<?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-5353023095000424331</id><updated>2011-08-03T00:48:13.551-05:00</updated><category term='lagaan'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='pumpkin carving'/><category term='greg'/><category term='things I like'/><category term='farmers market'/><category term='jack o lanterns'/><category term='plants'/><category term='bollywood'/><category term='farmers'/><category term='beautiful man'/><category term='fall'/><category term='blackberry ice cream'/><category term='jack-o-lanterns'/><category term='library'/><category term='ice cream machine'/><category term='spatzle'/><category term='pumpkins'/><category term='grilling'/><category term='gardening'/><category term='market'/><category term='nom nom'/><category term='tasty'/><category term='fun'/><category term='trout'/><category term='dance'/><category term='totoro'/><category term='jaegerschnitzel'/><category term='apples'/><title type='text'>The Mischievous Walnut</title><subtitle type='html'>ramble ramble</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>thewalnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00956705597825848539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHV7sY4QNrI/AAAAAAAAABM/wetJZyf5w5I/S220/photostrip.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353023095000424331.post-4837142076519961285</id><published>2011-06-26T10:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T10:03:21.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eddying as always</title><content type='html'>I'm married, I'm a graduate, I'm moving... to where I do not know, I'm blondish brunette or maybe neither. Things keep changing and will continue to do so. I'm glad to be alive and well and happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353023095000424331-4837142076519961285?l=mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/feeds/4837142076519961285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5353023095000424331&amp;postID=4837142076519961285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/4837142076519961285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/4837142076519961285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/2011/06/eddying-as-always.html' title='Eddying as 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHV7sY4QNrI/AAAAAAAAABM/wetJZyf5w5I/S220/photostrip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353023095000424331.post-8749861069217425021</id><published>2010-01-09T14:13:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T17:04:47.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>つつい家族のために  (^v^)</title><content type='html'>グレッグと私はグレッグ\の兄を訪問するためにミシガンに行きました。 たくさん楽しかった。 そこにいた間に、大いに雪が降りました。最も大きい淡水の湖であるスペリオル湖に行きました。 兄の犬と遊んで、そして楽しい時を過ごしました。ひどい翻訳のためにすみません&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-523bd57f944a54ab" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" 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(^v^)'/><author><name>thewalnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00956705597825848539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHV7sY4QNrI/AAAAAAAAABM/wetJZyf5w5I/S220/photostrip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353023095000424331.post-2832190503972918212</id><published>2009-12-15T00:39:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T03:56:45.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>京都 Kyoto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415353305618133394" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyczI8KbMZI/AAAAAAAAAYA/vQFWpceTllU/s320/DSC07814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our program began in Kyoto ( where I found a new charger and was able to take photos again!).&lt;br /&gt;My group had been in Japan for over a week and had traveled form Osaka to Nara where we saw most of the tourist sights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Syhix8mqTaI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jMicVbfQs5g/s1600-h/DSC08362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415687162134416802" style="width: 180px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Syhix8mqTaI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jMicVbfQs5g/s320/DSC08362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of us were surprised at how much our traveling depended upon walking but I think honestly we were all glad of it. We also decided to visit Iga Ueno to visit a castle and a ninja house, the day was rainy but the best part was the train ride to and from Iga Ueno. The mountains where amazing and covered in mist and drifting clouds, it was so beautiful it nearly made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Syf73KwTjLI/AAAAAAAAAZA/6DzBOg9ze8U/s1600-h/picture+I+took+2"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415574002134650034" style="width: 186px; cursor: pointer; height: 248px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Syf73KwTjLI/AAAAAAAAAZA/6DzBOg9ze8U/s320/picture+I+took+2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Syf73aHYnQI/AAAAAAAAAZI/OYyO-MHg8cc/s1600-h/picture+I+took+4"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415574006257982722" style="width: 184px; cursor: pointer; height: 245px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Syf73aHYnQI/AAAAAAAAAZI/OYyO-MHg8cc/s320/picture+I+took+4" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Syf727paqBI/AAAAAAAAAY4/xk5W2uNVGBg/s1600-h/picture+I+took"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Syf727paqBI/AAAAAAAAAY4/xk5W2uNVGBg/s1600-h/picture+I+took"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415573998079223826" style="width: 226px; cursor: pointer; height: 169px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Syf727paqBI/AAAAAAAAAY4/xk5W2uNVGBg/s320/picture+I+took" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Syf77QSZyRI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/HTTkeMDi2UQ/s1600-h/picture+I+took3"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415574072339319058" style="width: 225px; cursor: pointer; height: 169px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Syf77QSZyRI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/HTTkeMDi2UQ/s320/picture+I+took3" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The walk back from Iga Ueno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Syf72kL-bvI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Q4k3ze1dnUc/s1600-h/ninja+house"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415573991781723890" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Syf72kL-bvI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Q4k3ze1dnUc/s320/ninja+house" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A sign for the Ninja House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To get to Kyoto we had to take a very long ( and a little confusing for a beginner) train ride from Nara to Kyoto. We took a few wrong trains, milled about in confusion and finally hopped on the correct train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Syf72YxrUvI/AAAAAAAAAYo/7mCRI7tJJew/s1600-h/lost"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415573988718629618" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Syf72YxrUvI/AAAAAAAAAYo/7mCRI7tJJew/s320/lost" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A sign we saw while we were lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We arrived at the main Kyoto station, we were surprised at how large it was. We had to find our way to the hostel but had no idea where it was. Taylor found a payphone and we called Andrew and Adam Procter who had already arrived. We met a few of the other program participants in a covered shopping area ( I found a shop selling sony camera battery chargers) and then we were on our way to the hostel. The hostel was the nicest we had been in yet. Despite the shared rooms I preferred this hostel to any of the higher end hotels I've stayed in. The attendants where nice and friendly as where the fellow guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyhmPwwZEHI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Fki2pNF5Z8g/s1600-h/thehostel"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415690972884963442" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 180px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyhmPwwZEHI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Fki2pNF5Z8g/s320/thehostel" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyhmQVCCgfI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/cv7THCPBXTM/s1600-h/thestone"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415690982622659058" style="width: 119px; cursor: pointer; height: 180px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyhmQVCCgfI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/cv7THCPBXTM/s320/thestone" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The youth hostel and the "lucky" stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When our professor arrived we all went back down to the main train depot and met the rest of the group. Our professor had planned several group outings to temples and shrines in Kyoto and the surrounding areas and off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyklqXEOJlI/AAAAAAAAAaY/K3YqdfUeQUM/s1600-h/DSC07806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415901436566185554" style="width: 203px; height: 120px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyklqXEOJlI/AAAAAAAAAaY/K3YqdfUeQUM/s320/DSC07806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyhmPoShInI/AAAAAAAAAaA/RctK_r2VXM8/s1600-h/DSC08014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415690970612179570" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 180px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyhmPoShInI/AAAAAAAAAaA/RctK_r2VXM8/s320/DSC08014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyhiyNCz7TI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4Qwf8TBMRgU/s1600-h/DSC08008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415687166547455282" style="width: 124px; cursor: pointer; height: 221px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyhiyNCz7TI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4Qwf8TBMRgU/s320/DSC08008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyhizFWOb9I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ntL_PMfEAyo/s1600-h/DSC08476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415687181661269970" style="width: 124px; cursor: pointer; height: 221px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyhizFWOb9I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ntL_PMfEAyo/s320/DSC08476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyhiyWNqHuI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qmCQqwzhWpQ/s1600-h/DSC08009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415687169008869090" style="width: 125px; cursor: pointer; height: 223px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyhiyWNqHuI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qmCQqwzhWpQ/s320/DSC08009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me, A statue Stephanie and I ran across on a random walking adventure, Austin God of Thunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyczHonaWxI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HLY2xXNfdBM/s1600-h/DSC07829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415353283191134994" style="width: 239px; cursor: pointer; height: 179px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyczHonaWxI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HLY2xXNfdBM/s320/DSC07829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyczHdrzIII/AAAAAAAAAXo/wcH5VufKf5s/s1600-h/DSC07835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415353280256745602" style="width: 239px; cursor: pointer; height: 180px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyczHdrzIII/AAAAAAAAAXo/wcH5VufKf5s/s320/DSC07835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Amanda and Cody at a Zen Buddhist temple we visited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SycxJ2PXU0I/AAAAAAAAAXg/SZmzZilW8oE/s1600-h/DSC07756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415351122184852290" style="width: 288px; cursor: pointer; height: 215px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SycxJ2PXU0I/AAAAAAAAAXg/SZmzZilW8oE/s320/DSC07756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Giant Dai (大) on the side of the mountain, apparently they catch it on fire during Obon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SycxIfCyxqI/AAAAAAAAAXA/T__x8lgXQwY/s1600-h/DSC07766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415351098778240674" style="width: 176px; cursor: pointer; height: 235px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SycxIfCyxqI/AAAAAAAAAXA/T__x8lgXQwY/s320/DSC07766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyczJYN90ZI/AAAAAAAAAYI/je_w7Qmft-w/s1600-h/DSC07757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415353313149178258" style="width: 311px; cursor: pointer; height: 234px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyczJYN90ZI/AAAAAAAAAYI/je_w7Qmft-w/s320/DSC07757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Amanda, Taylor, Cody and I went down to the river where Amanda remembered playing when she was a child.&lt;br /&gt;We played on the back of stone turtles and watched little kids and their families catch crayfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SycxImmjt9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/MgT7-0Sne5c/s1600-h/DSC07749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415351100807296978" style="width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SycxImmjt9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/MgT7-0Sne5c/s320/DSC07749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SycxJN5HrlI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EkzaAvtWRX8/s1600-h/DSC07752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415351111354134098" style="width: 185px; cursor: pointer; height: 246px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SycxJN5HrlI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EkzaAvtWRX8/s320/DSC07752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Amanda and I went off to find her childhood home and we found it, we also found a train shop while searching for a candy shop she remembered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SycxJv9k_9I/AAAAAAAAAXY/uW5P5iRr4EI/s1600-h/DSC07754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415351120499638226" style="width: 206px; cursor: pointer; height: 154px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SycxJv9k_9I/AAAAAAAAAXY/uW5P5iRr4EI/s320/DSC07754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A nest of baby swallows, it's seen as a blessing to have swallows build a nest at your home or business.&lt;br /&gt;Nests aren't removed but are instead tended after and the birds watched over.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353023095000424331-2832190503972918212?l=mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/feeds/2832190503972918212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5353023095000424331&amp;postID=2832190503972918212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/2832190503972918212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/2832190503972918212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/2009/12/kyoto.html' title='京都 Kyoto'/><author><name>thewalnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00956705597825848539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHV7sY4QNrI/AAAAAAAAABM/wetJZyf5w5I/S220/photostrip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyczI8KbMZI/AAAAAAAAAYA/vQFWpceTllU/s72-c/DSC07814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353023095000424331.post-3937026526671938267</id><published>2009-12-14T23:14:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:11:24.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More 大阪</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Syf7GuJg7QI/AAAAAAAAAYY/dOpA3eZ8U0Q/s1600-h/osaka+castle"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Syf7GuJg7QI/AAAAAAAAAYY/dOpA3eZ8U0Q/s320/osaka+castle" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415573169822035202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first things I noticed when I arrived in Japan was that I had forgotten my extra camera battery and charger at my Father's house....charging. So I began to conserve my battery life and looked for a place selling Sony battery chargers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately most of my Osaka experience is not documented with pictures but that didn't make it any less fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we checked into our hotel/youth hostel ,ホテルチュオ. We had a little trouble explaining our reservations and figuring out how we were to pay ( up front). We were issued our keys even for the non-present individuals. Although we were allowed to wear our shoes in the hotel, there were mini-genkan in our rooms for us to remove our shoes and a pair of fresh disposable slippers to wear inside of our bedrooms.  I changed my clothes and giggled like a nut as Amanda and I expressed our disbelief at where we were.&lt;br /&gt;We all went out to explore Dotonbori and then back to bed. The next day we explored Osaka and made plans for the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SycdkfbJxQI/AAAAAAAAAVY/BZNRDgVPlYk/s1600-h/DSC07637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SycdkfbJxQI/AAAAAAAAAVY/BZNRDgVPlYk/s320/DSC07637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415329589684192514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Sycdj5GWi0I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/280rRySPvks/s1600-h/DSC07369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Sycdj5GWi0I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/280rRySPvks/s320/DSC07369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415329579396401986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SycdlelM4rI/AAAAAAAAAVw/-eRT0pTZFvU/s1600-h/DSC07665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SycdlelM4rI/AAAAAAAAAVw/-eRT0pTZFvU/s320/DSC07665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415329606637773490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited the aquarium, where we saw thousands of fish and other aquatic species. I took the longest to go through the aquarium as I took over 600 photos and examined every display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SycfaL2J4MI/AAAAAAAAAWI/2ARBCDh8AqA/s1600-h/DSC07669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SycfaL2J4MI/AAAAAAAAAWI/2ARBCDh8AqA/s320/DSC07669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415331611653300418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Syf7GxZt-YI/AAAAAAAAAYg/i6kxcw3QTXM/s1600-h/outside+of+the+aquarium"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Syf7GxZt-YI/AAAAAAAAAYg/i6kxcw3QTXM/s320/outside+of+the+aquarium" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415573170695305602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the aquarium we went to the shopping mall next door for lunch and for some shopping, in the mall we saw a ninja store and "spy house" and a pet shop/petting zoo where you could pay to pet the animals (everything from dogs, cats, and birds to goats and sheep).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Syci0zG1_mI/AAAAAAAAAWw/DLps4BT4smM/s1600-h/DSC07674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Syci0zG1_mI/AAAAAAAAAWw/DLps4BT4smM/s320/DSC07674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415335367403765346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Syci0ofUizI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Fao1CTNo5LY/s1600-h/DSC07675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Syci0ofUizI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Fao1CTNo5LY/s320/DSC07675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415335364553640754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SycfZkbmSJI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kJSKqC43Cf0/s1600-h/DSC07673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SycfZkbmSJI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kJSKqC43Cf0/s320/DSC07673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415331601072933010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Syci1Ro4wuI/AAAAAAAAAW4/dAby1XMq2Qo/s1600-h/DSC07694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Syci1Ro4wuI/AAAAAAAAAW4/dAby1XMq2Qo/s320/DSC07694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415335375599616738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Amanda &amp;amp; Cody in the food court, &lt;/span&gt;           TOTORO!,        &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Cody &amp;amp; the Colonel,   &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The men and their bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A giant ferris wheel was attached to the shopping mall so we all went for a ride and viewed the city of Osaka from the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SycdlJMvyvI/AAAAAAAAAVo/VE52n08jew0/s1600-h/DSC07686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 111px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SycdlJMvyvI/AAAAAAAAAVo/VE52n08jew0/s320/DSC07686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415329600898058994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SycdkgZp85I/AAAAAAAAAVg/PpUOgQHgads/s1600-h/DSC07670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 126px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SycdkgZp85I/AAAAAAAAAVg/PpUOgQHgads/s320/DSC07670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415329589946348434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SycfZe4XASI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Ekzuodwlx-Q/s1600-h/DSC07687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 106px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SycfZe4XASI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Ekzuodwlx-Q/s320/DSC07687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415331599582953762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SycfafEmozI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/1C7MItzDdLU/s1600-h/DSC07689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SycfafEmozI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/1C7MItzDdLU/s320/DSC07689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415331616814179122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Sycfar_RVpI/AAAAAAAAAWY/klsWxL_FvBY/s1600-h/DSC07692.JPG"&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Sycfar_RVpI/AAAAAAAAAWY/klsWxL_FvBY/s1600-h/DSC07692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Sycfar_RVpI/AAAAAAAAAWY/klsWxL_FvBY/s320/DSC07692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415331620281472658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353023095000424331-3937026526671938267?l=mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/feeds/3937026526671938267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5353023095000424331&amp;postID=3937026526671938267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/3937026526671938267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/3937026526671938267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/2009/12/more.html' title='More 大阪'/><author><name>thewalnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00956705597825848539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHV7sY4QNrI/AAAAAAAAABM/wetJZyf5w5I/S220/photostrip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/Syf7GuJg7QI/AAAAAAAAAYY/dOpA3eZ8U0Q/s72-c/osaka+castle' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353023095000424331.post-1703502525858377145</id><published>2009-12-14T03:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:11:36.152-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Arriving in Japan</title><content type='html'>A few classmates and friends and I had been making plans for our arrival. We would get there a week or so before our school program began. Our idea was that it would be exciting and help us get ready for the program.  A few of us decided to meet in Osaka ( at the airport actually)... Going through customs by yourself when you can barely read kanji and are too scared to try out your language skills is a bit horrifying, but you have no choice...you still have to do it and this was one of the most beneficial things I've experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyYFreqPg_I/AAAAAAAAAUw/ynInITU866Q/s1600-h/DSC07354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyYFreqPg_I/AAAAAAAAAUw/ynInITU866Q/s320/DSC07354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415021846482355186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor, Amanda, Denise and I met at the airport and were on our way. We took our first train ride ( except for Taylor who had been to Japan previously) to a station near our hotel. We put our things away and chatted about what to do, go out? or stay in and relax after our long flights. Of course, we went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyYFrqIj-cI/AAAAAAAAAU4/MoRrlMVlnX8/s1600-h/DSC07360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyYFrqIj-cI/AAAAAAAAAU4/MoRrlMVlnX8/s320/DSC07360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415021849562315202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made our way down to Dotonburi. We were excited and a little nervous but mostly ecstatic ( I was kind of in a fog, I couldn't believe I was really there). Taylor led as he had been there before, had stayed in the same hotel had walked the same streets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyYFsP3dYUI/AAAAAAAAAVA/HkptVOIHATA/s1600-h/DSC07361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyYFsP3dYUI/AAAAAAAAAVA/HkptVOIHATA/s320/DSC07361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415021859691127106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wandered the streets for a few hours until we realized we were all starving. We stopped at a small restaurant for our first Japanese meal and then headed back to the hotel. Meanwhile we had begun to worry about two members of our group who were supposed to have met us several hours before but who hadn't shown. None of us had cell phones  or any other way to contact people. We stayed up chatting and snickering all of us too excited to sleep.  Finally Brian and Stephanie showed up and we all went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyYFsTmiB5I/AAAAAAAAAVI/DdBLdUfXKrE/s1600-h/DSC07362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyYFsTmiB5I/AAAAAAAAAVI/DdBLdUfXKrE/s320/DSC07362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415021860693870482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyYFrqIj-cI/AAAAAAAAAU4/MoRrlMVlnX8/s1600-h/DSC07360.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353023095000424331-1703502525858377145?l=mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/feeds/1703502525858377145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5353023095000424331&amp;postID=1703502525858377145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/1703502525858377145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/1703502525858377145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/2009/12/arriving-in-japan.html' title='Arriving in Japan'/><author><name>thewalnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00956705597825848539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHV7sY4QNrI/AAAAAAAAABM/wetJZyf5w5I/S220/photostrip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SyYFreqPg_I/AAAAAAAAAUw/ynInITU866Q/s72-c/DSC07354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353023095000424331.post-944899692500290002</id><published>2009-12-13T22:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:13:20.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>大阪 Osaka</title><content type='html'>大阪 I arrived in Osaka alone, a bit scared and more than a bit overwhelmed.  Two hours before I had touched down in Tokyo at Narita airport.  We sat on the tarmac for over thirty minutes as they prepared to send a group of doctors onto the plane. Because of the Swine Flu panic all planes entering Japan were being boarded and the passengers examined.  The doctors dressed in scary looking haz-mat suits seemed more than a little intimidating. They asked the passengers if anyone felt ill at all, and if they did to raise their hand. No one raised their hand. The doctors walked the length of the plane scanning the rows looking for tell tale signs of illness. Fortunately no one was obviously ill and we were released from the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been told that I would need to go through customs in Tokyo, as I left the plane I got to go through a series of checks. They scanned my forehead for a high temperature, perused my visa, asked me why I was here, etc and then I was off to find my luggage. I couldn't find it right away and I began to panic. A security guard noticed my confusion and although he didn't speak English he gave me a paper with English directions on airport basics. I soon found my luggage and went through the customs line, they didn't bother to look through my belongings. The customs official just asked if I had brought produce and why I was here. When I said that I was in Japan to study Japanese puppetry he laughed and waved me ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got on my transfer and was on my way to Osaka. On the plane I was seated next to a woman and her daughter. After a while they asked me where I was from. They thought I was from England, when I told them I was from the US they asked where. I tried to explain where Missouri was and they giggled.  We talked (in Japanese only) about Paris, Yuzu, why I was in Japan, Puppetry, and a random of assortment of chitchat. Of course in the middle of all of this I spilled an entire cup of juice in my lap....yes I am awesome. We arrived at the airport and they wished me luck and were on their way. Meanwhile... I was in Osaka. After running around I began to relax and followed the signs that I could read to find my luggage, to go through customs and to find the exit to the main lobby. I ran into Taylor near customs and we exited into the lobby together. We found an exchange center and changed our money into our first fistful of yen.&lt;br /&gt;Soon after we ran into Amanda and Denise and began our search to find the correct train to get where we needed to go, somewhere in the heart of Osaka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353023095000424331-944899692500290002?l=mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/feeds/944899692500290002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5353023095000424331&amp;postID=944899692500290002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/944899692500290002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/944899692500290002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/2009/12/osaka.html' title='大阪 Osaka'/><author><name>thewalnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00956705597825848539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHV7sY4QNrI/AAAAAAAAABM/wetJZyf5w5I/S220/photostrip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353023095000424331.post-6048751881545355995</id><published>2009-12-12T23:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:09:54.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going where?</title><content type='html'>This summer I spent over two months in Japan. Although I had internet access rarely, I honestly was too busy to post. So here are some posts relating to my summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I get to Japan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when I was a little kid I decided that I was going to be Japanese when I grew up ( great....right? How about another dream I can't attain) shortly afterwards my peers informed me that was impossible. My interest in Japan didn't diminish however and I became fascinated by the rural lifestyle in certain parts of Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up ( supposedly) had been in college for what seemed ages and had just transferred to a new University to eek out a few more miserable years until I could attain my degree. After a year and a slow slip into boredom I realized that the school offered Japanese. I had always wanted to take Japanese and said "what the hell" so I enrolled. I was horrified at first, I couldn't read most of the words in my textbook, I had no idea what to do. Soon I fell into the swing of things and found that 1) I wasn't bored 2) I was pretty decent at learning the language 3) I didn't want to quit school and live under a bridge anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my last job I had fallen in love with Giant Salamanders and was especially fond of Andrias japonicus ( Giant Japanese salamanders) but thought I could never seen them in person. Now that I had Japanese under my belt I realized I could do anything (not just with Japanese but with any language, I can go anywhere!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my professor is especially pushy about getting his students to study abroad and of course his stories peaked my interest but there was no way I could afford it. I decided that I might as well try and see if I could get financial aid.... I couldn't but I had already filled out all my papers and had been accepted. So, I took out a school loan. Yes I know that may seem foolish but to tell you the truth, it's one of the best decisions I've ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad bought my ticket to Japan as a gift and I was on my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353023095000424331-6048751881545355995?l=mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/feeds/6048751881545355995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5353023095000424331&amp;postID=6048751881545355995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/6048751881545355995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/6048751881545355995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-going-where.html' title='I&apos;m going where?'/><author><name>thewalnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00956705597825848539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHV7sY4QNrI/AAAAAAAAABM/wetJZyf5w5I/S220/photostrip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353023095000424331.post-1004557090862551564</id><published>2009-08-14T00:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T11:56:19.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SoT6-xSgKRI/AAAAAAAAAUo/e0PhsjdW458/s1600-h/DSC00897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 333px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SoT6-xSgKRI/AAAAAAAAAUo/e0PhsjdW458/s320/DSC00897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369692612022249746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SoT6-IkYukI/AAAAAAAAAUg/XpsfWgwF7Xw/s1600-h/DSC00852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SoT6-IkYukI/AAAAAAAAAUg/XpsfWgwF7Xw/s320/DSC00852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369692601091406402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SoT5ugzFJvI/AAAAAAAAAT4/yiUcQhlBwgY/s1600-h/DSC01982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SoT5ugzFJvI/AAAAAAAAAT4/yiUcQhlBwgY/s320/DSC01982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369691233205954290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in Japan for over 2 months, can you believe it? I can't. I'm not ready to go home yet either, I want to stay here forever. Ah the woes of loving life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SoT69uuxmPI/AAAAAAAAAUY/5hT5h_b5ra8/s1600-h/DSC01963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SoT69uuxmPI/AAAAAAAAAUY/5hT5h_b5ra8/s320/DSC01963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369692594155657458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've spent the summer with a host family (the Tsutsui family), they are wonderful! I hope we can be lifelong friends.&lt;br /&gt;well I'm off to eat some sushi with my auntie and to ride a bicycle in Tokyo. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353023095000424331-1004557090862551564?l=mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/feeds/1004557090862551564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5353023095000424331&amp;postID=1004557090862551564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/1004557090862551564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/1004557090862551564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/2009/08/japan.html' title='Japan'/><author><name>thewalnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00956705597825848539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHV7sY4QNrI/AAAAAAAAABM/wetJZyf5w5I/S220/photostrip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SoT6-xSgKRI/AAAAAAAAAUo/e0PhsjdW458/s72-c/DSC00897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353023095000424331.post-6185252979788732191</id><published>2008-10-30T21:45:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:43:46.800-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jack-o-lanterns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jack o lanterns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkin carving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things I like'/><title type='text'>Pumpkins!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SQtkkjOGSzI/AAAAAAAAAR4/jt9hTNewa-k/s1600-h/DSC00210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SQtkkjOGSzI/AAAAAAAAAR4/jt9hTNewa-k/s200/DSC00210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263411168604998450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SQtkkDIwurI/AAAAAAAAARw/qvXc-bBW-p4/s1600-h/DSC00208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 95px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SQtkkDIwurI/AAAAAAAAARw/qvXc-bBW-p4/s200/DSC00208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263411159992679090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Things I like:   Pumpkins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh sweet wondrous world I love pumpkins. I love the shape, smell, texture, color of pumpkins, I love them so thoroughly it's ridiculous. I tried to plant pumpkins this year but sadly my landlord ran them over with his lawnmower (que sera sera), next year I will be more successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SQtkjVfksTI/AAAAAAAAARo/9nbnv6Ay27U/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 126px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SQtkjVfksTI/AAAAAAAAARo/9nbnv6Ay27U/s200/DSC00207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263411147740328242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SQtki7gY-rI/AAAAAAAAARg/zhaVykOnpcQ/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 61px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SQtki7gY-rI/AAAAAAAAARg/zhaVykOnpcQ/s200/DSC00204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263411140764433074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Greg and I were looking for a pick your own pumpkin farm in our area but sadly none where to be found within reasonable driving range. In sadness we gave up and decided to go buy some gourds form the big ol' store around the corner, on our way to said store we ran across this little produce stand we often visit and they had pumpkins galore. We picked out a variety of fancy gourds, and pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SWmpUbUM4wI/AAAAAAAAASo/bnFydODGtKY/s1600-h/DSC100393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SWmpUbUM4wI/AAAAAAAAASo/bnFydODGtKY/s200/DSC100393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289945405718323970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SWmtzMYPH6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UZkyzI2awZU/s1600-h/DSC100401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SWmtzMYPH6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UZkyzI2awZU/s200/DSC100401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289950332331171746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took us a bit but we finally carved the pumpkins. Kyla made a hedgehog in a maple leaf while I did a night scene with an owl, Greg made a fantastic traditional face. Of course I didn't really think out the details of creating a jack o lantern inside our tiny apartment with no real table to speak of. There was a bit of mess but it was worth it and it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SWm01LLkbZI/AAAAAAAAATY/JUU-WIrLPqE/s1600-h/DSC00478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 84px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SWm01LLkbZI/AAAAAAAAATY/JUU-WIrLPqE/s200/DSC00478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289958062950739346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SWmuP6xVoVI/AAAAAAAAATA/77p1i1maFLg/s1600-h/DSC100408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 84px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SWmuP6xVoVI/AAAAAAAAATA/77p1i1maFLg/s200/DSC100408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289950825820823890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Update 01/11/09) They stayed on the porch for a month before they became incredibly moldy, at that point Kyla threw &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SWmsgTUYcUI/AAAAAAAAASw/R8QmI7gVMrk/s1600-h/DSC100394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 82px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SWmsgTUYcUI/AAAAAAAAASw/R8QmI7gVMrk/s200/DSC100394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289948908264911170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hers into the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SWmzLPzEO7I/AAAAAAAAATI/nbl8EDcMLp8/s1600-h/DSC00475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 75px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SWmzLPzEO7I/AAAAAAAAATI/nbl8EDcMLp8/s200/DSC00475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289956243124009906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SWmz-hBa75I/AAAAAAAAATQ/zATRUImWPrs/s1600-h/DSC00481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 74px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SWmz-hBa75I/AAAAAAAAATQ/zATRUImWPrs/s200/DSC00481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289957123920949138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; woods while Greg and I moved ours to the side porch as Greg wanted to play with them.  Greg finally threw threw them into the woods this week...three months later :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353023095000424331-6185252979788732191?l=mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/feeds/6185252979788732191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5353023095000424331&amp;postID=6185252979788732191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/6185252979788732191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/6185252979788732191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkins.html' title='Pumpkins!!!'/><author><name>thewalnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00956705597825848539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHV7sY4QNrI/AAAAAAAAABM/wetJZyf5w5I/S220/photostrip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SQtkkjOGSzI/AAAAAAAAAR4/jt9hTNewa-k/s72-c/DSC00210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353023095000424331.post-8297214353520044017</id><published>2008-08-07T19:55:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:53:39.132-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grilling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nom nom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things I like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tasty'/><title type='text'>mm mm trout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SJubRNIoDZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/OZJDUWuNYRI/s1600-h/troutprep5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SJubRNIoDZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/OZJDUWuNYRI/s200/troutprep5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231946112006884754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I like: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Trout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I finally put some money down and bought a pair of trout from the nice lady at the Troutdale Farm stand at the farmer's market. We've been eyeing the trout for some time but as college students who are quite broke we simply couldn't afford it.  I spent some birthday money on a set and ta da here are the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read more about the trout farm at &lt;a href="http://www.troutdalefarm.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.troutdalefarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SJubKtBPToI/AAAAAAAAAN4/yFQobwKZQEU/s1600-h/troutprep1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 106px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SJubKtBPToI/AAAAAAAAAN4/yFQobwKZQEU/s200/troutprep1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231946000306753154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The trout comes to us in a ziploc bag packed in ice. You have several choices for meat cuts including : whole fish, whole gutted fish w/head, gutted fish w/out heads, and filets. We chose the whole gutted fish for fun, plus Greg wanted to eat the eyes and cheeks as he had heard they are delicious and good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SJubKuExVDI/AAAAAAAAAOI/QoulmoIX_fk/s1600-h/troutprep3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SJubKuExVDI/AAAAAAAAAOI/QoulmoIX_fk/s200/troutprep3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231946000590001202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next Greg and I considered what to season the fish with, we decided some on some lemon, sorrel leaves, onion, parsley, garlic cloves and butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SJubKvs41LI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Ekh8N5zwKoQ/s1600-h/troutprep2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 94px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SJubKvs41LI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Ekh8N5zwKoQ/s200/troutprep2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231946001026700466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We tied the fish up with food string, brushed with olive oil and Greg put the little guy on the grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SJubKaZDFPI/AAAAAAAAANw/t0sxcE8iBO0/s1600-h/trout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SJubKaZDFPI/AAAAAAAAANw/t0sxcE8iBO0/s200/trout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231945995306341618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Results? Delicious.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5353023095000424331-8297214353520044017?l=mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/feeds/8297214353520044017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5353023095000424331&amp;postID=8297214353520044017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/8297214353520044017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/8297214353520044017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/2008/08/mm-mm-trout.html' title='mm mm trout'/><author><name>thewalnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00956705597825848539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHV7sY4QNrI/AAAAAAAAABM/wetJZyf5w5I/S220/photostrip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SJubRNIoDZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/OZJDUWuNYRI/s72-c/troutprep5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353023095000424331.post-5789649606980935820</id><published>2008-07-20T18:57:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T19:47:38.566-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackberry ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream machine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things I like'/><title type='text'>nom nom nom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SIPSJbQqpiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/kCshFIHIa_o/s1600-h/bartinspectstheicecream"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SIPSJbQqpiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/kCshFIHIa_o/s200/bartinspectstheicecream" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225251052058224162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Ice Cr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;eam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love ice cream, love it. I love the variety of flavors, I love the different textures, I love the smell. In Kansas City I have two favourite ice cream parlors:  Murray's in westport and Paleteria Tropicana off of southwest boulevard....delicious! After we moved to Columbia we discovered Sparky's which is uber delightful ( I was sold when I tasted their lavender honey and their ghiradelli and red wine ice creams). Greg and I ventured down to Jefferson City for a treat at Central Dairy where not only are the prices beyond reasonable but the icecream is plentiful and superb. Central dairy offers such a large variety of choices including ( but certainly not limited to): Bear Claw, Spumoni, Texas pecan, and all of your regulars ( i.e. chocolate, strawberry, vanilla, neopolitan, and sherberts of every color). Following our journey to the Central Dairy we heard of an ice cream shop on campus called Buck's. The icecream at Buck's is reasonable and is just fine although sometimes a little icy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately Ice cream is expensive and I am once again a poor student. For my birthday my dad gave me an ice cream maker. I love it. The first attempt was a complete failure but since then I've made Blackberry mango icecream as well as peach. ( I prefer the blackberry mango). Although making the ice cream at home is certainly not cheap (  About 3 dollars or more in ingredients...I find the most expensive ingredient to be cream. I'm going to see if I can replace the cream with a less expensive alternative), making the ice cream lets me try flavours that I've never seen in stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect my ice cream making will occur for years to come. I need to invite more people over otherwise I'll turn into a whale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SIPSJkuYt_I/AAAAAAAAALE/FghIxQHrMW8/s1600-h/crabwithicecream"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SIPSJkuYt_I/AAAAAAAAALE/FghIxQHrMW8/s200/crabwithicecream" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225251054598797298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lackberry Mango icecream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;materials:&lt;br /&gt;2.5 cups of sliced blackberries ( slicing blackberries turns into cutting them into chunks)&lt;br /&gt;0.5 cups of sliced mango minus the skin&lt;br /&gt;4 tbsps of lime juice ( I prefer fresh)&lt;br /&gt;2.75 cups of heavy cream (chilled)&lt;br /&gt;1.5 cups whole milk (chilled)&lt;br /&gt;1.5 cups of sugar&lt;br /&gt;1.5 tsps pure vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tools:&lt;br /&gt;hand mixer&lt;br /&gt;bowls&lt;br /&gt;ice cream maker&lt;br /&gt;knives&lt;br /&gt;measuring cups&lt;br /&gt;the usual suspects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;methods:&lt;br /&gt;combine the blackberries and mangoes with the lime juice and 0.5 cups of the sugar in a small bowl.  Stir gently ( or hard who cares). Let the concoction sit for 2 hours to allow the berries and whatnot to macerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 hours strain the berries but keep the juice! Mash or puree half of the berries. ( If you want a seedless ice cream you'll have to find a way to remove the seeds at this point.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using the hand mixer combine the milk and the remaining sugar. Mix for 2-3 minutes ( I like mine to get frothy). Stir in the cream, half of the berries plus the reserved juice and the vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set up your ice cream machine and turn it on. Pour the mixture in and wait. After about 20-25 minutes add in the leftover berry mixture. Run for five more minutes. Scoop out and let freeze for about 2 hours ( to harden ice cream further...the results from the machine are like a very very soft serve).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipes differ depending upon the icecream machine. I make my ice cream with a cuisinart 2-quart ice cream, frozen yogurt and sorbet maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For peach ice cream use 3 cups of peaches instead of the mango and blackberry, and exchange the lime juice for lemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SIPSJgh5sRI/AAAAAAAAALM/fid9MUq6G0Q/s1600-h/flowersandpeaches"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 93px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SIPSJgh5sRI/AAAAAAAAALM/fid9MUq6G0Q/s200/flowersandpeaches" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225251053472690450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The peaches we picked up from the Farmer's market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SIPSbv1BkLI/AAAAAAAAALs/NfQXyx4bOZQ/s1600-h/seconds"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 93px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SIPSbv1BkLI/AAAAAAAAALs/NfQXyx4bOZQ/s200/seconds" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225251366817075378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We picked out a big box of "seconds", the peaches that aren't as nice. Seconds are much less expensive and are just as tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SIPSbMx75XI/AAAAAAAAALc/LE0boWZM_CQ/s1600-h/peachleftovers"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 97px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SIPSbMx75XI/AAAAAAAAALc/LE0boWZM_CQ/s200/peachleftovers" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225251357408879986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The peach skins and pits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SIPSbQ5pqcI/AAAAAAAAALk/YtmejDvaEW4/s1600-h/peachvomit"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 98px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SIPSbQ5pqcI/AAAAAAAAALk/YtmejDvaEW4/s200/peachvomit" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225251358514981314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mmmm looks gross. The peach bits and juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SIPSJnopC5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/SXRfL_VXCVw/s1600-h/churnchurnchurn"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 102px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SIPSJnopC5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/SXRfL_VXCVw/s200/churnchurnchurn" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225251055380007826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the ice cream maker, churning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SIPSJ5CjVvI/AAAAAAAAALU/mYUgRDiCn5k/s1600-h/icecreammaker"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 111px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SIPSJ5CjVvI/AAAAAAAAALU/mYUgRDiCn5k/s200/icecreammaker" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225251060052088562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nearly done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353023095000424331-5789649606980935820?l=mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/feeds/5789649606980935820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5353023095000424331&amp;postID=5789649606980935820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/5789649606980935820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/5789649606980935820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/2008/07/nom-nom-nom.html' title='nom nom nom'/><author><name>thewalnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00956705597825848539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHV7sY4QNrI/AAAAAAAAABM/wetJZyf5w5I/S220/photostrip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SIPSJbQqpiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/kCshFIHIa_o/s72-c/bartinspectstheicecream' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353023095000424331.post-6945172821466886115</id><published>2008-07-12T11:20:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T13:13:20.463-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farmers market'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='market'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farmers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things I like'/><title type='text'>A hurrah for the farmers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHjwXVjP-VI/AAAAAAAAAKU/FDFrALFPEy4/s1600-h/the+farmers+market"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 93px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHjwXVjP-VI/AAAAAAAAAKU/FDFrALFPEy4/s200/the+farmers+market" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222188051648739666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHjwkTj8q-I/AAAAAAAAAKk/fnwpVe02vL8/s1600-h/the+farmers+market3"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHjwkTj8q-I/AAAAAAAAAKk/fnwpVe02vL8/s200/the+farmers+market3" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222188274453097442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHjwkIs4SdI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Em8iqbsc-v0/s1600-h/the+farmers+market2"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 91px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHjwkIs4SdI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Em8iqbsc-v0/s200/the+farmers+market2" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222188271537768914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I like:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Farmer's Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a teenager I ended up staying a few summers in Wichita, Ks with my extended family. Wichita is the "big city" where I come from and as a result living there was exciting and new for me. I would work during the week and on the weekends I'd wander about exploring the city either by foot or by bus.  I spent a lot of time at the library, the river, downtown in general and our version of fancy Old Town. I love old town, in recent years it has become quite popular and there has been a lot of development. Honestly I preferred Old Town when it was well...old. I think the old town development is great for the city but I miss it as I remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHjwF-JkroI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fXof5QQ3BDk/s1600-h/bartandtheflowers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 78px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHjwF-JkroI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fXof5QQ3BDk/s200/bartandtheflowers2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222187753309253250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHjwGOhKUTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/YKespg8ujxg/s1600-h/carrots2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 85px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHjwGOhKUTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/YKespg8ujxg/s200/carrots2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222187757703156018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHjwGABOVtI/AAAAAAAAAJc/F8SVw4JKe2I/s1600-h/cilantro2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 85px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHjwGABOVtI/AAAAAAAAAJc/F8SVw4JKe2I/s200/cilantro2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222187753811105490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my trips to old town I would take what little money I had accrued ( I was only paid once a month) and I would explore the shops within the old market building, have some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gelato&lt;/span&gt; for lunch ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; desert for every meal!), and  then walk home. On Saturdays they had an actual farmer's market with locals exhibiting their wares. I only caught this once as everyone was packing up but I loved the idea of it. Everyone selling things they had made and things they had grown. I liked seeing the face behind the objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHjwGdvs3wI/AAAAAAAAAJk/75oeqQeDg24/s1600-h/crab+with+blackberries2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 94px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHjwGdvs3wI/AAAAAAAAAJk/75oeqQeDg24/s200/crab+with+blackberries2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222187761790672642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHjwXAMatzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6U359pv7x88/s1600-h/newrosemary2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 87px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHjwXAMatzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6U359pv7x88/s200/newrosemary2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222188045915830066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHjwXHuAaPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/nUgQZkFgKOA/s1600-h/pasta"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 94px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHjwXHuAaPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/nUgQZkFgKOA/s200/pasta" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222188047935760626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I moved to Kansas City in 2001 I hadn't thought about farmer's markets in years.  Shortly after the move I began to attend a junior college where I met, my now fiance, Greg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brostoski&lt;/span&gt;. Greg introduced me to many things in Kansas City including the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; Lakeside Nature Center ( we had our first date there....watching a bird circus). I ended up working for the nature center for 4+ years and I loved it. We went everywhere! We spent tons of time in parks flying kites, having picnics, yelling at ducks. He also introduced me to the City Market, which is where the farmer's market is located on Wednesday nights and Saturday mornings. I was thrilled, I loved it there was just so much! So many farmers and artists. We picked up Oyster mushrooms which Greg breaded with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt; bread crumbs and lightly fried, they were delicious. The market was wonderful except for the chickens in crates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHjwWxr4V4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mUugiECGN0U/s1600-h/mushroom+booth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 95px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHjwWxr4V4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mUugiECGN0U/s200/mushroom+booth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222188042021263234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHjwWj74gEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JjO-1X8A3-8/s1600-h/heirloom+tomatoes"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 89px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHjwWj74gEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JjO-1X8A3-8/s200/heirloom+tomatoes" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222188038330286146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHjwGb1mlhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/V0ZQ28rqnMY/s1600-h/flowerlady2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 92px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHjwGb1mlhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/V0ZQ28rqnMY/s200/flowerlady2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222187761278555666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we moved to Columbia we quickly found their farmer's market which although a lot smaller is just as good or better, they certainly are more friendly. Here are some photos ( sorry I only have a crummy camera phone at the moment).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353023095000424331-6945172821466886115?l=mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/feeds/6945172821466886115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5353023095000424331&amp;postID=6945172821466886115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/6945172821466886115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/6945172821466886115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/2008/07/hurrah-for-farmers.html' title='A hurrah for the farmers!'/><author><name>thewalnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00956705597825848539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHV7sY4QNrI/AAAAAAAAABM/wetJZyf5w5I/S220/photostrip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHjwXVjP-VI/AAAAAAAAAKU/FDFrALFPEy4/s72-c/the+farmers+market' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353023095000424331.post-8826957801430129000</id><published>2008-07-11T21:11:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:33:48.982-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things I like'/><title type='text'>My not so secret surprise garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHgehjv-QaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/uprbqF9zUUw/s1600-h/8e105e73edb0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHgehjv-QaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/uprbqF9zUUw/s200/8e105e73edb0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221957329817059746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gardening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Greg and I moved to Columbia we moved into a tiny duplex, leaving behind an extensive yard and our privacy. Moving "back" into a city was a bit of a shock as we had been working as caretakers on a 365 acreage of Missouri Oak &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHgeMDFwnkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9X5Cn0GfICk/s1600-h/corn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 151px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHgeMDFwnkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9X5Cn0GfICk/s200/corn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221956960272817730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and Hickory woods/forest. Our home was an aging camp house with impossible plumbing, a wealth of small insect friends ( spiders, crickets, sow bugs), and a huge front and back yard edged in by forest. The yard had several plantings already including quite a few succulents, a patch of native plants, irises, a variety of trees, forsythia, and more. I added crocus, daffodil, poppies, more irises, grapes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;allium&lt;/span&gt;, and more native plants including poppy mallow, cardinal plant, grey headed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cone flower&lt;/span&gt;, etc.  When we made the decision to move (which was a result of our choice to go back to university) the idea of leaving all the plants behind broke my heart. I asked the fellow who was going to take our place to care for the plants and with his promise I felt more comfortable about the move. The winter after the move I went by for a visit only to find that each of the beds ha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHgeMS4p_HI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JG-0xxt6Mcc/s1600-h/cherrytomatoplant"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 136px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHgeMS4p_HI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JG-0xxt6Mcc/s200/cherrytomatoplant" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221956964512824434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d been ripped out and flattened. All my hard work was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When spring came I debated whether to begin again here in our new place which has a tiny yard with very thick clay soil and a tendency for algae. Knowing that we would probably not be staying here for too long I finally decided to go ahead but to try container gardening. With container gardening I have the option to bring my plants with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To be honest I'&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHgeMn1HKSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/uh6FSek_fPA/s1600-h/blacksweetpotato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 134px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHgeMn1HKSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/uh6FSek_fPA/s200/blacksweetpotato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221956970135103778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;m not a very good gardener, I haven't a lot of patience and often I just end up doing what I think might work rather than going by the advice of the experts. As a result there are some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappointments&lt;/span&gt; but in the end, anything that comes up thrills me. Each planter offers me a surprise and fills me with delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the results for this year: The corn in the only ground plot, in addition to the corn there are also pea plants, dill, carrot, radish, broccoli and lettuce planted in this plot. My good friend's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alita&lt;/span&gt; and Ana helped assist with this plot. Ana and I busted up most of the soil and the next day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Alita&lt;/span&gt; helped us to f&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHgd_SrdZnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AOLNHG6dYlU/s1600-h/peaplants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 123px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHgd_SrdZnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AOLNHG6dYlU/s200/peaplants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221956741119174258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;inish&lt;/span&gt; it off and plant the corn plants. We all planted  in different areas to see what would happen ( I'm not much for order really). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Alita&lt;/span&gt; chose to make raised rows, Ana did hers in a flat row and I threw mine up the air and then poked them into the ground where they landed.  Next we have cherry and grape tomatoes in a drink bucket turned planter ( using my handy drill), the tomatoes off this plant are plentiful and delicious. Following is one of my black sweet potato plants which is in bloom. A sprig of radish. Some lettuce in the surprise plot.  Jalapeno plants. Basil and oregano in the same planter, I have another set of oregano plants in a second identical planter but ins&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHgd_myr9EI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PSiP8ajIlZM/s1600-h/lettuce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 142px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHgd_myr9EI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PSiP8ajIlZM/s200/lettuce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221956746518197314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tead&lt;/span&gt; of a basil pairing they were planted with flowers, this set is not doing well at all. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;habanero&lt;/span&gt; plant.  Quite a lot of radish planted around a Blueberry bush which I had given up on but decided to leave, it is now doing much better. My hens and chicks!  Some petunias, I planted these when I realized I had no flowers whatsoever ( they were on sale at the nursery so what the hell). Lavender. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Brandywine&lt;/span&gt; tomatoes. A larger grouping of radish, I should really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; them but I don't mind it so much. I also have tarragon, 6 types of mint,  rosemary, hyacinth bean, carrot, onion, cilantro,  sorrel, three other types of flowers and another type of lavender that are not pictured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHgd_ufURwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jYJwKXrjvgQ/s1600-h/jalapenos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 128px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHgd_ufURwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jYJwKXrjvgQ/s200/jalapenos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221956748584437506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHgeM0B3GgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uxGz6DRH5ow/s1600-h/basil+and+oregano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 129px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHgeM0B3GgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uxGz6DRH5ow/s200/basil+and+oregano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221956973409802754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHgdhjEa8jI/AAAAAAAAADk/ywGCpGRoKPE/s1600-h/habaneros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 117px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHgdhjEa8jI/AAAAAAAAADk/ywGCpGRoKPE/s200/habaneros.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221956230122762802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHgdhciXTdI/AAAAAAAAADc/f21S0oNilQo/s1600-h/blueberry+radish"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 149px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHgdhciXTdI/AAAAAAAAADc/f21S0oNilQo/s200/blueberry+radish" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221956228369305042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHgd_47-EXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NRejSSJghZo/s1600-h/hensandchicks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 136px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHgdh2f6OGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1W5Th_yxQgE/s200/tomato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221956235338332258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHgdh5radYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Vop8uLAYNSM/s1600-h/radish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHgdh5radYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Vop8uLAYNSM/s200/radish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221956236191888770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353023095000424331-8826957801430129000?l=mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/feeds/8826957801430129000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5353023095000424331&amp;postID=8826957801430129000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/8826957801430129000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/8826957801430129000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-not-so-secret-surprise-garden.html' title='My not so secret surprise garden'/><author><name>thewalnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00956705597825848539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHV7sY4QNrI/AAAAAAAAABM/wetJZyf5w5I/S220/photostrip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHgehjv-QaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/uprbqF9zUUw/s72-c/8e105e73edb0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353023095000424331.post-3027895000047235729</id><published>2008-07-10T13:02:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T03:07:59.198-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lagaan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things I like'/><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>Things I like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bollywood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sweet lord I love it. I could watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bollywood&lt;/span&gt; films everyday. I also do a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bollywood&lt;/span&gt; work out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dvd&lt;/span&gt; ( because it's awesome). One of my favourite Kansas City Area restaurants is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bollywood&lt;/span&gt; Indian Bistro in Independence, not only do they have excellent food but they have a dance floor, a beautiful color scheme and play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bollywood&lt;/span&gt; films on a large screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister Kyla and I can't help ourselves and we often dance in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bollywood&lt;/span&gt; style around the living room to everyday songs. It doesn't matter how we look it simply makes us happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are a few videos from Lagaan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mAnfG9pR5FQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mAnfG9pR5FQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/872LRkujZ3E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/872LRkujZ3E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/diRLmaC2vZo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/diRLmaC2vZo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353023095000424331-3027895000047235729?l=mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/feeds/3027895000047235729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5353023095000424331&amp;postID=3027895000047235729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/3027895000047235729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/3027895000047235729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/2008/07/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>thewalnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00956705597825848539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHV7sY4QNrI/AAAAAAAAABM/wetJZyf5w5I/S220/photostrip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353023095000424331.post-6462850007711319508</id><published>2008-07-09T21:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T13:16:42.667-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spatzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jaegerschnitzel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apples'/><title type='text'>My birthday</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday, I turn a grand 25 (woooo quarter of a century).  Today has been great. My sister Kyla and I went out for some Mediterranean food where we saw one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen. He had lovely skin, perfect cheekbones, gorgeous eyes and a gentle manner. Kyla and I were stunned. Sometimes I'm amazed at the beauty people can possess. This is not to say that normal people are not attractive but there is something so unearthly about this type of combination. It was not that I desired him, I was simply amazed. He was one of the four sons of the owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our excursion to the land of beautiful people Kyla and I decided to turn down a random road where we ran into an international market I had no knowledge of. It was such a tiny store but there were several aisles perfectly organized with the most scrumptious things.  There were objects I haven't ever seen and such a supply! There were things that I haven't been able to find since I moved to Columbia which made me so happy because I would finally be able to try several new recipes I'd been yearning for. Kyla and I ended up getting a bar of chocolate which is processed in Springfield, MO but came from a farmer in Ecuador who works with the company. We also purchased a giant bottle of almond extract ( I use it a lot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we saw a tree growing near a parking lot that was heavy with apples, I've decided that we will go raid the apples and make a pie or jam later this summer.                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by the library where we picked up far too many books and enjoyed their lovely air conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home I decided to spoil myself by stopping at the yarn shop. To my surprise they were having a huge sale! The lady inside gave us several skeins of  yarn, a magazine we'd been ogling and reduced the price of three sale items I wanted. I was very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all off, Kyla and I went home and turned on the silly dance show I'm fascinated with. They were doing a bollywood routine which nearly made me pee my pants. I love bollywood... I might write about it tomorrow.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner I decided to make a special treat for my birthday, Jaegerschnitzel and spatzle. I love German food. Of course I cannot make it as well as my favourite restaurant in Independence, MO ( Here's looking at you The Rheinland!) . Now two glasses of wine later and delicious dinner in my belly I'm contemplating taking up my knitting project or working on my puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, I'm elderly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353023095000424331-6462850007711319508?l=mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/feeds/6462850007711319508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5353023095000424331&amp;postID=6462850007711319508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/6462850007711319508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/6462850007711319508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-birthday.html' title='My birthday'/><author><name>thewalnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00956705597825848539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHV7sY4QNrI/AAAAAAAAABM/wetJZyf5w5I/S220/photostrip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353023095000424331.post-7190912260717359053</id><published>2008-07-08T22:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:49:20.782-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='totoro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things I like'/><title type='text'>The weasel has its way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've decided to write about things I like.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays topic:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totoro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I love totoro, I cannot help but love totoro. The idea of totoros is simple, magickal and delightful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. Created by the master Hayao Miyazaki,  Totoro comes to life in the movie "My Neighbor Totoro".  The story revolves around two sisters who have moved to the countryside with their father while their mother is sick in the hospital. The girls are fascinated with their new home and the new creatures to be found n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ear it. One day while the older sister is at school and the dad is busy working at his desk the youngest girl,  May, explores the yard where she runs into a s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mall creature carrying a bag of acorns. After following the creature she ends up at its lair (a hole within the roots of a large camphor t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ree) she falls down the entrance only to land on a giant creature very much like the smaller one. The creatures are totoros and spirits of the forest and of the camphor tree. I don't want to ruin the movie for you but the totoros watch over the girls and aid them during a very difficult time of their life. My favourite scene is where they plant seeds and grow an entire forest over night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHQ0ubOikpI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bSS2GFOXa8s/s1600-h/the+totoros+and+mushrooms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 173px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHQ0ubOikpI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bSS2GFOXa8s/s320/the+totoros+and+mushrooms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220855840216617618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&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/5353023095000424331-7190912260717359053?l=mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/feeds/7190912260717359053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5353023095000424331&amp;postID=7190912260717359053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/7190912260717359053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353023095000424331/posts/default/7190912260717359053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mischievouswalnut.blogspot.com/2008/07/weasel-has-its-way.html' title='The weasel has its way'/><author><name>thewalnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00956705597825848539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='9' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHV7sY4QNrI/AAAAAAAAABM/wetJZyf5w5I/S220/photostrip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QBVmZSbkWLk/SHQ0ubOikpI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bSS2GFOXa8s/s72-c/the+totoros+and+mushrooms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
