh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;this! thanks &lt;a href="http://www.dontcom.com/"&gt;Darren&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forvo.com/"&gt;Forvo&lt;/a&gt; - All the words in the world. Pronounced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So useful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-2788731633328613167?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/2788731633328613167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=2788731633328613167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/2788731633328613167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/2788731633328613167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-to-pronounce-stuff.html' title='how to pronounce stuff'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-7527944633326242671</id><published>2008-03-09T12:26:00.006+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T12:54:36.780+13:00</updated><title type='text'>101 Things List Update</title><content type='html'>I am going to rewrite 101 Things in 1001 Days list cause things change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things I have done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;26. I have paid off my credit card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;27. I have paid off student loan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;29. I am getting paid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;31. I only work the hours that I am paid for (for 4 weeks in a row)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;43. All the USB ports on my laptop are working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;55. I know whether my video player works or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;57. I own a digital slr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;59. I have new glasses and/or contacts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;66. go to a music festival or gig/concert overseas (not NZ or Australia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;68. get a professional massage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;86. go to work drinks at least once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;95. do a tarot reading for someone other than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;These are the things I have done that I will need to do again:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;37. clear out gmail account&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;39. clean sofas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;40. reorganize flickr account&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;44. All my cds/data are backed up and organised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;45. My Phd stuff is cleared out, sorted out and stored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;46. All my digital photos are archived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;58. I have been to the dentist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;60. visit grandmother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;61. visit mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;These are the things that I have started:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;47. I have sold or given away all the books I don’t want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;48. I have sold or given away all clothes that I won’t ever wear again unless I absolutely love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;50. I have sorted out all my stuff into sell/give/throw away and keep pile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;51. I have sold/given/thrown away everything in the sell/give/throw away piles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;52. All my cds are in storage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;75. try 3 new dance classes (bellydance, flamenco)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;97. throw 5 parties (1/5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;These are the things I have changed my mind about doing and are coming off the list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;30. I am getting paid my goal income or better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;64. see the mars volta live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;91. write a WHOLE song complete and final and finished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;92. make a webpage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;93. make a webmap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;94. do a complete astrological chart/reading for someone other than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;100. read the last 2 books in the grigori series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;101. find the 1st book in the grigori series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;These are things that may remain on the list unless I can think of better things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;28. I have paid back all other loans&lt;br /&gt;32. I have my own company&lt;br /&gt;33. My company does something or some things&lt;br /&gt;34. Everyone who owes me money has paid me back&lt;br /&gt;35. Unsubscribe from the unnecessary and unused&lt;br /&gt;36. clear out uni email account&lt;br /&gt;38. tidy up files on laptop&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. make a list of all my blogs&lt;br /&gt;42. fix blogs&lt;br /&gt;49. I have gotten rid of all shoes that I will never wear again&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. I have returned all cds that are not mine&lt;br /&gt;54. I have returned all books that are not mine&lt;br /&gt;56. I have a copy of Doomsday on dvd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;62. get a surfing lesson/s&lt;br /&gt;63. go on a surf holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;65. see the queens of the stone age live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;67. go to every art gallery within 1km radius at least once&lt;br /&gt;69. do the waikaremoana lake walk&lt;br /&gt;70. go to a classical concert&lt;br /&gt;71. try rock-climbing&lt;br /&gt;72. dye hair&lt;br /&gt;73. straighten hair&lt;br /&gt;74. get a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;76. visit Greece&lt;br /&gt;77. kayak around Mediterranean&lt;br /&gt;78. visit South America&lt;br /&gt;79. go snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;80. learn how to do yoga&lt;br /&gt;81. regular (5 days/week) pilates/yoga/dance for 2 months&lt;br /&gt;82. I can do right leg splits&lt;br /&gt;83. I can do left leg splits&lt;br /&gt;84. I can do 10 real press ups in a row&lt;br /&gt;85. drink a glass of water every morning for 60 days in a row&lt;br /&gt;87. I smile at everyone I see/meet/talk to (for a week)&lt;br /&gt;88. finish 5 paintings&lt;br /&gt;89. plug my bass in and play it for at least 15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;90. I can play the moonlight sonata on keyboard/piano&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. sit in albert park for a day reading and people watching and picnicking and taking photos&lt;br /&gt;98. make a tarot covers/cases for the decks without covers/cases&lt;br /&gt;99. sell my bead stuff or make something with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-7527944633326242671?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/7527944633326242671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=7527944633326242671&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/7527944633326242671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/7527944633326242671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2008/03/101-things-list-update.html' title='101 Things List Update'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-3187182421620065476</id><published>2007-06-01T17:30:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T17:38:32.699+12:00</updated><title type='text'>aargh!</title><content type='html'>There are too many social webby things for me to keep track of... facebook, friendster, flickr, that music one, geni, linkedin, twitter, jaiku, and the others I can't remember off the top of my head and the others that I have registered for and forgotten... and then the slightly less "networky" interwebby things like the blogs (I forget how many I have now) and the newsreaders (again several, none of which I use) and lots lots more... eek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take last.fm for example. A couple of people mentioned it today and I thought "oooh, that sounds very cool, I should register!" Well. It turns out I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; registered. In 2005. Woops. Then the inevitable trying to remember my password (no I don't trust password banks) etc... and then realising why I don't use it... voila! a whole couple of hours wasted. Yeah. I exaggerate, maybe an hour at the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should boycott all of them. Or at least pose the question "how does this enhance my life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class = "shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-3187182421620065476?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/3187182421620065476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=3187182421620065476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/3187182421620065476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/3187182421620065476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2007/06/aargh.html' title='aargh!'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-8659999622328648321</id><published>2007-06-01T14:09:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T14:11:54.724+12:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish i had wheatgrass</title><content type='html'>but this will do. I feel MUCH better now and my green craving is almost appeased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoothie&lt;br /&gt;1/2 bag of spinach&lt;br /&gt;2 bananas&lt;br /&gt;handful of frozen mango&lt;br /&gt;handful of frozen berries&lt;br /&gt;apple juice&lt;br /&gt;goji berries&lt;br /&gt;maca powder&lt;br /&gt;spirulina&lt;br /&gt;cacao nibs&lt;br /&gt;flax seed oil&lt;br /&gt;cocounut oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class = "shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-8659999622328648321?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/8659999622328648321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=8659999622328648321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/8659999622328648321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/8659999622328648321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-wish-i-had-wheatgrass.html' title='i wish i had wheatgrass'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-2021008115793204495</id><published>2007-05-26T17:02:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T18:12:56.979+12:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing's right without you here</title><content type='html'>I am at a gig. Between bands. It is hazy and I am nightdreaming and not quite fitting in and not quite caring. Things are fine but not right. And then all of a sudden a song catapults into sharp focus. There is something about it. I am not sure if it is the melody, the bassline, the voice or the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;there's something natural in the way you touch me, it's a feeling that I can't describe, something mystic in the soul connection, something magic in your misty eyes... there's something that I can't explain about this, there's something something that I can't explain... it is what it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone real interrupts me, is talking at me, but I am captured by the song, the song is more real than the people around me. And I know it is going to end and I am going to talk and forget it, so I scrawl words on a coaster and continue the night. But it was a moment of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get home I google the lyrics. It is a cover of a Fat Freddy's song. Flashback. By The Twilight Singers and Mark Lanegan. So perhaps it was the voice that hooked me, Mark Lanegan's voice is hypnotic to me. It is probably my favourite voice of all time. Yes, I like him better than Maynard and better than Chris and better than Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am caught in an interweb and synchronicity storm. Connections everywhere. It all fits in a weird way. And then I stumble across another cover by The Twilight Singers and Mark Lanegan - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UbmGM56XYeo"&gt;Live With Me&lt;/a&gt; (Massive Attack). Wow. It is one of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those &lt;/span&gt;songs, you know the songs that haunt you, transform you, that reach into places rarely touched, that twist your insides out. Or maybe it is just me. I don't even have the words to describe it. I seem to have lost my words somewhere along the way. Just as well these songs have words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;it don't matter, when you turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;gonna survive, you live and learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I've been thinking about you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;by the light of dawn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;and in my blues ... day and night ... I've been missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I've been thinking about you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;come live with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;either way, win or lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;when you're born into trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;you live the blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I've been thinking about you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;see it almost makes me crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;nothing's right, without you here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I'd give all that I have, just to keep you near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I wrote you a letter, I tried to, make it clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;you don't seem to think that I'm sincere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I've been thinking about you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;come live with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;plans and schemes, hopes and fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;dreams I've denied, for all these years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I've been thinking about you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;makes me wanna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;nothing's right, if you ain't here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I'd give all that I have, just to keep you near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I wrote you a letter, I tried to ,make it clear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;but you don't seem to think that I'm sincere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I've been thinking about you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;come live with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;come live with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;come live with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-2021008115793204495?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/2021008115793204495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=2021008115793204495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/2021008115793204495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/2021008115793204495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2007/05/nothings-right-without-you-here.html' title='nothing&apos;s right without you here'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-6303764605853934107</id><published>2007-05-22T23:38:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:42:06.503+12:00</updated><title type='text'>delicious links</title><content type='html'>Blog of found &lt;a href="http://passiveaggressivenotes.wordpress.com/"&gt;passive aggressive notes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Speed &lt;a href="http://www.spreeder.com/"&gt;thing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/g/a/2007/05/21/onthejob.DTL"&gt;Article &lt;/a&gt;on all those people out and about during the day time when most people are working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class= "shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-6303764605853934107?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/6303764605853934107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=6303764605853934107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/6303764605853934107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/6303764605853934107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2007/05/delicious-links.html' title='delicious links'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-7883875026120030310</id><published>2007-05-20T20:48:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:05:35.261+12:00</updated><title type='text'>jean stress</title><content type='html'>My goodness clothes shopping is stressful! And jean shopping is even more stressful, especially when you haven't bought jeans for over 8 years and have no clue what size you are or what brands/styles fit/suit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is winter. And apparently my weight is still dropping or my clothes are being stretched by elves in the middle of the night. And I am getting sick of pulling things up and wearing clothes that don't fit. So last week I finally succumbed and went shopping for jeans and other clothes. Ick! I HATE malls. No wonder I have been putting it off. And most of the clothes are ugly besides. Anyway I only managed to find an OK pair of jeans that will do for work before I couldn't stand it anymore and had to run away and recuperate. It is such a pity that I can't try things on online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the clothing problem is not solved. And neither is the jean problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking that skinny jeans are so very ugly, but maybe it is just that they don't look that great on most body types. Maybe I can get away with it. Because I am VERY attracted to the &lt;a href="http://www.rocknruin.co.nz/shop/Womens+Clothing/Trousers/Hot+Pink+Low+Slung+Drainpipes.html"&gt;hot pink drainpipes&lt;/a&gt; I found surfing whilst surfing the interweb for jean wisdom. I wonder if I can get away with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-7883875026120030310?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/7883875026120030310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=7883875026120030310&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/7883875026120030310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/7883875026120030310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2007/05/jean-stress.html' title='jean stress'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-7594673807508283987</id><published>2007-03-30T18:34:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T18:37:40.698+12:00</updated><title type='text'>the smacking thing</title><content type='html'>I was going to share my opinions. But thought better of it. So I will just say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is fantastic that so many people care so much about the wellbeing of children and families that this smacking thing is such a big issue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-7594673807508283987?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/7594673807508283987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=7594673807508283987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/7594673807508283987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/7594673807508283987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2007/03/smacking-thing.html' title='the smacking thing'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-367665322817511516</id><published>2007-03-29T22:00:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:51:52.496+12:00</updated><title type='text'>my current alltime favourite albums (subject to change and in not much of an order)</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grace - Jeff Buckley&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sing The Sorrow - AFI&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Siamese Dream - Smashing Pumpkins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nevermind - Nirvana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aenima - Tool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;White Pony - Deftones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hysteria - Def Leppard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Real Thing - Faith No More&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blood Sugar Sex Magick - Red Hot Chilli Peppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weezer - Weezer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Songs For The Deaf - Queens Of The Stoneage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Solo Piano - Philip Glass&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;s.c.i.e.n.c.e - Incubus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Korn - Korn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never Never Land - Unkle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Funeral - The Arcade Fire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Superunknown - Soundgarden&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dirt - Alice in Chains&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last Exit To Garageland - Garageland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pawn Shoppe Heart - The Von Bondies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lullabies to Paralyze - Queens Of The Stoneage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aurora Gory Alice - Letters to Cleo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cannon Fodder - Future Stupid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OK Computer - Radiohead&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Bends - Radiohead&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Title Of Record - Filter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fly My Pretties Live At Bats - Fly My Pretties&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark Hollis - Mark Hollis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bubblegum - Mark Lanegan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;De-Loused in the Comatorium - The Mars Volta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ten - Pearl Jam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rage Against the Machine - Rage Against the Machine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joshua Tree - U2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blink 182 - Blink 182&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clarity - Jimmy Eat World&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Misery Is A Butterfly - Blonde Redhead&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mezzanine - Massive Attack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;American III - Johnny Cash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;American IV - Johnny Cash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cure For Pain - Morphine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Appetite For Destruction - Guns n Roses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kick - INXS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MTV Unplugged in New York - Nirvana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black Holes &amp; Revelations - Muse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ritual de lo Habitual - Janes Addiction&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Traction - Supergroove&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thriller - Michael Jackson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Black Album - Metallica&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;vs - Pearl Jam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Downward Spiral - Nine Inch Nails&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arrival - Abba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Crane Wife - The Decemberists&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Great Destroyer - Low&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Wall - Pink Floyd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A City By The Light Divided - Thursday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to Steal the World - Helicopter Girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Bottles, Old Medicine - Medicine Head&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So Tonight That I Might See - Mazzy Star&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adam &amp;amp; Eve - Catherine Wheel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abba - Abba&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Without You I'm Nothing - Placebo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pipe Line Under The Ocean - Pluto&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Palo Santo - Shearwater&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plans - Death Cab For Cutie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You See Colours - Delays&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fashion Nugget - Cake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Warning - Hot Chip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Welcome to Sky Valley - Kyuss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Purple - Stone Temple Pilots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Sunset Tree - The Mountain Goats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get Ready - New Order&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Place in the Sun - Lit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home - Sevendust&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So Jealous - Tegan and Sara&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Innervisions - Stevie Wonder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brothers In Arms - Dire Straits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jawbox - Jawbox&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tracy Chapman - Tracy Chapman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Geographica - Weta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gravity - Our Lady Peace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;City Chorus - Age Pryor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-367665322817511516?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/367665322817511516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=367665322817511516&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/367665322817511516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/367665322817511516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-current-alltime-favourite-albums.html' title='my current alltime favourite albums (subject to change and in not much of an order)'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-6817450583471561734</id><published>2007-03-01T23:39:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T23:46:36.803+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>so I keep saying...</title><content type='html'>... although do I &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;need even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more &lt;/span&gt;alone time?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I could always use a break and a trip far far away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizfarm.com/images/1136191193goddess.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Goddess&lt;/b&gt;. You are a goddess. Your constantly helping people with their problems, but you never take time for you. You should try to take some alone time. Take a trip far away, where noone knows you. It will be good for you, because you deserve a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Goddess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="83"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorceress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="83"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Wolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Elf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Shadow Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Dragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Vampyre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="42"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Faerie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="42"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Zombie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="17"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;17%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=130120"&gt;What ancient breed are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drow"&gt;that's&lt;/a&gt; what a "Drow" is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-6817450583471561734?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/6817450583471561734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=6817450583471561734&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/6817450583471561734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/6817450583471561734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-i-keep-saying.html' title='so I keep saying...'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-200612162743438661</id><published>2007-03-01T23:29:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T23:34:42.367+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>yeah yeah... i didn't need to do a quiz to tell me this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizfarm.com/images/1133592712Serenity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Serenity (Firefly)&lt;/b&gt;. You like to live your own way and don't enjoy when anyone but a friend tries to tell you should do different.  Now if only the Reavers would quit trying to skin you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Serenity (Firefly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="94"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;94%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Deep Space Nine (Star Trek)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="81"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;81%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Babylon 5 (Babylon 5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="81"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;81%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Moya (Farscape)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="69"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;69%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;FBI's X-Files Division (The X-Files)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="63"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Millennium Falcon (Star Wars)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="63"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Andromeda Ascendant (Andromeda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="56"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;56%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Bebop (Cowboy Bebop)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Nebuchadnezzar (The Matrix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Galactica (Battlestar: Galactica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Enterprise D (Star Trek)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="44"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;44%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;SG-1 (Stargate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="44"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;44%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=111863"&gt;Your Ultimate Sci-Fi Profile II: which sci-fi crew would you best fit in? (pics)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://spanblather.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-sci-fi-crew-babylon-5.html"&gt;span!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-200612162743438661?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/200612162743438661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=200612162743438661&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/200612162743438661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/200612162743438661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2007/03/yeah-yeah-i-didnt-need-to-do-quiz-to.html' title='yeah yeah... i didn&apos;t need to do a quiz to tell me this...'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-1150375840320537725</id><published>2007-02-12T23:37:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T10:48:38.208+13:00</updated><title type='text'>delicious link</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.columbia.edu/%7Esss31/rainbow/god.qa.html"&gt;God As Computer Programmer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not sure if this is funny if you are not a programmer... any non-programmers (are there any?!) lemme know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as being funny it is also quite profound and wise! For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Q: What is the one true religion?&lt;br /&gt;A: All systems have their advantages and disadvantages, so just pick&lt;br /&gt;  the one that best suits your needs and don't let anyone put you down.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-1150375840320537725?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/1150375840320537725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=1150375840320537725&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/1150375840320537725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/1150375840320537725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2007/02/delicious-link.html' title='delicious link'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-7809127977021939168</id><published>2007-02-11T22:31:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T22:30:15.843+13:00</updated><title type='text'>question of the day</title><content type='html'>Is it only the sugar in processed food that is addictive or are there other things that are addictive as well? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Christmas I was really happy with my diet. I ate what I felt like, when I felt like it and I felt GREAT. I just listened to what my body wanted, and it wanted fresh fruit and vegetables and that's about it. Then Christmas happened and I had a couple of weeks where I ate a) too much and b) stuff I didn't feel like eating because a) I felt pressured into it to make other people feel good and b) there weren't any alternatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't listen to what my body wants to eat because it is telling me to eat processed and/or fatty and/or sugary food. And it is telling me to eat it continuously. Grrr. It is especially annoying because I can now tell that the processed food makes me lethargic and drained and I even get an almost allergic reaction to heavily processed stuff. Yet I still want to eat it! GRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to fast. Yes. That is what I will do. As soon as I finish my hot cross buns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-7809127977021939168?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/7809127977021939168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=7809127977021939168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/7809127977021939168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/7809127977021939168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2007/02/question-of-day_11.html' title='question of the day'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-5267780631280058851</id><published>2007-02-08T21:31:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T20:48:26.489+13:00</updated><title type='text'>question of the day</title><content type='html'>What matters more: what is true? or what you believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-5267780631280058851?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/5267780631280058851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=5267780631280058851&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/5267780631280058851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/5267780631280058851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2007/02/question-of-day.html' title='question of the day'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-1958289413382093687</id><published>2007-02-07T22:28:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:32:59.862+13:00</updated><title type='text'>delicious links</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://server1.sky-map.org/?locale=EN"&gt;Sky Map Thingy&lt;/a&gt; cause I like stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neatorama.com/2007/02/06/11-most-important-philosophical-quotations/"&gt;Important Philosophical Quotations&lt;/a&gt; cause I like philosophy and I like quotations. "Important" might be subjective though. Particularly like "the unexamined life is not worth living."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-1958289413382093687?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/1958289413382093687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=1958289413382093687&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/1958289413382093687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/1958289413382093687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2007/02/delicious-links.html' title='delicious links'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-4964589389544406473</id><published>2007-01-03T21:58:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:12:26.595+13:00</updated><title type='text'>underwear is expensive</title><content type='html'>I just spent $100 and it was a sale and I didn't get a lot:&lt;br /&gt;2 singlet tops&lt;br /&gt;1 bra&lt;br /&gt;2 pairs of knickers&lt;br /&gt;1 pair of board shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear oh dear. That was my BDO ticket. And I really could do with more. Baggy falling off clothes is one thing (although I was unreasonably upset today when my favourite board shorts are definitely too big to wear) but baggy falling off underwear is another. Why is underwear so expensive?! And why are almost all the bras padded and/or synthetic and/or decorated with lace and flowery bright designs? Why don't they make more underwear that I like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will have to take the board shorts back. It seems I have dropped two dress sizes, not one, unless they are doing funny things with dress sizing. I think I have only dropped one underwear size. So how does that work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-4964589389544406473?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/4964589389544406473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=4964589389544406473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/4964589389544406473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/4964589389544406473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2007/01/underwear-is-expensive.html' title='underwear is expensive'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-7706830371700051656</id><published>2007-01-03T21:19:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T21:48:53.124+13:00</updated><title type='text'>my list my list!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="http://spanblather.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-my-new-years-resolutions.html"&gt;span&lt;/a&gt; for reminding me about my &lt;a href="http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/09/101-things-in-1001-days-or-for-as-long.html"&gt;101 Things in 1001 Days&lt;/a&gt; list! I had forgotten. I must update it because things change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it really hard thinking of goals/dreams I really want to do though. I have never really been career driven or had big dreams about doing big things. The things that have always mattered the most to me is a)the people I am with and b) learning stuff about me and the world and other people. It is not the sort of thing that easily translates into a list of 101 things I really really want to do. I mean, if I am happy and I have people around me whom I love and they are happy and I have the freedom and resources to do what takes my fancy I don't care all that much whether I do any of that list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at the moment being a housewife and just pottering around doing what I feel like appeals. Although "pottering around doing what I feel like" could include any number of things including consulting and travelling and research and creating. I am almost certain that I won't usually feel like doing housework. And I guess I am also very particular about where I would be happy being a housewife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-7706830371700051656?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/7706830371700051656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=7706830371700051656&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/7706830371700051656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/7706830371700051656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-list-my-list.html' title='my list my list!'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-4513498402045510971</id><published>2006-12-20T17:36:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T17:44:48.985+13:00</updated><title type='text'>proving God</title><content type='html'>Odd and bemusing conversations going on at Sir Humphreys about Free Will and God. They are a couple of my favourite topics, but it seems rather pointless to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is odd because in my opinion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;God is not somethng you prove&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;proof is over-rated and over-worshipped&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God (or whatever) is as "natural" as anything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it seems like lots of people who comment on those are there to prove themselves right and make everyone else agree with them. As opposed to listening and to expanding their ideas and maybe seeing that they might actually be saying the exact same thing a lot of the time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perspective really makes such a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-4513498402045510971?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/4513498402045510971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=4513498402045510971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/4513498402045510971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/4513498402045510971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/12/proving-god.html' title='proving God'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-7107678500183793521</id><published>2006-12-03T18:30:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T18:33:46.752+13:00</updated><title type='text'>carnivale</title><content type='html'>I am addicted to Carnivale. I Have just finished Season 1 and about to start Season 2. I do like dark complex unobvious magical tv series. I would buy it if I wasn't on a budget, but it is definitely going on my "I want to own" list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-7107678500183793521?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/7107678500183793521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=7107678500183793521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/7107678500183793521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/7107678500183793521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/12/carnivale.html' title='carnivale'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-505318024998762971</id><published>2006-11-27T17:11:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T17:24:17.290+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='physics'/><title type='text'>collision of minds</title><content type='html'>So I have been doing flaky reading and "research" into flaky spiritual stuff. One of the key ideas I have recently come across is the Multiverse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I come across &lt;a href="http://pc.blogspot.com/2006/11/quantum-physics-debate-1-many-worlds.html"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;post about the Many Worlds Interpretation (aka Multiverse) of Quantum Physics (thanks &lt;a href="http://www.sirhumphreys.com/chefen/2006/nov/26/many_worlds"&gt;Chefen&lt;/a&gt;!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore synchronicities and I have always been very fond of what I think quantum physics is (which may be completely different from what it actually is because I find all those articles and books about it quite tiresome to wade through).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I admit that I didn't carefully read the "flaky" theory of the Multiverse either. It seemed rather tedious as well. I just made up what I thought it sounded like and added it to my philipsophy/cosmology. Details schmetails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So I guess this is a post about nothing really. I guess I just like my idea of the multiverse and like that it has come up synchronously and I like it when spirit and science collide. Or at least when I imagine they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-505318024998762971?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/505318024998762971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=505318024998762971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/505318024998762971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/505318024998762971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/11/collision-of-minds.html' title='collision of minds'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-4902809222907810386</id><published>2006-11-21T22:15:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:19:29.086+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><title type='text'>radiant souls!</title><content type='html'>I found this cool site: &lt;a href="http://spiritlibrary.com/"&gt;SpiritLibrary&lt;/a&gt; , which is a &lt;a href="http://www.radiantsouls.com/"&gt;RadiantSouls&lt;/a&gt; project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The library contains channeled information from a variety of sources. Very easy to read, search, use! And very pretty too!&lt;a href="http://spiritlibrary.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-4902809222907810386?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/4902809222907810386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=4902809222907810386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/4902809222907810386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/4902809222907810386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/11/radiant-souls.html' title='radiant souls!'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-531399270184552839</id><published>2006-11-16T21:17:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T21:27:16.707+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delicious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iwant'/><title type='text'>delicious link</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kuenstlerheim-luise.de/en/rooms.htm"&gt;This &lt;/a&gt;looks like a super cool hotel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly like &lt;a href="http://www.kuenstlerheim-luise.de/en/rooms/314.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; room and &lt;a href="http://www.kuenstlerheim-luise.de/en/rooms/312.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; room and &lt;a href="http://www.kuenstlerheim-luise.de/en/rooms/309.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and &lt;a href="http://www.kuenstlerheim-luise.de/en/rooms/304.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://www.kuenstlerheim-luise.de/en/rooms/107.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how could I forget &lt;a href="http://www.kuenstlerheim-luise.de/en/rooms/306.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-531399270184552839?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/531399270184552839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=531399270184552839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/531399270184552839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/531399270184552839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/11/delicious-link.html' title='delicious link'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-2871310724826980492</id><published>2006-11-15T19:21:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T19:31:28.872+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apples'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green'/><title type='text'>green thing</title><content type='html'>I am going through a green phase at the moment, specifically apple green. I have been painting a huge painting that consists of only the one colour paint (apple green) and now I have invented a brilliant and yummy green "recipe" for "dinner." Although of course it doesn't involve cooking or anything much at all and it would be just as good for breakfast, lunch, dessert, or as a snack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chop up 3 apples, leaving the skin on.&lt;br /&gt;I used granny smith apples because they are green and they match my painting and the limes, but I suppose you could use other types of apple if you really wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;2. Squeeze the juice of 1 lime over the apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had intended to freeze the apples (with lime quarters) but I made the mistake of tasting it first and could not stop eating. So maybe I will make some more and see what freezing does. It probably does bad things to apples. Where are the apple food scientists when you need them?! I probably ought not wake them up in the middle of the night just to ask about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-2871310724826980492?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/2871310724826980492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=2871310724826980492&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/2871310724826980492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/2871310724826980492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/11/green-thing.html' title='green thing'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-662982408432560008</id><published>2006-11-09T18:45:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:52:59.593+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='101things'/><title type='text'>101 Things Update</title><content type='html'>I have been paid!! Finally. Yay! What a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I have now completed these list items:&lt;br /&gt;26. I have paid off my credit card&lt;br /&gt;29. I am getting paid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately item number 64 (see the mars volta live) is further away. How disappointing! It was the thing I was looking forward to. And I don't even know if I will want to go see them in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-662982408432560008?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/662982408432560008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=662982408432560008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/662982408432560008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/662982408432560008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/11/101-things-update.html' title='101 Things Update'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-5553010790009165693</id><published>2006-11-08T13:27:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T13:35:15.498+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beliefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reply'/><title type='text'>dreaming - reply to lucyna</title><content type='html'>Silly computer. I can't post a comment to my own blog. Nevermind. I suppose Mercury &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; still retrograde (communication &amp; technical problems). And the work phones/networks have been very very dodgy as well. Anyway, I am getting off-track. Here is my reply to Lucyna's comment from the post before this one. Chefen is right, she does have a talent for starting very interesting conversations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words that are in italics are lucyna's. Words that aren't are mine. Warning it is long and waffly and probably very boring for anyone only interested in the nitty gritty of material life. And probably very annoying for people who like things black and white with definite opinions and answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on some level you are correct in that life is just a part of a much greater reality&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that you and I believe so. Maybe other people don't? Or maybe other people are not as interested in thinking about it? Hard to tell and I guess it does not matter ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think what gets me going on comparing life to a dream is the implication that nothing we do matters, just like in a dream nothing matters particularly much.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. I think I see where you are coming from now! Yes we have different philosophies and views on this. I am not very good with the middle of the road stuff. My view is both that nothing matters and that everything matters. Which confuses people (especially logical rational scientists) and makes it hard to explain and so I don't often try. Although it is not exactly "nothing matters and everything matters," those are just the best words I can find at the moment to describe what I think/feel. All these sorts of ideas are like concept clouds in my head. They are more feelings/knowings.  I don't think about these things in words, so it is hard to translate. Or perhaps it is beyond words? Perhaps that is why there is so much metaphor and analogy, which adds to the confusion and disagreements around spirtuality and religion - we are trying to use everyday language to describe something that is beyond language? I find it easier to paint these ideas. Or just think them quietly to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the "nothing matters" part because I think that many people are very concerned and focused on things that do not actually matter. I sometimes get caught up and obsess about things that are not that important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life is far more real than that - what we do can have very permanent consequences&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree. Everything we do has consequences. I would even go so far as to say that everything we think and feel has consequences. I guess where we might differ is that I think dreams are real too and have consequences, and that the "bigger dream" is real and has consequences. So there are different levels of reality,and different levels of consequences and different levels of things mattering.... hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so permanence is relative. What is permanent in the dream, is not permanent in real life. And if real life is like a dream in that there is a greater reality, perhaps what is permanent here is not permanent "out there." Which would make sense if you believe in everlasting life and that death is only the body dying, not the soul. Although perhaps it is not supposed to "make sense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. have not thought about this before... so this is just what is popping out of my fingers as I type... interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can kill someone close to you in a dream, and the next morning you wake up and they are very much alive as an example&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Although I am sure we will interpret this differently :)&lt;br /&gt;I think that the consequences of killing someone in a dream are only effective (not the right word) in the dream, ie if you kill someone in a dream then they are only dead in the dream (unless you have weird dreams like I do). But in the dream you often would not know that they are not really dead and that it is only a dream (unless you are good at dreaming like you are). But the consequences of what you do in the dream also ripple out into real life. I know if I had a dream about killing someone I would feel/think and maybe behave differently in "real life" because of it. It would make me question things and look more closely at my life and maybe change things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps saying that life is like a dream is questioning what we mean by permanence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said all that I think that it is important to do the best you can regardless of whether it is a dream or real life or wherever you find yourself. But I also believe that everyone is doing their best anyway. So therefore it does not really matter. It's one of those duality things again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also believe that people should do/stand up for what is important to them. Which is why I like reading what you write and discussing things with you. I like that you have firm beliefs and stand up for them. I do not have to believe the same thing, although I suspect many of our beliefs overlap and we just have different interpretations of things. For example, I would not call myself "Christian" because my interpretation of what Jesus said is very different from most other people's. But I am choosing to believe in and follow what he is said to have said (interpreted in my own way) so I am not exactly not a Christian either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I like the idea that we are in exile here, this is not our natural reality but it is one we have to live in and it is one we have to succeed in to get back to where our true home is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a common theme among all religions isn't it? I like this idea too but I don't think of it as exile. I think of it as we are here to play. Or perhaps I should say I am here to play and have fun and learn. I also think of "true home" as more of a state or another dimension rather than a place that you travel in space to go to. The home metaphor is good though. It is hard to think in those extra dimensions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These beliefs suit me at the moment. I am quite sure they would not suit everyone. That's OK. By the same token other people's beliefs are not necessarily good for me. Which reminds me of another couple of quotes (paraphrased) I like at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;Beliefs are just thoughts you think a lot.&lt;br /&gt;It does not matter what you believe because what is true is not dependent on your belief and it will be true regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-5553010790009165693?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/5553010790009165693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=5553010790009165693&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/5553010790009165693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/5553010790009165693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/11/dreaming-reply-to-lucyna.html' title='dreaming - reply to lucyna'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-6582197028830826497</id><published>2006-11-05T14:59:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T15:02:40.613+13:00</updated><title type='text'>nursery rhyme wisdom</title><content type='html'>row row row your boat&lt;br /&gt;gently down the stream&lt;br /&gt;merrily merrily merrily merrily&lt;br /&gt;life is but a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-6582197028830826497?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/6582197028830826497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=6582197028830826497&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/6582197028830826497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/6582197028830826497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/11/nursery-rhyme-wisdom.html' title='nursery rhyme wisdom'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-1054645086941609679</id><published>2006-11-03T13:48:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T15:03:10.229+13:00</updated><title type='text'>oh dear</title><content type='html'>Oh dear. I have been very very calmly (and somewhat bemusedly - some people have very strange brains!) following that pagan christianity secular science thing thread at Sir Humphreys. It is like when people drive past a car crash. I can't stop myself from looking out of morbid curiosity. Fortunately I have been able to stop myself from commenting, which is a very good thing. Bob seems to be of the opinion that I should tell people what I think/believe. But really there is not an awful lot of point most of the time. Especially when it comes to spiritual stuff. Most people just wouldn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science. Religion. Paganism. Christianity. Hedonism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. All those are cool. I pick all of the above. Well maybe not "christianity" but the stuff jesus taught. And maybe not "paganism" but some of those beliefs. They seem to be pretty much the same thing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-1054645086941609679?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/1054645086941609679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=1054645086941609679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/1054645086941609679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/1054645086941609679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-dear.html' title='oh dear'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-5576453217598760984</id><published>2006-10-27T15:49:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T15:54:15.665+13:00</updated><title type='text'>costume update</title><content type='html'>Well. Who knew how many black lace dresses I had forgotten about! I am certainly not short of black lace outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am pleased because I can still fit into my leotards from when I was 16. Yay! Although they are a bit tighter. Hmmm. And I found even more clothes from long ago that I can wear now! What great taste I have! And I figure I am about as slim as I was 10 years ago. Yay! Although a different shape. Hmmm. And less toned, which is not surprising seeing as I don't exercise. Must start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am crap at putting a sari on. Must go check the interweb for instructions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-5576453217598760984?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/5576453217598760984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=5576453217598760984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/5576453217598760984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/5576453217598760984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/10/costume-update.html' title='costume update'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-929546883919453824</id><published>2006-10-27T12:55:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T13:09:36.419+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>halloween costumes</title><content type='html'>I know I have been grouchy over the money thing, but I do have two Halloween parties this weekend and they are free! Although the current dilemma is how to get to them. I mean they are both within 30 minutes walking distance, but it IS Auckland and quite likey to rain and I will be in costume. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. As usual I have left the costume thing till the last minute. I tend not to worry because I have two pairs of ear, a pair of wings, a cape, and many witchy type items in my everyday wardrobe. So it's not like I won't have anything to wear. But I would like to wear different things if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first party is "your former self." There are many many options: gymnast, goth, model, 80s, 70s, rock star, hippy. And then, if we think in terms of former lives there is anything and I am thinking: cat, fairy, ethnic (you know bells on my ankles and sari), 40s, 50s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second party's costume I will worry about tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I am off to try on leotards, old clothes and my grandmothers dresses and to attempt to put a sari on. Although how I am going to walk for half an hour in a sari in the possible rain carrying alcohol without the sari falling down is another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-929546883919453824?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/929546883919453824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=929546883919453824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/929546883919453824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/929546883919453824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-costumes.html' title='halloween costumes'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-7081336082321668543</id><published>2006-10-27T12:38:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:54:48.567+13:00</updated><title type='text'>dollars and cents</title><content type='html'>Aarrgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wait another 2 weeks before I get paid! &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;That will make it 10 weeks without pay. Ten weeks is really nearing my limit. I am now over-maxed out on my credit card and overdrafts. For the next two weeks I will have to live on the spare $5 in my account plus whatever cash I can find. Grrr. It also means I will have to cancel 3 social things. Grrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still. At least I have paid the rent and at least I have food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But GRRR!!! It is annoying in the extreme and I am now regretting my non-essential spending over the past two months which amounts to a grand total $150. That is not much to spend on non-essentials over two months, especially when I have had to be very frugal, and especially when $70 of that was a Mars Volta ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr! Now I am going to have to be even more frugal. GRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is going to be an interesting two weeks. I think I will spend this weekend selling stuff on Trade Me. I wonder if the Universe is trying to tell me something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-7081336082321668543?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/7081336082321668543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=7081336082321668543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/7081336082321668543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/7081336082321668543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/10/dollars-and-cents.html' title='dollars and cents'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-7252801179004518083</id><published>2006-10-23T14:45:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T15:09:06.981+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>the four agreements</title><content type='html'>Wow. What an amazing book. &lt;a href="http://www.miguelruiz.com"&gt;The Four Agreements: A Practical Guide to Personal Freedom&lt;/a&gt; by Don Miguel Ruiz is fantastic. Maybe it is just where I am at the moment and all the things I have read before this book, but I had light-bulb-flash after light-bulb-flash while reading it. And none of it is really new information either - it is jsut put togehter in a simple and concise and easily accessible way. It is a wonder I have never come across the book before. Maybe  I just needed reminding now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is based on Toltec wisdom and describes four agreements that you can adopt as guiding principles:&lt;br /&gt;   1. Be impeccable with your word.&lt;br /&gt;   2. Don’t take anything personally.&lt;br /&gt;   3. Don’t make assumptions.&lt;br /&gt;   4. Always do your best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple, yes. Easy, hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bbilanich.typepad.com/blog/2006/08/four_agreements.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is a good article about the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-7252801179004518083?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/7252801179004518083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=7252801179004518083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/7252801179004518083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/7252801179004518083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/10/four-agreements.html' title='the four agreements'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-803250736971165575</id><published>2006-10-21T20:53:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T21:31:52.915+13:00</updated><title type='text'>dietary changes. fascinating huh?</title><content type='html'>When I was little my favourite things to eat were raw fruit and vegetables and dried fruit. I didn't (and still don't) really like meat or fish. And I didn't like cooked vegetables then and have adjusted to eating cooked vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I seem to be going back to that. My favourite "meals" at the moment are:&lt;br /&gt;half a papaya with lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;OR a handful of raisins&lt;br /&gt;OR a handful of pumpkin seeds&lt;br /&gt;OR three oranges (yeah yeah I LIKE oranges and I like three)&lt;br /&gt;OR a banana&lt;br /&gt;OR a carrot&lt;br /&gt;OR a baked kumara&lt;br /&gt;OR half an avocado&lt;br /&gt;OR soup&lt;br /&gt;OR my latest very delicious cocktail concoction (half a kiwifruit, a quarter of a lemon, orange juice, cranberry juice, amaretto, midori)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whenever I go to make myself a cup of tea or coffe, 80% of the time I just end up  drinking boiling water, sometimes with lemon, sometimes without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this may sound like I am on a diet. I'm not. I don't need to diet. Or it may sound like I have made a decision to do this. No. It just kind of happened. I am just eating and drinking what I feel like eating and drinking. It is very strange that what i feel like eating and drinking has changed so much of it's own accord. And I am wondering why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even think that the raw food diet/lifestyle looks more appealing and not cause I care about the poor little cows and sheep. And there have been quite a few days where my diet has been raw food. Although I don't know about cutting out dairy and grains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will say that it is hard eating with people. I end up eating stuff I don't feel like and more than I want to. Then I feel sick and bloated. Visiting my grandmother was difficult because she kept trying to feed me, and I wasn't hungry and I ate far more than I wanted and she still she thought I hadn't eaten enough. Hmmm. Am going to have to think of strategies to handle other people commenting on my eating habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think my Doctor would have various fits about my diet and lack of red meat and my "meals". But I am not so sure all that mainstream knowledge about nutrition is that accurate. For example about 5 months ago I had quite high cholesterol. So my Doctor gave me lots of pamphlets to read about what to change to reduce my cholesterol. I filed them away and promptly forgot all about it and continued as I was. Then 2 months ago I got a letter to say they wanted to retest my cholesterol levels. I thought "Woops!" and assumed that theyd be about the same cause i hadn't actually done anything and that I'd get a telling off. So I went and had the test and I get a phone message saying "congratulations on reducing my cholesterol and to continue doing what I was doing." Bizarre! I wasn't doing anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-803250736971165575?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/803250736971165575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=803250736971165575&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/803250736971165575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/803250736971165575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/10/dietary-changes-fascinating-huh.html' title='dietary changes. fascinating huh?'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-9044643664030663371</id><published>2006-10-17T21:36:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T21:47:46.287+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>little miss sunshine</title><content type='html'>GO SEE IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so hard I cried. Several times. In the movie theatre. With other people around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is warm and fuzzy too. In a weird way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO SEE IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-9044643664030663371?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/9044643664030663371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=9044643664030663371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/9044643664030663371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/9044643664030663371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/10/little-miss-sunshine.html' title='little miss sunshine'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-2597518679682774349</id><published>2006-10-16T17:31:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T08:52:36.981+13:00</updated><title type='text'>delicious links</title><content type='html'>I really really really want one of these:&lt;a href="http://design.hgtv.com/bath/Video_detail.aspx?id=366"&gt; Washplanes - Flat Sink&lt;/a&gt; It is going on  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the   &lt;/span&gt;list. The bathroom of either the isolated west coast beach house and/or the funky inner city loft style apartment should have one or more of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.philipkdick.com/works_covers.html"&gt;Philip K. Dick Book Cover Gallery&lt;/a&gt; - what does liking this make me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imaginationcubed.com/LaunchPage"&gt;Imagination Cubed&lt;/a&gt; - Someone please draw with me! I'm not desperate! Honest! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-2597518679682774349?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/2597518679682774349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=2597518679682774349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/2597518679682774349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/2597518679682774349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/10/delicious-links.html' title='delicious links'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-5892588011315152653</id><published>2006-10-16T16:54:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T17:30:21.676+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>counting</title><content type='html'>I am trying to do a new budget. When I finally start getting paid (it'd better be soon) it will be fortnightly instead of monthly, and it will be part-time instead of full-time. Anyway, it is very very frustrating and depressing! If I am frugal and careful and don't do many fun things and don't eat out or buy coffee or clothes or shoes (which I need) or contacts/glasses (which I need) or go to the doctor or dentist (which I should do) or get broadband (which I would like), I figure I can save $300/month. Maybe $400. That is ridiculous! How can I save enough to do anything?! Especially as my savings are also my emergency fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my income goes to rent, power, insurance and food. My internet is really cheap (and slow) and I don't have a phone line and I don't spend more than $20/month on my mobile and I don't spend anything on transport/car. And I can't remember when I last bought new clothes or stuff. And I am careful not to go to too many gigs (&lt; $400/year including the BDO). And I only go to 2-3 movies per year. And I don't get dvds out. And I rarely eat out or buy lunches. And I avoid going out to drink because it costs too much. And I never go on holiday. And even though my alcohol collection looks very very extensive it is only so large because I don't drink a lot and people keep giving me alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand. Where do other people get money to do things? Maybe I will have to sell my bass rig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-5892588011315152653?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/5892588011315152653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=5892588011315152653&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/5892588011315152653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/5892588011315152653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/10/counting.html' title='counting'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-6899298611399402181</id><published>2006-10-09T20:48:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:09:45.384+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='101things list update tarot life'/><title type='text'>list update of sorts</title><content type='html'>I am making progress on the list thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dyed my hair (item 72). My hair is now brown. Yes it was brown before. That is not the point. The point is that I dyed it. Besides there are lots of different shades of brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gmail account is almost cleared out (item 37). I will finish it tonight I think. Bob reckons   that it is horribly unorganised because I just leave all my messages in my Inbox. By cleared out I meant that I had read the hundreds of unread emails in my Inbox. So I am down to 20 unread messages from 600-700ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't get why I "should" move things out of my Inbox. Why can't they just stay there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"55. I know whether my video player works or not"&lt;br /&gt;It works. I put a yoga video in. I think I can cross off item 80 (learn how to do yoga). I already know how to do yoga, I just didn't know I knew. Of course I can't actually do it very well. I am very out of condition. Although the strange thing is that I can still almost do right leg splits (item 82)! It hasn't changed much over the past 10 years even though I haven't done any stretching or exercise at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"85. drink a glass of water every morning for 60 days in a row"&lt;br /&gt;I think this will need revising. It is very problematic.&lt;br /&gt;1) I am not good at keeping count&lt;br /&gt;2) I am not a morning person. In general all morning events are a haze and there is no way I am going to remember to drink water let alone remembering if I drank water. Maybe this goal is not that important. (Note: morning equals until 11am or until after the first coffee or two or three - the number required depends on the time. If it is early (ie before 9am) then lots and lots and lots of coffee is needed to get me out of the morning haze).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"95. do a tarot reading for someone other than me"&lt;br /&gt;Done! It was pretty good too. I am quite pleased with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am also a bit p*ssed off with the tarot. It seems to answer other people's questions very clearly and nicely, but all my recent readings for myself have been annoying. For example, I have a decision I really really really want to make. I choose two options and ask the tarot about the outcome for each choice. And the outcomes are basically the same! How annoying is that? It is especially annoying because I have been asking the tarot about this particular question for months now. And it always says the choices are equally bad/good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"97. throw 5 parties"&lt;br /&gt;This is hard because other people keep having parties. But I see it is Friday 13th this week. Maybe I will throw a spontaneous last minute party and if it is last minute enough then no one will be able to come because they will have other plans and I won't have to clean up before and after and it will still count because I will be partying and dressing up by myself. That sounds reasonable doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-6899298611399402181?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/6899298611399402181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=6899298611399402181&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/6899298611399402181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/6899298611399402181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/10/list-update-of-sorts.html' title='list update of sorts'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-7005840173386066084</id><published>2006-10-06T16:43:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T16:51:40.667+13:00</updated><title type='text'>her name is pansy and she is not that messy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/ig/directory?synd=open"&gt;google gadgets&lt;/a&gt; are a bit distracting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also completely addicted to &lt;a href="http://gmodules.com/ig/creator?synd=open&amp;url=http://www.geocities.com/wisgarytorres/bejeweled.xml"&gt;bejewelled&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-7005840173386066084?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/7005840173386066084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=7005840173386066084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/7005840173386066084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/7005840173386066084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/10/her-name-is-pansy-and-she-is-not-that.html' title='her name is pansy and she is not that messy'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115994768187724548</id><published>2006-10-04T20:04:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T20:46:28.050+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mylife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>my brain is exploding</title><content type='html'>The new job is good. Very interesting. Too interesting. And more work than I can handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to be working 4 days per week but have been doing 4.5 - 5 days per week and longer than paid hours and there is still too much to do! And I am even contemplating working 6-7 days this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be a problem. It could end up like this: too interesting -&gt; work too much -&gt; feel underpaid -&gt; feel resentful.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am also finding it "difficult" (ie brain exploding and overstimulating) because I am working in, let me count.... 8-10 different and completely new to me areas of knowledge/research all at once, many of them requiring proposals in the next week, which isn't much time to absorb entire fields of study. And it seems that it is me that needs to absorb the fields of study rather than other people absorb what I do. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time I am also learning and applying 2-3 newish technical skills. And I have to read and write academic "stuff", which I haven't done in years. I am finding it quite hard to translate my thoughts (which seem to be in either "thing/stuff" mode or programmer mode or blog mode) into academic language. And it is especially hard translating into academic languages that I have never learned. Especially when I am a physical scientist/programmer who has spent the last 4 years working with engineers and almost all these new fields of study are social science. My goodness what a shock! Not only is it a completely different language, it is also a completely different way of thinking! Labyrinthal. Is that a word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I keep getting distracted by the fascinating journal databases and it is very very hard not to venture off track when I do a literature search. So many fascinating things! So many potential thesis/research ideas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I am overloaded and distracted and overstimulated and very very busy and enjoying it all immensely but keeping one eye on the potential for it all to turn to custard and thinking I ought to be thinking of strategies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115994768187724548?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115994768187724548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115994768187724548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115994768187724548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115994768187724548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-brain-is-exploding.html' title='my brain is exploding'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115967634282216246</id><published>2006-10-01T17:10:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T17:28:55.546+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Update on 101 Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I have paid off my credit card&lt;br /&gt;27. I have paid off student loan&lt;br /&gt;28. I have paid back all other loans&lt;br /&gt;29. I am getting paid&lt;br /&gt;30. I am getting paid my goal income or better&lt;br /&gt;31. I only work the hours that I am paid for (for 4 weeks in a row)&lt;br /&gt;32. I have my own company&lt;br /&gt;33. My company does something or some things&lt;br /&gt;34. Everyone who owes me money has paid me back&lt;br /&gt;35. Unsubscribe from the unnecessary and unused&lt;br /&gt;36. clear out uni email account&lt;br /&gt;37. clear out gmail account&lt;br /&gt;38. tidy up files on laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. clean sofas DONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. reorganize flickr account&lt;br /&gt;41. make a list of all my blogs&lt;br /&gt;42. fix blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. All the USB ports on my laptop are working&lt;br /&gt;44. All my cds/data are backed up and organised&lt;br /&gt;45. My Phd stuff is cleared out, sorted out and stored.&lt;br /&gt;46. All my digital photos are archived&lt;br /&gt;47. I have sold or given away all the books I don’t want&lt;br /&gt;48. I have sold or given away all clothes that I won’t ever wear again unless I absolutely love them&lt;br /&gt;49. I have gotten rid of all shoes that I will never wear again&lt;br /&gt;50. I have sorted out all my stuff into sell/give/throw away and keep pile&lt;br /&gt;51. I have sold/given/thrown away everything in the sell/give/throw away piles&lt;br /&gt;52. All my cds are in storage&lt;br /&gt;53. I have returned all cds that are not mine&lt;br /&gt;54. I have returned all books that are not mine&lt;br /&gt;55. I know whether my video player works or not&lt;br /&gt;56. I have a copy of Doomsday on dvd&lt;br /&gt;57. I own a digital slr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. I have been to the dentist&lt;br /&gt;59. I have new glasses and/or contacts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;60. visit grandmother DONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. visit mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. get a surfing lesson/s&lt;br /&gt;63. go on a surf holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;64. see the mars volta live HAVE TICKET...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. see the queens of the stone age live&lt;br /&gt;66. go to a music festival or gig/concert overseas (not NZ or Australia)&lt;br /&gt;67. go to every art gallery within 1km radius at least once&lt;br /&gt;68. get a professional massage&lt;br /&gt;69. do the waikaremoana lake walk&lt;br /&gt;70. go to a classical concert&lt;br /&gt;71. try rock-climbing&lt;br /&gt;72. dye hair&lt;br /&gt;73. straighten hair&lt;br /&gt;74. get a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;75. try 3 new dance classes&lt;br /&gt;76. visit Greece&lt;br /&gt;77. kayak around Mediterranean&lt;br /&gt;78. visit South America&lt;br /&gt;79. go snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. learn how to do yoga&lt;br /&gt;81. regular (5 days/week) pilates/yoga/dance for 2 months&lt;br /&gt;82. I can do right leg splits&lt;br /&gt;83. I can do left leg splits&lt;br /&gt;84. I can do 10 real press ups in a row&lt;br /&gt;85. drink a glass of water every morning for 60 days in a row&lt;br /&gt;86. go to work drinks at least once&lt;br /&gt;87. I smile at everyone I see/meet/talk to (for a week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;88. finish 5 paintings - How do you define finish? I have two "unfinished" paintings on my wall. I am wondering if that is enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. plug my bass in and play it for at least 15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;90. I can play the moonlight sonata on keyboard/piano&lt;br /&gt;91. write a WHOLE song complete and final and finished&lt;br /&gt;92. make a webpage&lt;br /&gt;93. make a webmap&lt;br /&gt;94. do a complete astrological chart/reading for someone other than me&lt;br /&gt;95. do a tarot reading for someone other than me&lt;br /&gt;96. sit in albert park for a day reading and people watching and picnicking and taking photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;97. throw 5 parties ONE DOWN FOUR TO GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. make a tarot covers/cases for the decks without covers/cases&lt;br /&gt;99. sell my bead stuff or make something with it&lt;br /&gt;100. read the last 2 books in the grigori series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;101. Play a live gig (changed from "find the 1st book in the grigori series")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115967634282216246?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115967634282216246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115967634282216246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115967634282216246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115967634282216246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/10/update-on-101-things-26.html' title=''/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115846308808096848</id><published>2006-09-17T14:57:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T15:18:08.526+12:00</updated><title type='text'>good reasons to ignore good advice #1</title><content type='html'>So there is the current wardrobe philosophy that says you should get rid of everything that doesn't fit you and that you haven't worn for x months. &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; Because apparently if you are not wearing something now, you will never wear it again, and if you don't fit something now you will never fit into it again. It is accepted wisdom. It is also quite wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the women's magazines tell you about this. And I guess it also fits in with the general "get rid of clutter" thing (feng shui, gtd, general life organisation or whatever). I wonder if one of the reasons they tell you this is to encourage you to buy more new things? But that is a different topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never followed this sage advice. And I always feel a little guilty when I realise I have clothes stored from 10+ years ago - including clothes that I can't actually get into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I now feel much better about doing my own thing and ignoring the accepted wisdom about such matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working on item number 48 of my 101 Things - ie getting rid of clothes that don't fit and that I will never wear again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am discovering that 90% of the clothes that I couldn't bear to part with and couldn't actually fit into for many years now fit!! And look good! And, because I have my own style that is not related to fashion trends, I can wear these clothes now!!! I am quite impressed with myself: I still like/love clothes that I bought 10+ years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old clothes discovery is a very very very good thing because:&lt;br /&gt;a) I seem to have lost a lot of weight for no reason and my current clothes are mostly far too big now and I have been struggling to find clothes to wear and wondering what to do about the problem.&lt;br /&gt;b) I don't have any money to buy new clothes - and even if I did, I really can't be bothered going shopping and spending money on clothes.&lt;br /&gt;c) I really loved all those clothes that I stored and I am thrilled that I can wear them again!&lt;br /&gt;d) I really do know what I am doing and I should continue to ignore sage advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. In light of this discovery I am updating item number 48 to: get rid of clothes that don't fit unless I love them and may fit into them later, in which case I will store them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115846308808096848?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115846308808096848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115846308808096848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115846308808096848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115846308808096848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/09/good-reasons-to-ignore-good-advice-1.html' title='good reasons to ignore good advice #1'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115845423723894183</id><published>2006-09-17T12:30:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T12:58:00.250+12:00</updated><title type='text'>silly people</title><content type='html'>Goodness the silly Brash affair thing is annoying. OK. You asked for it. So I almost (but thought better of it) voted at Sir Humphreys like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about &lt;b&gt;if&lt;/b&gt; Brash resigns, I just care about &lt;b&gt;why&lt;/b&gt; he resigns. My vote is "Brash shouldn't have to resign because of a silly affair." Maybe he should resign for other reasons (such as not being able to do the job), but not for the alleged affair reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why people are making such a fuss about it all. Well. No. I do understand, it's about sex and sin and people seem to be very interested in and opinionated and uptight about sex, particuarly when people are/aren't having the sort of sex that complete strangers think they should have with the people they think they should have it with. I am quite sure there would be more fuss if the affair was "sordid" and less fuss if he had done something less interesting like I don't know... steal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think it is about morals at all. It is about people being annoyed that someone did not behave how they wanted them to. Isn't it? I am quite sure most people do not care about the actual morals of Brash and only care that he appears to act in a way that  fits in with their own personal morals. Right? I mean, wouldnt everyone be quite happy if Brash had been spylike enough to not let anyone find out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't read all the comments or been paying attention to the media. It's just not that interesting to me. Besides i am quite sure that no one except the parties involved know the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really don't care about Brash's private life. I think an affair (was there actually an affair?) is a stupid reason to resign and that the whole thing is a silly fuss about something that is not as important as other more important things. Everyone lies and sins and breaks laws. Don't they? I mean, I would make an excellent prime minister and it is not totally inconceivable that I could be married and have what some people might call an affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anway, don't people have better things to gossip about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115845423723894183?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115845423723894183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115845423723894183&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115845423723894183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115845423723894183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/09/silly-people.html' title='silly people'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115830619844810955</id><published>2006-09-15T19:34:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T19:22:42.930+12:00</updated><title type='text'>101 Things in 1001 Days (or for as long as I feel like)</title><content type='html'>Here is my list of 101 Things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start date = 15 September 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 25 are not for sharing. Yeah I know the tenses are confused. There is a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I have paid off my credit card&lt;br /&gt;27. I have paid off student loan&lt;br /&gt;28. I have paid back all other loans&lt;br /&gt;29. I am getting paid&lt;br /&gt;30. I am getting paid my goal income or better&lt;br /&gt;31. I  only work the hours that I am paid for (for 4 weeks in a row)&lt;br /&gt;32. I have my own company&lt;br /&gt;33. My company does something or some things&lt;br /&gt;34. Everyone who owes me money has paid me back&lt;br /&gt;35. Unsubscribe from the unnecessary and unused&lt;br /&gt;36. clear out uni email account&lt;br /&gt;37. clear out gmail account&lt;br /&gt;38. tidy up files on laptop&lt;br /&gt;39. clean sofas&lt;br /&gt;40. reorganize flickr account&lt;br /&gt;41. make a list of all my blogs&lt;br /&gt;42. fix blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. All the USB ports on my laptop are working&lt;br /&gt;44. All my cds/data are backed up and organised&lt;br /&gt;45. My Phd stuff is cleared out, sorted out and stored.&lt;br /&gt;46. All my digital photos are archived&lt;br /&gt;47. I have sold or given away all the books I don’t want&lt;br /&gt;48. I have sold or given away all clothes that I won’t ever wear again unless I absolutely love them&lt;br /&gt;49. I have gotten rid of all shoes that I will never wear again&lt;br /&gt;50. I have sorted out all my stuff into sell/give/throw away and keep pile&lt;br /&gt;51. I have sold/given/thrown away everything in the sell/give/throw away piles&lt;br /&gt;52. All my cds are in storage&lt;br /&gt;53. I have returned all cds that are not mine&lt;br /&gt;54. I have returned all books that are not mine&lt;br /&gt;55. I know whether my video player works or not&lt;br /&gt;56. I have a copy of Doomsday on dvd&lt;br /&gt;57. I own a digital slr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. I have been to the dentist&lt;br /&gt;59. I have new glasses and/or contacts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. visit grandmother&lt;br /&gt;61. visit mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. get a surfing lesson/s&lt;br /&gt;63. go on a surf holiday&lt;br /&gt;64. see the mars volta live&lt;br /&gt;65. see the  queens of the stone age live&lt;br /&gt;66. go to a music festival or gig/concert overseas (not NZ or Australia)&lt;br /&gt;67. go to every art gallery within 1km radius at least once&lt;br /&gt;68. get a professional massage&lt;br /&gt;69. do the waikaremoana lake walk&lt;br /&gt;70. go to a classical concert&lt;br /&gt;71. try rock-climbing&lt;br /&gt;72. dye hair&lt;br /&gt;73. straighten hair&lt;br /&gt;74. get a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;75. try 3 new dance classes&lt;br /&gt;76. visit Greece&lt;br /&gt;77. kayak around Mediterranean&lt;br /&gt;78. visit South America&lt;br /&gt;79. go snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. learn how to do yoga&lt;br /&gt;81. regular (5 days/week) pilates/yoga/dance for 2 months&lt;br /&gt;82. I can do right leg splits&lt;br /&gt;83. I can do left leg splits&lt;br /&gt;84. I can  do 10 real press ups in a row&lt;br /&gt;85. drink a glass of water every morning for 60 days in a row&lt;br /&gt;86. go to work drinks at least once&lt;br /&gt;87. I smile at everyone I see/meet/talk to (for a week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. finish 5 paintings&lt;br /&gt;89. plug my bass in and play it for at least 15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;90. I can play the moonlight sonata on keyboard/piano&lt;br /&gt;91. write a WHOLE song complete and final and finished&lt;br /&gt;92. make a webpage&lt;br /&gt;93. make a webmap&lt;br /&gt;94. do a complete astrological chart/reading for someone other than me&lt;br /&gt;95. do a tarot reading for someone other than me&lt;br /&gt;96. sit in albert park for a day reading and people watching and picnicking and taking photos&lt;br /&gt;97. throw 5 parties&lt;br /&gt;98. make a tarot covers/cases for the decks without covers/cases&lt;br /&gt;99. sell my bead stuff or make something with it&lt;br /&gt;100. read the last 2 books in the grigori series&lt;br /&gt;101. find the 1st book in the grigori series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115830619844810955?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115830619844810955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115830619844810955&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115830619844810955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115830619844810955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/09/101-things-in-1001-days-or-for-as-long.html' title='101 Things in 1001 Days (or for as long as I feel like)'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115828183881975505</id><published>2006-09-15T12:50:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T12:57:18.866+12:00</updated><title type='text'>1 in 10</title><content type='html'>I like this &lt;a href="http://www.triplux.com/1001/otherlists.asp"&gt;101 Things in 1001 Days&lt;/a&gt; idea very much. Thanks &lt;a href="http://www.triplux.com"&gt;Michael&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it is too much right at now. So. I am going to do 1 thing in 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I should do? Hmmm... something easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Got it. Here is the list (can it be a list if there is only one thing on it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Write a draft list of potential things to put on the 101 things list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people think I procrastinate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115828183881975505?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115828183881975505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115828183881975505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115828183881975505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115828183881975505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/09/1-in-10.html' title='1 in 10'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115761133663149231</id><published>2006-09-07T18:34:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T18:42:16.666+12:00</updated><title type='text'>the mars volta are coming!</title><content type='html'>in a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news i like "godspeed you! black emperor's" album "Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas to Heaven"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115761133663149231?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115761133663149231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115761133663149231&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115761133663149231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115761133663149231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/09/mars-volta-are-coming.html' title='the mars volta are coming!'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115745830885385897</id><published>2006-09-05T23:59:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T00:14:11.326+12:00</updated><title type='text'>why oh why are we so in denial...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;..when we know we're not happy here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late is better than never. I absolutely love &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ioKEDgnfs8#"&gt;this cover of Hey Ya&lt;/a&gt;! (by Mat Weddle of Obadiah Parker). I came across it while looking for the Polyphonic Spree's cover of Lithium (also great).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115745830885385897?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115745830885385897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115745830885385897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115745830885385897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115745830885385897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-oh-why-are-we-so-in-denial.html' title='why oh why are we so in denial...'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115641312074874267</id><published>2006-08-24T21:39:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T22:41:21.123+12:00</updated><title type='text'>suze's easy peasey guide to time management</title><content type='html'>I like &lt;a href="http://www.stevepavlina.com/"&gt;Steve Pavlina&lt;/a&gt;'s general approach to time managent. My version is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;loosely based on it. Actually, I may have gone off on a tangent. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not only is a guide to time management, but it is a guide to life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decide what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; matters and what you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;  want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do those things first.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything else will sort itself out. Or not. But it doesn't matter because it doesn't matter!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Note: what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;  matters might change. Check in with yourself regularly to make sure that you aren't doing what really mattered 5 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115641312074874267?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115641312074874267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115641312074874267&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115641312074874267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115641312074874267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/08/suzes-easy-peasey-guide-to-time.html' title='suze&apos;s easy peasey guide to time management'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115641056332254310</id><published>2006-08-24T21:05:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:40:57.393+12:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty pretty letters!</title><content type='html'>Thanks &lt;a href="http://www.sirhumphreys.com/al/2006/aug/24/sh_in_arabic"&gt;AL&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://translate.google.com/translate?u=http%3A%2F%2Fbrightcopperkettles.blogspot.com&amp;langpair=en%7Car&amp;amp;amp;hl=en&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;prev=%2Flanguage_tools"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see this blog in Arabic. Cool huh? Who knows how accurate it is. But it&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; looks  &lt;/span&gt;beautiful!!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do other translations &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.nz/language_tools?hl=en"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115641056332254310?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115641056332254310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115641056332254310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115641056332254310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115641056332254310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/08/pretty-pretty-letters.html' title='pretty pretty letters!'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115631754907161356</id><published>2006-08-23T19:04:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T11:02:42.463+12:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>So I was blissfully ignorant of the "Boobs on Bikes" parade and surrounding kerfufflism. Until I had to get across Queen St to Aotea Square at lunch time today. There were people EVERYWHERE! They were in my way!!! There was the Supersize My Pay march and rally in Aotea Square (clever idea that) then the "Boobs on Bikes" parade down Queen St.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been completely peopled out for the past few days so I wasn't exactly in a crowd mood, and there I was stuck in a huge crowd. Luckily I had my camera and phone to amuse myself with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd was interesting. Far more so than the BOBs. For me anyway. Most everyone else seemed fascinated by the BOBs. I have no idea why. The BOBs were boring. Maybe the preceeding kerfuffle made the whole thing seem naughty and prohibited and therefore more exciting? I really do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I was a little disturbed. Not by the BOBs. Not by the lack of morality. I don't think it was immoral. The thing that disturbed me was the way in which the crowd seemed to perceive the BOBs - as something more than just BOBs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is it just me or do people seem to be getting more and more brainwashed and sheeplike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115631754907161356?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115631754907161356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115631754907161356&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115631754907161356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115631754907161356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115614583548509949</id><published>2006-08-21T19:30:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T19:37:15.486+12:00</updated><title type='text'>mars bar vodka mixer</title><content type='html'>I made Mars (Moro) Bar vodka. It was good. It was strong. I needed to be able to stand. I needed a mixer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a(nother) brilliant idea. Do not use ice. Do not use milk. Do not use Baileys (and defeat the purpose of lessening the alcohol content). Use vanilla ice cream. Movenpick. Delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am not trying to decrease the alcohol content I will mix the Mars Bar vodka with my vanilla infused vodka. Lucky next birthday friend. They will get to drink yummy suze chocolate martinis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115614583548509949?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115614583548509949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115614583548509949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115614583548509949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115614583548509949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/08/mars-bar-vodka-mixer.html' title='mars bar vodka mixer'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115510774113496188</id><published>2006-08-09T19:10:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T19:15:41.206+12:00</updated><title type='text'>the matrix and gnosticism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://catholiceducation.org/articles/arts/al0097.html"&gt;Here &lt;/a&gt;is an interesting article that points out the Gnostic elements in The Matrix (thanks Lucyna). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise just how clever the script writers were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115510774113496188?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115510774113496188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115510774113496188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115510774113496188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115510774113496188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/08/matrix-and-gnosticism.html' title='the matrix and gnosticism'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115502061854945272</id><published>2006-08-08T18:48:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T19:03:38.593+12:00</updated><title type='text'>a sense of duty</title><content type='html'>Lucyna is asking whether I have a sense of duty. I have to go look it up because I don't really know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. After a quick search... I STILL don't know!! Here is the basic definition of "a sense of duty":&lt;br /&gt;"a motivating awareness of ethical responsibility"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't know whether I have a sense of duty how am I going to know whether I have a motivating awareness of ethical responsibility (whatever that means)? Silly words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to do more research. I *think* I have a sense of duty, but I am not absolutely sure. I also suspect that a sense of duty is related to morals/ethics and I know for certain that my morals are not the same as most other people's. Although I DO have them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115502061854945272?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115502061854945272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115502061854945272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115502061854945272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115502061854945272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/08/sense-of-duty.html' title='a sense of duty'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115495003926690890</id><published>2006-08-07T23:18:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T23:30:43.856+12:00</updated><title type='text'>puzzled</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;a href="http://sirhumphreys.com/lucyna/2006/aug/04/survival_of_the_human_race"&gt;observing &lt;/a&gt;from the sidelines. People are strange. They are seemingly inconsistent, but I guess their seeming inconsistencies just reveal aspects of their beliefs. I am quite sure I am just as inconsistent, even if I don't see it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bemused, apparently people care about things like:&lt;br /&gt;the survival of the human race&lt;br /&gt;climate change (haha)&lt;br /&gt;winning the "war"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care about any of those things. And I am not apathetic either, I am perhaps more idealistic than apathetic if that makes sense (and I fully expect it not to make sense). I don't "not care" in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;  way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't get why other people do care, but when I ask people "but why?"  they think I am asking stupid questions. "Why?" is not a stupid question. I really truly do not get it. And I want to. And how am I supposed to get it if I don't ask why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115495003926690890?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115495003926690890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115495003926690890&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115495003926690890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115495003926690890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/08/puzzled.html' title='puzzled'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115493330512045366</id><published>2006-08-07T17:53:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T19:00:36.996+12:00</updated><title type='text'>delicious links</title><content type='html'>Artist, &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Peter Callesen creates the most amazingly &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oncotton.co.uk/peter/index/index2.html"&gt;beautiful sculptures just by cutting out A4 paper&lt;/a&gt;. Seriously stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://www.oddmusic.com/gallery/om23350.html"&gt;42 string guitar&lt;/a&gt; with 4 necks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only just discovered &lt;a href="http://www.bartleby.com"&gt;Bartleby&lt;/a&gt;. It publishes the classics of literature, nonfiction, and reference for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; I had an iPod (grr) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;I lived in London (grrr) I would be using my iPod to find myself: &lt;a href="http://www.isubwaymaps.com/"&gt;iSubway Maps&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.ipod-directions.com/"&gt;iPod Directions.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the &lt;a href="http://likebetter.com/"&gt;likebetter game&lt;/a&gt;. A cool interweb distraction thing: psychology + photos + quiz/test + interweb + time waster + it's all about me!!! The first results have not been entirely accurate, I mean a logical, conservative, religious guy in his 20s with a clean desk and no empathy?!!! Um. If that is what I am like, no wonder no one likes me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I suppose I was lazy and with a lot of the pictures I didn't have a preference (or couldnt decide or wished there was another option)and just clicked the right hand one (because I like clicking on the right hand side better) and a lot of these statements I'd be hard pushed to answer about myself, and I know myself quite well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;                 You're the kind of person who thinks first and acts later.&lt;br /&gt;                You communicate best one-on-one.&lt;br /&gt;                I bet you find it  hard to empathize with other people.&lt;br /&gt;                When it comes to politics, you're  conservative.&lt;br /&gt;                You study/work better with music playing in the background.&lt;br /&gt;                You are right-handed.&lt;br /&gt;                You're a night person&lt;br /&gt;                You feel energized by meeting lots of new people.&lt;br /&gt;                You're a religious person&lt;br /&gt;                You probably like to take things as they come.&lt;br /&gt;You're a guy&lt;br /&gt;                Your desk is pretty clean right now.&lt;br /&gt;                             You often employ logic in your decision-making.&lt;br /&gt;                Seems like you don't mind indulging in some junk food now and then.&lt;br /&gt;                You are more comfortable with clear and concrete information.&lt;br /&gt;                You're in your twenties.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115493330512045366?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115493330512045366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115493330512045366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115493330512045366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115493330512045366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/08/delicious-links.html' title='delicious links'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115486669905232203</id><published>2006-08-06T23:37:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T00:33:53.260+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Says</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://www.gnosis.org/naghamm/gosthom.html"&gt;Gospel of Thomas&lt;/a&gt; is interesting indeed. I stumbled across it (again) in my travels. I have come across it before, it seems to be something I come across every so often and it is by far the most interesting and relevant aspect of Christianity to me. Although I'm not sure it IS Christianity. I don't care about details like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this time The Gospel of Thomas is different (yeah I'm different). This time there are flashes in my mind as I read. And some intriguing puzzles that tease the edges of my awareness. But puzzles are good, not as good as flashes, but good nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few that captured my attention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoever penetrates the meaning of these words will not taste death"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those who seek should not stop seeking until they find. When they find, they will be disturbed. When they are disturbed, they will marvel, and will reign over all."&lt;br /&gt;"Recognize what is before you, and what is hidden from you will be revealed to you; for there is nothing hidden that will not be made manifest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not lie. And do not do what you hate. For everything is disclosed in view of &lt;the truth&gt;. For there is nothing hidden that will not become revealed. And there is nothing covered that will remain undisclosed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perhaps people think that I have come to cast peace upon the world. They do not know that I have come to cast conflicts upon the earth: fire, sword, war. For there will be five in a house: there'll be three against two and two against three, father against son and son against father, and they will stand alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disciples say to Jesus: "Tell us what our end will be." Jesus says: "Have you then deciphered the beginning, that you ask about the end? For where the beginning is, there shall be the end. Blessed is the man who reaches the beginning; he will know the end, and will not taste death!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus saw some little ones nursing. He said to his disciples, "These little ones who are nursing resemble is those who enter the kingdom." They said to him, "So shall we enter the kingdom by being little ones?" Jesus said to them, "When you (plur.) make the two one and make the inside like the outside and the outside like the inside and the above like the below, and that you might make the male and the female be one and the same, so that the male might not be male nor the female be female, when you make eyes in place of an eye and a hand in place of a hand and a foot in place of a foot, an image in place of an image - then you will enter [the kingdom]."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His disciples said to him, "When will the kingdom come?" "It will not come by watching for it. It will not be said, 'Look, here!' or 'Look, there!' Rather, the Father's kingdom is spread out upon the earth, and people don't see it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If those who lead you say to you, ‘See, the kingdom is in the sky,’ then the birds of the sky will precede you. If they say to you, ‘It is in the sea,’ then the fish will precede you. Rather, the kingdom is inside of you, and it is outside of you. When you come to know yourselves, then you will become known, and you will realize that it is you who are the sons of the living father. But if you will not know yourselves, you dwell in poverty and it is you who are that poverty.”&lt;br /&gt;"He who seeks will find, and he who knocks will be let in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you wash the outside of the cup, and do not think that he who made the inside made the outside also?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He who is near to me is near the fire, and he who is far from me is far from the kingdom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am the light that is above them all. I am the all; the all came forth from me, and the all attained to me. Cleave a (piece of) wood; I am there. Raise up a stone, and you will find me there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are many standing at the door, but it is the solitary who will enter the bridal chamber."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you have gained this within you, what you have will save you. If you do not have this in [you], what you do not have in you [will] kill you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He who knows the all, (but) fails (to know) himself, misses everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I speak my mysteries to those [who are worthy of my] mysteries. What your right hand does, let not your left hand know what it does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have cast fire upon the world, and see, I am guarding it until it blazes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115486669905232203?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115486669905232203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115486669905232203&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115486669905232203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115486669905232203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/08/jesus-says.html' title='Jesus Says'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115433571184660211</id><published>2006-07-31T20:35:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T20:48:31.890+12:00</updated><title type='text'>delicious links</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://underground-history.co.uk/front.php"&gt;Disused stations on London's Underground&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://better-together.co.uk/index.html"&gt;Politically Incorrect Alphabet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whale.to/m/disin.html"&gt;25 Ways to Suppress the Truth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brucemaudesign.com/manifesto.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Incomplete Mainfesto For Growth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115433571184660211?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115433571184660211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115433571184660211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115433571184660211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115433571184660211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/07/delicious-links.html' title='delicious links'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115398285914700716</id><published>2006-07-27T18:36:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T18:51:12.273+12:00</updated><title type='text'>10 bands</title><content type='html'>Stolen from &lt;a href="http://ezycheezy.blogspot.com/2006/07/10-bands.html"&gt;Cheezy&lt;/a&gt;. Go there if you want to read how/why etc. If you think you might want to do this, go there NOW before reading my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class ="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Deftones&lt;br /&gt;2. AFI&lt;br /&gt;3. Tool&lt;br /&gt;4. Incubus&lt;br /&gt;5. Arcade Fire&lt;br /&gt;6. The Blood Brothers&lt;br /&gt;7. 7 Dials&lt;br /&gt;8.The Mountain Goats&lt;br /&gt;9. Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;10. Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What was the first song you ever heard by 6?&lt;br /&gt;Love Rhymes with Hideous Car Wreck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favourite album of 8?&lt;br /&gt;The Sunset Tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your favourite lyric of 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They say it fades if you let it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love was made to forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I carved your name across my eyelids,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you pray for rain I pray for blindness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you still want me, please forgive me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the crown of love is fallen from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you still want me, please forgive me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because the spark is not within me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How many times have you seen 4 live?&lt;br /&gt;Twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favourite song by 7?&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Track no 4 on the cd of the 7 dials tape that a friend made for me. Anyone know what a) the tape was called and b) what track no 4 was called? I think he is singing something like "listen to the freight train...I'm an emotional freight train" I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Is there a song of 3 that makes you sad?&lt;br /&gt;No. Not "sad" as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.What is your favourite lyric of 9?&lt;br /&gt;I don't like them for their lyrics. But these resonate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like I don't have a partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like my only friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is the city I live in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The city of angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lonely as I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Together we cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8. What is your favourite song by 1?&lt;br /&gt;Deathblow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How did you get into 8?&lt;br /&gt;Friend played me one song and on the strength of that one song and because I had also heard of them I bought the entire album (The Sunset Tree) and was very very very well rewarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is your favourite song by 4?&lt;br /&gt;Idiot Box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How many times have you seen 1 live?&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is a good memory concerning 2?&lt;br /&gt;Listening to their latest album (decemberunderground) continuously all weekend while I was stuck at work (and all of my 10 huors at work today). It made it being at work more bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Is there a song by 2 that makes you sad?&lt;br /&gt;This Time Imperfect&lt;br /&gt;The Leaving Song Part II (everyone I know goes away in the end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is your favourite song of 6?&lt;br /&gt;Love Rhymes with Hideous Car Wreck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How did you become a fan of 10?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember. Does anyone remember how they became a Nirvana fan. How could you not? It is was one of those inevitable things.&lt;br /&gt;I heard the song (Smells Like Teen Spirit) bought the album (I'm good at just knowing what albums are good without ever having heard them) and that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115398285914700716?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115398285914700716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115398285914700716&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115398285914700716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115398285914700716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/07/10-bands.html' title='10 bands'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115320836289829385</id><published>2006-07-18T19:38:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T19:39:22.933+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Deepest Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Marianne Williamson from A Return To Love: Reflections on the Principles of A Course in Miracles&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115320836289829385?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115320836289829385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115320836289829385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115320836289829385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115320836289829385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/07/our-deepest-fear.html' title='Our Deepest Fear'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115312182087932995</id><published>2006-07-17T19:27:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T19:37:00.880+12:00</updated><title type='text'>trust yourself</title><content type='html'>I have been struggling lately with the trusting myself. You know, trusting my intuition over and above everyone else's well-intentioned advice. It is hard because intellectually I agree with the advice, and the "facts" agree with the advice. It is also hard because looked at logically following my intuition will quite likely lead to me getting hurt, whereas the sensible advice focuses on protecting myself, which is very sensible really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is nice when several random happenings reinforce the "trust yourself" message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest being an email in my inbox saying "listen to you, not them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115312182087932995?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115312182087932995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115312182087932995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115312182087932995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115312182087932995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/07/trust-yourself.html' title='trust yourself'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115312119562468347</id><published>2006-07-17T19:23:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T19:26:35.690+12:00</updated><title type='text'>bsg</title><content type='html'>I have finally finished watching the last episode of the second series. How totally unexpected! I had been warned that everything changes, but I certainly hadn't expected this! And I am not easily surprised, especially by TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115312119562468347?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115312119562468347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115312119562468347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115312119562468347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115312119562468347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/07/bsg.html' title='bsg'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115303046911561876</id><published>2006-07-16T18:13:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T18:14:29.146+12:00</updated><title type='text'>books and things</title><content type='html'>I was in a book shop yesterday. I really really should have stayed away. If I go into a bookshop I always leave with a book. A friend was with me and was saying things like "you don't need to buy the book, you can just come back and read it," or "you can just get it out of the library." She doesn't understand. She loves reading, but she doesn't love books. I love reading and books. Visitor books are OK, but I infinitely prefer family books (ie books that live with me). Besides, for some reason I never really read visitor books. Although, having said that, I don't always read the books I buy either. Nevermind. They have a good home and that is all that matters. Hopefully they don't feel neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else buy books because they feel sorry for them and/or want them to have a good home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115303046911561876?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115303046911561876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115303046911561876&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115303046911561876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115303046911561876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/07/books-and-things.html' title='books and things'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115294389858021930</id><published>2006-07-15T17:32:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T18:11:38.956+12:00</updated><title type='text'>blood sugar baby</title><content type='html'>I have finally gotten around to reacquiring blood sugar sex magik. About time. It must be one of my all time favourite albums. How come it is only my all time favourite albums that disappear into the void?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will get out my bass and play along. It is one of the funnest albums to play bass along to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115294389858021930?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115294389858021930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115294389858021930&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115294389858021930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115294389858021930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/07/blood-sugar-baby.html' title='blood sugar baby'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115242704885284893</id><published>2006-07-09T17:58:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T18:46:04.726+12:00</updated><title type='text'>desert island ipod</title><content type='html'>I am waiting for my program to crash. So. Here is a list of newish discoveries and some old favourites. Think of it as my desert island ipod. Why limit yourself to a cd? A cd can't even play itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't have forever, I will just stick to entire albums, not individual songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Low - The Great Destroyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Raising The Fawn - The North Sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;The Mountain Goats - The Sunset Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;The Mountain Goats - Tallahassee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Philip Glass - Solo Piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Tool - Opiate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Tool - Undertow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Tool - Aenema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Maceo Parker - Life On Planet Groove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Leonard Cohen - Best Of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;The National - Alligator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Queens of the Stone Age - Rated R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Queens of the Stone Age - Songs For The Deaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Red Hot Chili Peppers - Blood, Sugar, Sex, Magick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Jeff Buckley - Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Guillemots - From the Cliffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;God Speed You Black Emperor! - Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas To Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Red House Painters - Red House Painters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Def Leppard - Hysteria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Guns n Roses - Appetite For Destruction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Tegan and Sara - So Jealous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Nirvana - Nevermind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Nirvana - MTV Unplugged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Smashing Pumpkins - Siamese Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Smashing Pumpkins - Pisces Iscariot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Skid Row - Best Of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Inxs - Kick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Blondie - Best Of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Jacqueline du Pre - Best Of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Eagles of Death Metal - Peace Love Death Metal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Delays - You See Colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Death From Above 1979 - Romance Bloody Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Death Cab For Cutie - Plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Catherine Wheel - Adam &amp; Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Soundgarden - Superunknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Radiohead - The Bends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;The Blood Brothers - Crimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;The Arcade Fire - Funeral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;The Black Heart Procession - The Spell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;The Black Heart Procession - Amore Del Tropico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Faith No More - The Real Thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Blink 182 - Blink 182&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Offspring - Smash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;AFI - Decemberunderground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Deftones - Deftones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Deftones - White Pony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Incubus - Science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Incubus - Make Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Supergroove - Traction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Garageland - Last Exit To Garageland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Explosions In The Sky - The Earth Is Not a Cold Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Jimmy Eat World - Clarity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Goldfrapp - Black Cherry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Goldfrapp - Supernature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Jose Gonzalez - Veneer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Hot Chip - The Warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Unkle - Neverland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;The Legendary Shack Shakers - Panderlerium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Mazzy Star - So Tonight I Might See&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Johnny Cash - American III: Solitary Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Johnny Cash - American IV - The Man Comes Around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Nick Cave - Best Of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Thursday - A City By The Light Divided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Damian "Junior Gong" Marley - Welcome to Jamrock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Sufjan Stevens - Illinois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;The Von Bondies - Pawn Shoppe Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Sinch - Sinch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Sinch - Clearing the Channel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Pluto - Pipe Line Under The Ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;NERD - Fly or Die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;The Mars Volta - De-louse in the Comatorium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Mark Lannegan - Bubblegum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Mark Hollis - Mark Hollis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Marilyn Manson - Mechanical Animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Future Stupid - Cannonfodder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Fly My Pretties - Live at Bats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Filter - Title of Record&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Coheed &amp;amp; Cambria - Good Apollo I'm Burning Star IV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Cat Stevens - Best Of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;The Cars - Best Of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Cake - Fashion Nugget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Bloc Party - Slilent Alarm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Neko Case - Fox Confessor Bring the Flood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Portishead - Portishead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Massive Attack - Mezzanine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Alice in Chains - Dirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Soundtrack - Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Soundtrack - Singles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Soundtrack - Natural Born Killers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Placebo - Without You I Am Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;OK. I'm sure I've missed some very important albums. Nevermind. My program hasn't crashed yet, but it has been running for as long as it has taken me to write this list. I'd better go see what is taking it so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115242704885284893?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115242704885284893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115242704885284893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115242704885284893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115242704885284893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/07/desert-island-ipod.html' title='desert island ipod'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115225837424470005</id><published>2006-07-07T18:00:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T19:46:14.350+12:00</updated><title type='text'>low mountain goats</title><content type='html'>I am absolutely loving these two albums:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Great Destroyer by Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sunset Tree by The Mountain Goats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly heartbreaking. Both of them. Exquisite, intense, beautiful, wistful, accepting and sad. Somehow they make that hollowed out part of my soul deeper and more obvious. Somehow they make me feel emptier and more alive both at the same time. Perfect soundtracks for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low is a slowcore/sadcore band. Minimal. Beautiful. I love their music, partly because it sounds like my music. Up until just recently I had only heard the odd song here and there, but a few weeks ago I bought their 2005 album The Great Destroyer. It is fantastic. Yes there are sad, slow parts. But there are also loud, happy, distorted parts. I love it because it resonates. It is beautiful, sad, distorted, dark, happy, delicate and intense. It sends shivers through me. It makes the stars seem closer. It makes me cry. Not many things can do that all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ashamed to admit I have ignored The Mountain Goats until a few weeks ago. I hadn't even heard one song. But The Sunset Tree is brilliant. Wow. Mostly acoustic. Lo-fi. Quirky. Almost folky but not. Singer-songwriter but better. And I can't explain it. And then there are the intelligent, quirky lyrics that say something. And beautiful melodies. And that X factor. Shivers. Smiles. Tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115225837424470005?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115225837424470005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115225837424470005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115225837424470005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115225837424470005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/07/low-mountain-goats.html' title='low mountain goats'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115225311845383636</id><published>2006-07-07T17:52:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T18:20:55.116+12:00</updated><title type='text'>delicious links of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://okdork.com/2006/07/06/the-guide-to-avoiding-small-talk-2/"&gt;How to Avoid Smalltalk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Yay! Just what I always wanted! I absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;detest&lt;/span&gt; small talk.  I'd rather look weird/strange/out of place than make small talk. I'd rather not talk to anyone than make small talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://blog.outer-court.com/archive/2006-07-06-n84.html"&gt;Developer's Guide to Surviving Meetings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I seem to have done quite well at avoiding meetings so far, but you never know when I may have to attend long pointless boring meetings. The guide is not just for developers. I am sure it would work for anyone who needs to stay sane in meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current technique is "Camouflage Sketching" except I don't camouflage it and I sketch/doodle when I am interested and listening as well as when I am bored. I listen and think and absorb information 100x better if I doodle pretty designs at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh! &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.springwise.com/style_design/repackaging_barcodes/"&gt;Pretty designer barcodes&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.public.iastate.edu/%7Ecrb002/prog.html"&gt;Eubonic Code&lt;/a&gt;. I find this amusing. I guess I am geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, last but definitely the opposite of least: &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.tenthdimension.com"&gt;Imagining the Tenth Dimension&lt;/a&gt;. String theory! Dimensions! Visualization! So exciting!!!!  Yes. Very geek indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115225311845383636?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115225311845383636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115225311845383636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115225311845383636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115225311845383636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/07/delicious-links-of-day.html' title='delicious links of the day'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115191743433204265</id><published>2006-07-03T20:53:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:03:54.383+12:00</updated><title type='text'>odd dietary changes</title><content type='html'>Well I haven't been eating much at all (not hungry, nausea etc) but when I do eat I have noticed these differences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I eat a lot less than I used to (for no reason other than I don't feel like it)&lt;br /&gt;2) I feel like eating different types of food. I have gone off sugar, chocolate, junk food, chips, cakes, biscuits etc. I have had to throw packets out because I opened them then didn't feel like finishing them. And this weekend I threw out a chocolate cake and i will probably end up throwing out half a pecan pie today or tomorrow. Instead I am eating what I would call "healthy and wholesome" food. I actually crave things like chick peas and wholegrain bread and porridge and salad and fish and nuts and fruit and vegetables. My favourite breakfast is porridge with fruit and herbs. My favourite lunch is salad and my favourite dinner is soup or some sort of vegetable/grain/salad invention. I still have to remind myself to eat red meat though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very odd. I can't figure out why my food tastes have completely flipped for no apparent reason. Why?!!! And even I think my tastes are now quite weird. Here is my latest invented recipe which I love, but I suspect will be disgusting to everyone else:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumara, Chickpea and Tuna salad&lt;br /&gt;Cook kumara and cut into pieces&lt;br /&gt;Add chickpeas and tuna and a little mayo/yoghurt.&lt;br /&gt;Experiment with adding various additional vegetables, herbs and nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115191743433204265?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115191743433204265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115191743433204265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115191743433204265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115191743433204265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/07/odd-dietary-changes.html' title='odd dietary changes'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115157248233728662</id><published>2006-06-29T21:14:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:14:42.380+12:00</updated><title type='text'>random is interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How can you just leave me standing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe I'm just 2 demanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe you're just like my mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do we scream at each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is what it sounds like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When doves cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What do doves sound like? Why would doves cry?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115157248233728662?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115157248233728662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115157248233728662&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115157248233728662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115157248233728662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/06/random-is-interesting.html' title='random is interesting'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115149153404220098</id><published>2006-06-28T22:38:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T22:45:34.106+12:00</updated><title type='text'>i write down good reasons to freeze to death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i write down good reasons to freeze to death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in my spiral ring notebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - The Mountain Goats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness it is cold! I might even have to get my heater out. Last night I wore socks and sweatpants and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; icebreakers to bed with a hot water bottle. Tonight I will repeat except I will wear icebreaker socks instead of cotton socks and I will get my second duvet as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115149153404220098?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115149153404220098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115149153404220098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115149153404220098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115149153404220098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-write-down-good-reasons-to-freeze-to.html' title='i write down good reasons to freeze to death'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115139398629245121</id><published>2006-06-27T19:35:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T19:39:46.296+12:00</updated><title type='text'>well that explains it...</title><content type='html'>Here is an interesting &lt;a href="http://dsc.discovery.com/news/2006/06/23/immature_hum.html?category=human&amp;guid=20060623110030"&gt;article &lt;/a&gt;about how our immaturity levels are rising. No wonder certain people are so immature and lacking in wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115139398629245121?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115139398629245121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115139398629245121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115139398629245121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115139398629245121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-that-explains-it.html' title='well that explains it...'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115139365390586859</id><published>2006-06-27T19:20:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T19:34:13.943+12:00</updated><title type='text'>timers</title><content type='html'>I have been looking for free, simple software that will let me press "Start" when I start a certain task, "Pause" when I pause it, and then "Stop" when, you know, I stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because I detest timesheets and I keep thinking there must be a better system than scribbling illegible numbers on loose bits of scrap paper. And no, entering times into my timesheet as I go is not practical. Our brand new timesheet system is unbelievably slow, unwieldy and annoying to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want something like &lt;a href="http://www.clockworkimer.com/"&gt;Clockwork&lt;/a&gt;, but not web-based. And I want something as simple and small as the Outlook compatible &lt;a href="http://goalsuccess.typepad.com/goaltips/2006/01/new_smarttask_f.html"&gt;TaskBlaze, &lt;/a&gt;but with a few more options (eg pause, multiple tasks, export to file, save). If you can recommend anything, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. BTW I found this kind of cool piece of software: &lt;a href="http://www.timesnapper.com/"&gt;TimeSnapper&lt;/a&gt;. It takes regular shots of your screen over the week and then, when it is timesheet time you can watch a movie of how you spent the week. I have yet to test it and I have no idea if it provides any useful information, especially for chronic multitaskers like me (I usually have 6-8 Applications open at once, including Firefox, which will usually have at least 10 tabs open).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115139365390586859?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115139365390586859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115139365390586859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115139365390586859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115139365390586859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/06/timers.html' title='timers'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115139279064802947</id><published>2006-06-27T19:05:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T19:19:50.700+12:00</updated><title type='text'>things to do from delicious</title><content type='html'>Because I have no life and nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifehacker.com/software/how-to/weekend-project--make-sun-tea-183016.php"&gt;Make Sun Tea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifehacker.com/software/gmail/hack-attack-become-a-gmail-master-161399.php"&gt;Improve my gmail skills&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try some &lt;a href="http://www.chez-williams.com/Hot%20Sauce/hothome.htm"&gt;Hot Sauces&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wildwoodsurvival.com/survival/fire/ice/rb/rbfirefromice3a.html"&gt;Make Fire From Ice&lt;/a&gt; (it is certainly cold enough!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thomasscott.net/mp3gif/"&gt;Embed an mp3 in a gif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115139279064802947?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115139279064802947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115139279064802947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115139279064802947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115139279064802947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/06/things-to-do-from-delicious.html' title='things to do from delicious'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115115599159185600</id><published>2006-06-25T01:27:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:33:11.633+12:00</updated><title type='text'>gay marriage &amp; drugs</title><content type='html'>Here is an article with a perspective on the gay marriage debate that I haven't heard before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stuartwilde.com/Articles/SW_articles_gay_marriage.htm"&gt;Gay Marriage &amp; Brain Drugs by Stuart Wilde&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is interesting and amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115115599159185600?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115115599159185600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115115599159185600&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115115599159185600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115115599159185600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/06/gay-marriage-drugs.html' title='gay marriage &amp; drugs'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115087089279397050</id><published>2006-06-21T18:20:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T18:21:32.830+12:00</updated><title type='text'>soundtracks of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sirhumphreys.com/node/6076"&gt;Chefen at Sir Humphreys&lt;/a&gt; has finally gotten around to the important stuff. They are compiling a soundtrack of the decade. I can't nominate just one song, so I am stealing the idea and making my own soundtrack. Double album of course. This will take a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115087089279397050?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115087089279397050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115087089279397050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115087089279397050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115087089279397050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/06/soundtracks-of-me.html' title='soundtracks of me'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115086815510373348</id><published>2006-06-21T17:03:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T19:45:21.426+12:00</updated><title type='text'>soundtrack of my life today</title><content type='html'>This may change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISC ONE&lt;br /&gt;1. Love Rhymes With Hideous Car Crash - The Blood Brothers&lt;br /&gt;2. Future Boy -Catherine Wheel&lt;br /&gt;3. Friend is a Four Letter Word - Cake&lt;br /&gt;4. Just What I Needed - The Cars&lt;br /&gt;5. Valentine - Delays&lt;br /&gt;6. Why I Stay - The Black Heart Procession&lt;br /&gt;7. Lover, You Should've Come Over - Jeff Buckley&lt;br /&gt;8. Stabbed in the Back of the Heart - Burning Brides&lt;br /&gt;9. Waste of Space - Delays&lt;br /&gt;10. Someday You Will Be Loved - Death Cab For Cutie&lt;br /&gt;11. Hurt - Johnny Cash&lt;br /&gt;12. Have You Forgotten - Red House Painters&lt;br /&gt;13. Quiet Liar - Handsome&lt;br /&gt;14. Sugar in the Sacrament - Thursday&lt;br /&gt;15. You Lied - Peach&lt;br /&gt;16. I'm Not the Only One - Filter&lt;br /&gt;17. Something I Can Never Have - Nine Inch Nails&lt;br /&gt;18. We Came Along This Road - Nick Cave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISC TWO&lt;br /&gt;1. Come Back - Garageland&lt;br /&gt;2. Mr Brightside - The Killers&lt;br /&gt;3. Hey Ya! - Outkast&lt;br /&gt;4. No One Knows - Queens of the Stone Age&lt;br /&gt;5. Already Died - Eagles of Death Metal&lt;br /&gt;6. Cats Eyes - Guillemots&lt;br /&gt;7. For Whatever Reason - Supergroove&lt;br /&gt;8. Wake Up - Coheed and Cambria&lt;br /&gt;9. Voodoo Girl - Loves Ugly Children&lt;br /&gt;10. Ichabod - The Legendary Shack Shakers&lt;br /&gt;11. Wake Up - The Arcade Fire&lt;br /&gt;12. I Just Wanna Live - Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;13. I Miss You - Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;14. Life Will Be The Same - Betchadupa&lt;br /&gt;15. To Sheila - The Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;16. Pale Green Things - The Mountain Goats&lt;br /&gt;17. Finality - Dimmer&lt;br /&gt;18. Metamorphosis One - Philip Glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115086815510373348?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115086815510373348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115086815510373348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115086815510373348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115086815510373348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/06/soundtrack-of-my-life-today.html' title='soundtrack of my life today'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115085466331258398</id><published>2006-06-21T13:46:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T13:51:03.350+12:00</updated><title type='text'>to ignore</title><content type='html'>to refuse to pay attention to; to disregard&lt;br /&gt;to refuse to acknowledge&lt;br /&gt;to bar from attention or consideration&lt;br /&gt;to fail to notice&lt;br /&gt;to give little or no attention to&lt;br /&gt;to be ignorant of or in the dark about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115085466331258398?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115085466331258398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115085466331258398&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115085466331258398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115085466331258398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/06/to-ignore.html' title='to ignore'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115069534196886072</id><published>2006-06-19T17:03:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T18:44:26.463+12:00</updated><title type='text'>to force a line engraved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This isn’t wise they say&lt;br /&gt;to force a line engraved&lt;br /&gt;though we may come close&lt;br /&gt;these things won’t ever change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black Heart Procession. My new favourite band. He said "give me four songs to convince you." It took four seconds. I have only heard one album. Amore del Tropico. It is dark and bleak with a lounge feel and strings. Depressed cool. So appropriate. Now I must go check out their other albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this is why i stay&lt;br /&gt;but this is why i must go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115069534196886072?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115069534196886072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115069534196886072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115069534196886072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115069534196886072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/06/to-force-line-engraved.html' title='to force a line engraved'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115061289717164098</id><published>2006-06-18T18:39:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T18:41:37.173+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I am completely addicted..</title><content type='html'>..to BSG.  I have been trying to not watch anymore episodes (7 so far this weekend) but I think I am going to give in. After all, what if I get hit by a bus tomorrow? And everyone does say that I must make use of this valuable "being single" time. What better use than a 20 episode BSG marathon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115061289717164098?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115061289717164098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115061289717164098&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115061289717164098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115061289717164098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-completely-addicted.html' title='I am completely addicted..'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115061216754582271</id><published>2006-06-18T18:14:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T22:06:12.800+12:00</updated><title type='text'>apathetic or enlightened?</title><content type='html'>I'm wondering: am I enlightened or just apathetic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sirhumphreys.com/node/6060#comment"&gt;Zen's latest post&lt;/a&gt; at Sir Humphreys asks if redefining the word marriage (to include gays) is OK, why not then redefine the word Maori.Why not indeed. I could care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some people are saying that for two gay people to marry, and declare it a marriage equal to a heterosexual marriage is dangerously diluting the meaning of marriage. They get scoffed at for this concept that two gay people could somehow threaten a heterosexual marriage, by redefining the meaning of marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So how could a Maori person say their Maoriness is affected by my desire to be recognised by the State as Maori? I am not hurting them in anyway, I am just requesting that the state recognise my wishes to have equal footing (recognition and legal) with other Maori, since I have a commitment to be Maori, and Maori is after all, the consequence of being born in NZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting because I was thinking of this, but couldn't be fckd commenting (apathetic). I was going to comment (but didn't - more apathetic) that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;My perspective is that most of the things that I value are not defined by the law. I know that's unusual and probably a result of me not caring what other people think. For example, I could care less if the University went around giving "my degree" away to random people. I suspect most people would care though, because they have worked hard and need some sort of outside recognition of their work and achievements. They see the official piece of paper as the degree, not what they have learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Is that like what you are saying? That you would like some recognition from society? That you don't want to give marriage away to the undeserving and unqualified and those that have not worked as hard as you. Because that would make your Marriage piece of paper meaningless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;That is why I don't think whether I have children or not would make a difference to my viewpoint - I don't care what society thinks of me and I don't need outside recognition for what I do. Maybe it's a personality thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like at work. They give out certificates to recognise hard work and people who do special things. I detest these certificates. They mean absolutely nothing to me and I hate having to waste time going to receive them. Receiving certificates and recognition is more likely to make me slack off (in order not to receive recognition) than to work harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So personally I don't care about most labels, laws and outside definitions, but I know that most people do. So if I don't care, why comment? Maybe it's because I like to make sure people realise that there are people like me and that not everyone thinks/believes as they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115061216754582271?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115061216754582271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115061216754582271&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115061216754582271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115061216754582271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/06/apathetic-or-enlightened.html' title='apathetic or enlightened?'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115037160871966731</id><published>2006-06-15T23:34:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T23:54:37.803+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I don't like Statistics (apart from the obvious)</title><content type='html'>Statistics are lies about the past. Well maybe not outright lies, maybe more like well-intentioned lies, or things that were (sort of) true if a certain person scrunched their eyes and mind in the right way. I have done statistics and research and I have watched other people do statistics and research and I have read statistics and research and I am less than convinced. I get less convinced the more I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, the lies that statistics tell are certainly not true now. There is no published statistic for now. And there is no published statistic for the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are individuals. People change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115037160871966731?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115037160871966731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115037160871966731&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115037160871966731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115037160871966731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-i-dont-like-statistics-apart-from.html' title='Why I don&apos;t like Statistics (apart from the obvious)'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115035377552782175</id><published>2006-06-15T18:33:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T18:42:55.573+12:00</updated><title type='text'>metamorphosis one</title><content type='html'>That music! Wow! It is stunning. Melancholy and intense and beautiful. Exactly my kind of music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the music I am talking about... from epsiode two of season two. It is called Metamorphosis One, and it is composed by Philip Glass and you can find it on his album called Solo Piano. Thank you interweb. Without you I wouldn't even know what it was and I wouldn't have it playing right now, ten minutes after thinking "I must have this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metamorphosis One... how appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115035377552782175?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115035377552782175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115035377552782175&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115035377552782175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115035377552782175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/06/metamorphosis-one.html' title='metamorphosis one'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115028076760862658</id><published>2006-06-14T22:12:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T22:26:07.663+12:00</updated><title type='text'>fence sitting is for thinkers and questioners</title><content type='html'>Yet another post. This is what I get for participating, I should've just ignored it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Zen raised some very good &lt;a href="http://www.sirhumphreys.com/node/6043#comment"&gt;questions&lt;/a&gt; about the gay marriage thingamyjig (how &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;  you spell that?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like what I usually do... never decide about something because I'm always asking annoying questions "what do you mean by that?" and "what if?" and "why?" Because naturally the answer always depends on more than just the question and everyone knows (well they don't, but perhaps they ought to) that there is more than one Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way I have changed. I wonder why I am quite willing to not fence sit (on this issue at least). I speculate that it might be one of these things:&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't care (very likely)&lt;br /&gt;2. I am experimenting with extremes (possible)&lt;br /&gt;3. My brain is not working at the moment (very likely)&lt;br /&gt;4. I am tired (true)&lt;br /&gt;5. I am really 100% Pro Gay marriage (impossible to give this a probability)&lt;br /&gt;6. My current state (definitely)&lt;br /&gt;7. Not my problem (likely)&lt;br /&gt;8. The entire argument/question does not fit in with my life viewpoint (extremely likely - I find it difficult to answer the question because it doesn't really make sense from where I sit)&lt;br /&gt;9. I am crazy (true and false)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class = "shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115028076760862658?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115028076760862658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115028076760862658&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115028076760862658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115028076760862658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/06/fence-sitting-is-for-thinkers-and.html' title='fence sitting is for thinkers and questioners'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115027867395318995</id><published>2006-06-14T21:46:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:51:13.956+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't get it</title><content type='html'>Admittedly my brain is utter Garbage at the moment and it is probably &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obvious&lt;/span&gt; to everyone else and I get the feeling I should know better and that I am being an Idiot. But I don't get this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Ceylons can hack a network of fuddy duddy computers that they are not connected to, why can't they hack into the individual fuddy duddy computers that they are not connected to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class = "shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115027867395318995?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115027867395318995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115027867395318995&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115027867395318995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115027867395318995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dont-get-it.html' title='I don&apos;t get it'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115027817768215371</id><published>2006-06-14T21:39:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:42:57.686+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam &amp; Eve</title><content type='html'>This album by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Catherine Wheel&lt;/span&gt; is fantastic! I am discovering it all over again. I think it may be one of my all time favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am listening to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Future Boy&lt;/span&gt; on continual play. It made me cry, and the words aren't even sad... the voice and music are just &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;evocative of something indescribable. A brilliant song in a brilliant album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115027817768215371?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115027817768215371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115027817768215371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115027817768215371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115027817768215371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/06/adam-eve.html' title='Adam &amp; Eve'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115027764731146177</id><published>2006-06-14T21:18:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T22:07:28.743+12:00</updated><title type='text'>let them marry chairs?!</title><content type='html'>So the Marriage topic has popped up again at &lt;a href="http://www.sirhumphreys.com/node/6043#comment-26817"&gt;Sir Humphreys&lt;/a&gt;. This time it is the Gay Marriage flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until just now I have been studiously ignoring it, because I really do not care at the moment. And because I have expressed my opinion extensively in the past. Oh. Wait. I have just searched my blog. It is probably more accurate to say that I &lt;a href="http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2005/09/marriage-civil-unions-sex-why-do.html"&gt;have&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2005/10/gay-marriage-is-wrong-because.html"&gt;gone&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-leaf-on-wind.html"&gt;on&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2005/12/tear-apart-fabric-of-society.html"&gt;on&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2005/12/marriage-thing-part-2-you-know-i-am.html"&gt;on&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2005/12/marriage-thing-part-3.html"&gt;on&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2005/12/more-marriage-stuff.html"&gt;on&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/01/polygamy.html"&gt;on&lt;/a&gt; about the topic in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course. I am a completely different person from when I wrote those posts. I will go re-read them and see if I still agree with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly I chose to be on the "Pro" gay marriage side this time. This is what I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I don't really care. But if I have to choose, then I choose "Pro" because what does it really matter? If people want to marry someone of the same sex let them. If people want to marry more than one person let them. If people want to marry chairs let them.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It is interesting because I used to be quite the fence-sitter. Bob thinks I am lacking commitment and Bob thinks I am ungrounded, indecisive, flake who never gets anything done. I think they are quite wrong. Just because I don't do/think/believe/behave like they/society want me to does not mean I am any of those things. Some things that are important to everyone else are just not important to me. And vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115027764731146177?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115027764731146177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115027764731146177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115027764731146177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115027764731146177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/06/let-them-marry-chairs.html' title='let them marry chairs?!'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115027498191969919</id><published>2006-06-14T20:34:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T20:49:42.003+12:00</updated><title type='text'>eye colour</title><content type='html'>My eyes are changing colour. Or I am going crazy. Or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have been looking lighter (hazel-green-gold) over the years. I am quite sure they started out as dark brown. At least I think they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is only in certain light and it is not a dramatic change, but it is definitely a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course I googled the topic and discovered that yes eye colour can change in adults. Who knew?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115027498191969919?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115027498191969919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115027498191969919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115027498191969919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115027498191969919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/06/eye-colour.html' title='eye colour'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115026577045198081</id><published>2006-06-14T18:14:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T18:16:10.490+12:00</updated><title type='text'>BSG Two</title><content type='html'>I have 20 episodes of BSG series 2 to watch! Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115026577045198081?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115026577045198081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115026577045198081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115026577045198081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115026577045198081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/06/bsg-two.html' title='BSG Two'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-115007463012913014</id><published>2006-06-12T12:39:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T21:48:43.736+12:00</updated><title type='text'>odd day</title><content type='html'>Odd day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a sleepless night, tossing and turning. I am not a morning person. Usually I have to drag myself out of bed at 8:30. But today I am wide awake at 6am and panicking with these thoughts running through my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is going to happen. I wish Bob was here. I must get out of here. I wish I wasn't alone. No, I am being silly. It is not even that stormy. There is no rain. No, I must get up and get out and find people. There are no people to find. There is no one to call. No. I am being silly. Nothing is wrong. I wish I wasn't alone. I wish I had someone to call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lie in bed trying to ignore the voice in my head which keeps getting louder and louder and I get more and more scared for no good reason. Eventually it gets too much, so I get out of bed, have a quick shower, throw on some clothes and go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not usually at work at 7am, so I am surprised to see there are quite a few people there. It feels safer to be around people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work for a bit. Then sometime around 8:30 we have a major power blackout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that was what was bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I woke up and was at work ridiculously early. I'm glad I was with people who knew what was going on. If I had been home alone I would've been in a state. Blackout + storm + being woken up early in the morning with DANGER thoughts and feelings + home alone with no communication and no one to call anyway = panicky terrified suze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I sat at work for a few hours listening to the updates and doing nothing then I came home. Home has power. Work doesn't. Cool. I suppose I ought to locate my torch and batteries - I know they must be somewhere... I am not as well prepared as I ought to be. I don't have a radio and my torch is misplaced and I don't have a landline and my mobile is unreliable. Although I do have candles and water and food and alcohol and a gas cooker. It could be worse.&lt;br /&gt;Although it would be nice to have someone to celebrate the storm and unexpected day off with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-115007463012913014?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/115007463012913014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=115007463012913014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115007463012913014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/115007463012913014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/06/odd-day.html' title='odd day'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-114967786380229088</id><published>2006-06-07T22:50:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T22:57:43.843+12:00</updated><title type='text'>delicious links</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.extremeinstability.com/index.htm"&gt;Extreme Instability&lt;/a&gt; - Some amazing storm photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe &lt;a href="http://www.investorgeeks.com/articles/2006/05/23/renting-is-for-suckers/"&gt;renting &lt;/a&gt;isn't so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.instructables.com/ex/i/1686FF3E41011029AC23001143E7E506/?ALLSTEPS"&gt;Battery Powered USB charger&lt;/a&gt; - I'd make this if I had any of the tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-114967786380229088?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/114967786380229088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=114967786380229088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/114967786380229088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/114967786380229088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/06/delicious-links.html' title='delicious links'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-114897373700536184</id><published>2006-05-30T19:08:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T19:22:17.046+12:00</updated><title type='text'>gift buying ickiness</title><content type='html'>I have an engagement gift to buy (I also have a wedding gift to buy, but that is for my brother so it can wait till I am inspired and have money). I hate buying engagement/wedding gifts. They are silly things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought the interweb might be able to help me. It wasn't at all helpful. I found lots and lots of really cool things that I could buy for me. I found lots of expensive things. But I didn't find anything within my budget that the couple in question would like.  It is hard because the couple in question probably earn 5-6 times as much as I do. Usually in such cases, a thoughtful gift is appropriate. But I realised I have no clue as to what the couple in question would like. A thoughtful gift is completely out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-114897373700536184?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/114897373700536184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=114897373700536184&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/114897373700536184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/114897373700536184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/05/gift-buying-ickiness.html' title='gift buying ickiness'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-114880306483308342</id><published>2006-05-28T19:38:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T20:05:31.043+12:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday delays</title><content type='html'>So there have been some big releases from some big bands recently. And I have been unmoved. Instead, I have been thrashing my two recent discoveries. I think both these albums are brilliant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday - A City By the Light Divided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday are emo/post-hardcore. I LOVE this album. It is intense and beautiful and aggresive and delicate. It resonates. It draws me in. Wow. If only I could find a person like this album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Delays - You See Colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delays are brit-pop/indie-rock. This album makes me smile. All the very catchy songs sound so familiar on first listen, like I've heard them hundreds of times before. Not particularly deep or intense, but beautiful and grazing familiar nostalgic surfaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite sure, both of these will remain in my all time favourites for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-114880306483308342?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/114880306483308342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=114880306483308342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/114880306483308342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/114880306483308342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/05/thursday-delays.html' title='thursday delays'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-114707067953649731</id><published>2006-05-08T18:42:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T18:44:39.573+12:00</updated><title type='text'>delicious links of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/pantsketch/99256.html"&gt;Battlestar Galacticsimpsons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2087-2168604,00.html"&gt;Dolphins know each others names&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-114707067953649731?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/114707067953649731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=114707067953649731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/114707067953649731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/114707067953649731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/05/delicious-links-of-day.html' title='delicious 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src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-114604355580556510</id><published>2006-04-26T20:46:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T21:25:55.806+12:00</updated><title type='text'>anyway i can see for miles and miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/54/126855084_448968ec52_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="there's no rest for these feelings" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-114604355580556510?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/114604355580556510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=114604355580556510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/114604355580556510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/114604355580556510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/04/anyway-i-can-see-for-miles-and-miles.html' title='anyway i can see for miles and miles'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-114604140016694204</id><published>2006-04-26T20:41:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T21:26:21.003+12:00</updated><title type='text'>honestly I'm starting to think that I'm lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/47/135280546_7e2575f087_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="tree_shadow" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-114604140016694204?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/114604140016694204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-114586795554862828</id><published>2006-04-24T20:35:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T13:41:27.486+12:00</updated><title type='text'>mutilate the meanings so they're easy to deny</title><content type='html'>I have been quiet lately because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I was away.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I drowned my laptop. It is still dead.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Life has been accelerating.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The Universe has been misbehaving. Again.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I have nothing to say that can be said here.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-114586795554862828?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/114586795554862828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=114586795554862828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/114586795554862828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/114586795554862828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/04/mutilate-meanings-so-theyre-easy-to.html' title='mutilate the meanings so they&apos;re easy to deny'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-114517768952509009</id><published>2006-04-16T20:52:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T20:54:49.526+12:00</updated><title type='text'>It is official</title><content type='html'>I am VERY fat. Nearly Obese. I wish I never stepped on the stupid scales!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-114517768952509009?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/114517768952509009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=114517768952509009&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/114517768952509009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/114517768952509009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-is-official.html' title='It is official'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-114517713944784872</id><published>2006-04-16T20:39:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T20:45:40.176+12:00</updated><title type='text'>annoying technology</title><content type='html'>Well I never thought I'd have to read the instruction manual in order to figure out how to use a set of scales!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is weigh my luggage. But no, the scales won't let me do something so simple. I can't simply stand on the scales and get my weight. Oh no. The scales need to know my age, gender, height and activity level. Then I can stand on them. And then they will quickly flash a whole lot of numbers: weight, body fat, TBL (whatever the hell that is). Problem is they flash them far to quickly for me to read. So I have to keep pressing recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess when I stand on the scales with my luggage they will tell me I am obese with a dangerously high body fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-114517713944784872?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/114517713944784872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=114517713944784872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/114517713944784872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/114517713944784872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/04/annoying-technology.html' title='annoying technology'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-114507964107639304</id><published>2006-04-15T17:37:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T21:20:09.476+12:00</updated><title type='text'>not-so-sentimental suze</title><content type='html'>I am in the middle of sorting through all my stuff...stuff at my place and stuff I have stored in my Mum's garage. I am quite amazed at the things I had kept...old bus tickets, old brochures, ALL my uni notes, lots of old school work, old clothes, old toys, etc... Although I can't quite see why I wanted to keep old bus tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am quite pleased that I am a horder. I came across a lot of things like tax returns, pay slips, employment contracts etc that may prove very useful. And I didn't even realise that I had them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being very ruthless. Throwing out stuff that I would usually keep. I even have a large pile of books to sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there are some things that I just can't throw out even though I probably should. For example, there is Turtle. Turtle is a rather large stuffed toy (large enough for a small child to sit on). Turtle is quite ugly and covered in material I detest and wears a bizarre hat. I would never in a million years choose to buy Turtle new. Now you'd think that if I can't bear to part with Turtle then I must've had Turtle since I was very young or maybe someone important gave Turtle to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Turtle at a school fair when I was around 15-16 years old and past the stuffed toy age. It was near the end of the fair and I wandered into the toy room. There were still quite a few toys left, but I only noticed Turtle and Dog. Turtle had a price tag of 10 cents and Dog had a price tag of 5 cents. Dog was really cheap because Dog had no hair, no eyes and no nose. Dog was basically a Dog shaped stuffed thing with a very very very worn coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so sorry for Turtle and Dog! They were both so ugly and it was clear that no one would buy them and their price tags were much much lower than all the other toys. So I bought them. Because I felt sorry for them and I wanted them to have a nice home. I couldn't bear to think that they might be dumped in a rubbish dump or burnt. I was quite emotional about these ugly and old stuffed animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ever since then Turtle and Dog have had pride of place amongst my other well-loved toys. I have actually managed to part with various other stuffed animals, which theoretically should have a much higher sentimental value, but not Turtle or Dog. Even now, when I am being ruthless and getting rid of a lot of things with sentimental value, I can't bear that Turtle and Dog will be thrown out and not appreciated. It is ridiculous! But I can see that it is entirely possible that I will have Turtle and Dog forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class = "shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-114507964107639304?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/114507964107639304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=114507964107639304&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/114507964107639304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/114507964107639304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/04/not-so-sentimental-suze.html' title='not-so-sentimental suze'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11329621.post-114475713905394411</id><published>2006-04-12T00:03:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T00:06:02.886+12:00</updated><title type='text'>view from deck chair</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/53/126851379_c97657eedc_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="view from my deck chair" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shortpost"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11329621-114475713905394411?l=brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/feeds/114475713905394411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11329621&amp;postID=114475713905394411&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/114475713905394411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11329621/posts/default/114475713905394411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightcopperkettles.blogspot.com/2006/04/view-from-deck-chair.html' title='view from deck chair'/><author><name>suze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203692154650537964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/1582367_b85e1c3247_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
