<?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-4184739146547391386</id><updated>2011-12-03T21:31:16.198-08:00</updated><category term='Business'/><category term='Fiction'/><category term='Gardening'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Nonfiction'/><title type='text'>Page 55</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a collection of excerpts from random books. All excerpts are from page 55, the first full paragraph.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-273615000283716654</id><published>2011-07-09T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T12:25:41.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonfiction'/><title type='text'>The Great Life Diet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wo6p5g-fL60/ThicyFnwAaI/AAAAAAAACxY/wi_XC1K2Dcs/s1600/20101205181633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wo6p5g-fL60/ThicyFnwAaI/AAAAAAAACxY/wi_XC1K2Dcs/s400/20101205181633.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627420118715728290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Denny Waxman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"As a child, I refused to eat vegetables. Lettuce and tomatoes (in a sandwich) were the only exceptions. My mother was an excellent cook but I didn't appreciate her skills. Food was a problem for me. Once a week I was permitted to have dinner out with my friends. These were the meals I liked best. I ate all the junk food my body could handle. Whether consciously or not, throughout my childhood I refused vegetables completely. I would eat my mother's vegetable soup only if she strained out the vegetables. I was that bad! In light of this confession, it strikes me as highly ironic that I have spent most of my adult life trying to convince other people to eat their vegetables."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-273615000283716654?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/273615000283716654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=273615000283716654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/273615000283716654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/273615000283716654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2011/07/great-life-diet.html' title='The Great Life Diet'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wo6p5g-fL60/ThicyFnwAaI/AAAAAAAACxY/wi_XC1K2Dcs/s72-c/20101205181633.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-7629507761190154306</id><published>2011-06-29T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T16:02:23.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonfiction'/><title type='text'>The Contrarian's Guide to Leadership</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kThNdtP6GWM/Tguuk4KLbvI/AAAAAAAACwI/D2AtX0s0KH0/s1600/41FqQGk9KgL._SL500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kThNdtP6GWM/Tguuk4KLbvI/AAAAAAAACwI/D2AtX0s0KH0/s400/41FqQGk9KgL._SL500_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623780508275797746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;By Steven B. Sample&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"To a greater extent than we realize, and to far greater extent than we would ever care to admit, we are what we read."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-7629507761190154306?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/7629507761190154306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=7629507761190154306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/7629507761190154306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/7629507761190154306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2011/06/contrarians-guide-to-leadership.html' title='The Contrarian&apos;s Guide to Leadership'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kThNdtP6GWM/Tguuk4KLbvI/AAAAAAAACwI/D2AtX0s0KH0/s72-c/41FqQGk9KgL._SL500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-4033489789751967675</id><published>2011-06-04T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T09:39:49.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Hour I First Believed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eRqtRch6b6s/Tepe5T29p-I/AAAAAAAACtE/LvmRXUgsu4A/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eRqtRch6b6s/Tepe5T29p-I/AAAAAAAACtE/LvmRXUgsu4A/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614404224147105762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;By Wally Lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"Figuring it was better if they talked with someone who could speak "medical," I had Maureen call the hospital. She tried twice but couldn't get past "Louella's resting comfortably" and "Someone from the medical team will be calling" and "Can you verify that her insurance provider is Blue Cross/Blue Shield?" And goddamnit, by the time the medical team &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; call, Mo'd gone out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-4033489789751967675?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/4033489789751967675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=4033489789751967675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/4033489789751967675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/4033489789751967675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2011/06/hour-i-first-believed.html' title='The Hour I First Believed'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eRqtRch6b6s/Tepe5T29p-I/AAAAAAAACtE/LvmRXUgsu4A/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-917411392139091811</id><published>2011-05-28T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T09:03:57.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonfiction'/><title type='text'>Thrive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pRgUVDM805o/TeEaigCrMEI/AAAAAAAACsA/fFBQlGF1EXU/s1600/thrive-vegan-nutrition-guide-optimal-performance-in-sports-brendan-brazier-paperback-cover-art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pRgUVDM805o/TeEaigCrMEI/AAAAAAAACsA/fFBQlGF1EXU/s400/thrive-vegan-nutrition-guide-optimal-performance-in-sports-brendan-brazier-paperback-cover-art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611795790699376706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;By Brendan Brazier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"As the body carries out normal functions such as movement and digestion, it naturally becomes increasingly acidic: Acid formation is a natural by-product of a healthy metabolism. The normal biological function becomes a problem only when an inordinate amount of food is consumed. As I mentioned earlier, nutrient-dense, high net-gain food is key. The lower the net gain of the food, the more that must be consumed to obtain all the nutrients the body needs. This leads not only to an overconsumption of empty calories but also to the digestion of more food than is necessary. The more food that passes through the system, the more acidic the body will become."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-917411392139091811?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/917411392139091811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=917411392139091811&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/917411392139091811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/917411392139091811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2011/05/thrive.html' title='Thrive'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pRgUVDM805o/TeEaigCrMEI/AAAAAAAACsA/fFBQlGF1EXU/s72-c/thrive-vegan-nutrition-guide-optimal-performance-in-sports-brendan-brazier-paperback-cover-art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-4302261178256377626</id><published>2011-05-10T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T11:46:16.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Body Eloquence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-guAp9gvvfPM/TcmHRExXrxI/AAAAAAAACoQ/Er2nKm0JEFw/s1600/57846704_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-guAp9gvvfPM/TcmHRExXrxI/AAAAAAAACoQ/Er2nKm0JEFw/s400/57846704_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605159938647633682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Nancy Mellon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"After the king died, his ghost haunted the castle the princess had inherited from him, threatening her every step. In her loneliness, she sent her servants out with wicker baskets in search of birds. Each morning she would cry, 'Bring more birds! I must have more birds!'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-4302261178256377626?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/4302261178256377626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=4302261178256377626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/4302261178256377626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/4302261178256377626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2011/05/body-eloquence.html' title='Body Eloquence'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-guAp9gvvfPM/TcmHRExXrxI/AAAAAAAACoQ/Er2nKm0JEFw/s72-c/57846704_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-4940148740115907235</id><published>2011-04-28T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T08:11:53.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Major Pettigrew's Last Stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifntGgHHakw/TbmCn-72bqI/AAAAAAAAClY/bJVaTdPFc4I/s1600/major-pettigrews-last-stand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifntGgHHakw/TbmCn-72bqI/AAAAAAAAClY/bJVaTdPFc4I/s400/major-pettigrews-last-stand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600651235032460962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;By Helen Simonson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"To tell Mortimer that he had never begrudged Bertie the gun had been a damn lie. Sitting on the seafront, his back pressed against the wooden slats of a park bench, the Major turned his face up to the sun. The sweater absorbed heat as efficiently as a black plastic bin liner, and it was pleasant to sit tucked away in the lee of the fisherman's black-tarred net-drying sheds, listening to the waves breaking themselves to pieces on the shingle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-4940148740115907235?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/4940148740115907235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=4940148740115907235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/4940148740115907235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/4940148740115907235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2011/04/major-pettigrews-last-stand.html' title='Major Pettigrew&apos;s Last Stand'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifntGgHHakw/TbmCn-72bqI/AAAAAAAAClY/bJVaTdPFc4I/s72-c/major-pettigrews-last-stand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-292589387421175636</id><published>2011-04-21T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T08:39:49.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonfiction'/><title type='text'>The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-auiOUB2B1QY/TbBPHM_lifI/AAAAAAAACjg/KQqVH5c_ZbI/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-auiOUB2B1QY/TbBPHM_lifI/AAAAAAAACjg/KQqVH5c_ZbI/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598061321987131890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;By Rebecca Skloot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"I told her I was hoping to talk to David, and she asked who was calling. Rebecca, I said, afraid she'd hang up if I said anything more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-292589387421175636?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/292589387421175636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=292589387421175636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/292589387421175636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/292589387421175636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2011/04/immortal-life-of-henrietta-lacks.html' title='The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-auiOUB2B1QY/TbBPHM_lifI/AAAAAAAACjg/KQqVH5c_ZbI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-6914131627579744892</id><published>2011-04-14T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T09:14:07.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonfiction'/><title type='text'>Just Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esM9-6Qney4/TaccJA-2URI/AAAAAAAACiQ/6WaQoNEOJDw/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esM9-6Qney4/TaccJA-2URI/AAAAAAAACiQ/6WaQoNEOJDw/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595472003239137554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;By Patti Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"I needed to get another job. My friend Janet Hamill had been hired at Scribner's Bookstore, and once again, as she had done in college, she found a way of giving me a helping hand by sharing her good fortune. She spoke to here superiors, and the offered me a position. It seemed like a dream job, working in the retail store of  the prestigious publisher, home  to writers like Hemingway and Fitzgerald, and their books, where paintings by Maxfield Parrish hung in the stairwell."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-6914131627579744892?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/6914131627579744892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=6914131627579744892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/6914131627579744892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/6914131627579744892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-kids.html' title='Just Kids'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esM9-6Qney4/TaccJA-2URI/AAAAAAAACiQ/6WaQoNEOJDw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-866450415800391938</id><published>2010-08-10T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T13:18:52.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonfiction'/><title type='text'>In Defense of Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/TGGyqg-zh7I/AAAAAAAACMY/UChLBtLH-f0/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/TGGyqg-zh7I/AAAAAAAACMY/UChLBtLH-f0/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503876663101065138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;By Michael Pollan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"So scientific eating is an old and venerable tradition in America. Here's how Harvey Levenstein sums up the quasiscientific belies that have shaped American attitudes toward food for more than a century: 'that taste is not a true guide to what should be eaten; that one should not simply eat what one enjoys; that the important components of foods cannot be seen or tasted, but are discernible only in scientific laboratories; and that experimental science has produced rules of nutrition which will prevent illness and encourage longevity.' Levenstein could be describing the main tenets of nutritionism."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-866450415800391938?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/866450415800391938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=866450415800391938&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/866450415800391938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/866450415800391938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-defense-of-food.html' title='In Defense of Food'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/TGGyqg-zh7I/AAAAAAAACMY/UChLBtLH-f0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-3636619649343298482</id><published>2010-07-28T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T15:03:11.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonfiction'/><title type='text'>Time Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/TFComB3J_qI/AAAAAAAACKw/4vUKoI0OwSQ/s1600/time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/TFComB3J_qI/AAAAAAAACKw/4vUKoI0OwSQ/s400/time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499080516307648162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;By Alexandra Stoddard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"The rooms we occupy are not still lifes. They are living, breathing spaces where we go to celebrate every day. While there will be many different rooms in ours lives, each one we feel comforable in and enjoy living in will have a great deal of influence on our mood and outlook."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-3636619649343298482?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/3636619649343298482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=3636619649343298482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/3636619649343298482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/3636619649343298482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-alive.html' title='Time Alive'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/TFComB3J_qI/AAAAAAAACKw/4vUKoI0OwSQ/s72-c/time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-3561130294834377243</id><published>2010-07-18T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T11:40:32.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Book Thief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/TENJt0xB4UI/AAAAAAAACI4/xIeTX3HcW2s/s1600/book-thief-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/TENJt0xB4UI/AAAAAAAACI4/xIeTX3HcW2s/s400/book-thief-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495317021929365826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;By Markus Zusak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"As they walked back to Himmel Street, Rudy forewarned her. 'One day, Liesel,'  he said, 'you'll be dying to kiss me.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-3561130294834377243?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/3561130294834377243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=3561130294834377243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/3561130294834377243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/3561130294834377243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/07/book-thief.html' title='The Book Thief'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/TENJt0xB4UI/AAAAAAAACI4/xIeTX3HcW2s/s72-c/book-thief-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-8296425757460806569</id><published>2010-07-06T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T08:21:40.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sh*t My Dad Says</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Justin Halpern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"My dad has always valued education and hard work. 'If you work hard and study hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/TDNI7neh3JI/AAAAAAAACGI/4yvAA7TALqc/s1600/41Tzl2fWRTL._SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/TDNI7neh3JI/AAAAAAAACGI/4yvAA7TALqc/s400/41Tzl2fWRTL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490812559741279378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; and study hard, and you fuck up, that's okay. If you fuck up and you fuck up, then you're a fuck up,' he's said to me on more than one occasion. But there are a lot of other factors besides effort that go into a successful and enjoyable school experience. Probably the most important one is how you fit in socially. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-8296425757460806569?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/8296425757460806569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=8296425757460806569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/8296425757460806569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/8296425757460806569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/07/sht-my-dad-says.html' title='Sh*t My Dad Says'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/TDNI7neh3JI/AAAAAAAACGI/4yvAA7TALqc/s72-c/41Tzl2fWRTL._SL500_AA300_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-192694008009271905</id><published>2010-05-20T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T07:59:58.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Prescriptions For Natural Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S_VNfFx6fTI/AAAAAAAAB-U/bfl_s8hvhTw/s1600/healing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 109px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S_VNfFx6fTI/AAAAAAAAB-U/bfl_s8hvhTw/s400/healing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473366118661520690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;By Phyllis A. Balch, CNC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;     "Many cases of carnitine deficiency have been identified as partly generic in origin, resulting from an inherited defect in carnitine synthesis. Possible symptoms of deficiency include confusion, heart pain, muscle weakness, and obesity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-192694008009271905?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/192694008009271905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=192694008009271905&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/192694008009271905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/192694008009271905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/05/prescriptions-for-natural-healing.html' title='Prescriptions For Natural Healing'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S_VNfFx6fTI/AAAAAAAAB-U/bfl_s8hvhTw/s72-c/healing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-5623044707189991471</id><published>2010-05-02T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T10:08:46.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Tropic of Cancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S92xlrfLvXI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/lzcA7sk8Yj0/s1600/tropic-of-cancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S92xlrfLvXI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/lzcA7sk8Yj0/s200/tropic-of-cancer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466720783584443762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Henry Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;     "Easter came in like a frozen hare - but it was fairly warm in bed. Today it is lovely again and along the Champs-Elysees at twilight it is like an outdoor seraglio choked with dark-eyed houris. The trees are in full foliage and of a verdure so pure, so rich, that it see,s as tough they are still wet and glistening with dew. From the Palais du Louvre to the Etoile it is like a piece of music for the pianoforte. Tor five days I have not touched the typewriter nor looked at a book; nor have I had a single idea in my head except  to go to the American Express. At nine this morning I was there, just as the doors were being opened, and again at one o'clock. No news. At four-thirty I dash out of the hotel, resolve to make a last minute stab at it. just as i turn the corner I brush against Walter Pach. Since he doesn't recognize me, and since I have nothing to say to him, I make no attempt to arrest him. Later, when I am stretching  legs in the Tuileries his figure reverts to mind. He was a little stooped, pensive, with a sort of serene yet reserved smile on his face. I wonder, as I look up at this softly enameled sky, so faintly tinted, which does not bulge today with heavy rain clouds but smiles like a piece of old china, I wonder what goes on in the mind of this man who translated the four thick volumes of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; History of Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; when he takes his blissful cosmos with his drooping eye."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-5623044707189991471?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/5623044707189991471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=5623044707189991471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/5623044707189991471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/5623044707189991471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/05/tropic-of-cancer.html' title='Tropic of Cancer'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S92xlrfLvXI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/lzcA7sk8Yj0/s72-c/tropic-of-cancer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-9125677407069648259</id><published>2010-04-18T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T17:02:17.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S8txlLX9JII/AAAAAAAABz8/NJm_fJLIin8/s1600/potaote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S8txlLX9JII/AAAAAAAABz8/NJm_fJLIin8/s400/potaote.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461583856639222914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"I want to find some travel or history books about the Channel Islands too.  Is it really true that on a clear day, you can see the cars on the French coast roads?  So it says in my Encyclopedia, but  I bought it secondhand for 4 shillings and I don't trust it. There I also learned that Guernsey is 'roughly seven miles long and five &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; wide, with a population of 42,000 inhabitants.'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Strictly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; speaking, very informative, but I want to know more than that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-9125677407069648259?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/9125677407069648259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=9125677407069648259&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/9125677407069648259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/9125677407069648259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/04/guernsey-literary-and-potato-peel-pie.html' title='The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S8txlLX9JII/AAAAAAAABz8/NJm_fJLIin8/s72-c/potaote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-3582401580884242444</id><published>2010-03-30T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T12:44:30.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonfiction'/><title type='text'>The Detox Strategy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S7JUENfDiQI/AAAAAAAABv8/APlGJAiQuOU/s1600/detox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S7JUENfDiQI/AAAAAAAABv8/APlGJAiQuOU/s400/detox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454514530015217922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Brenda Watson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"While allergic reaction to mold (experienced by one in three people) is the most common health problem associated with exposure, many symptoms (either alone or in combination) may also result."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-3582401580884242444?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/3582401580884242444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=3582401580884242444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/3582401580884242444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/3582401580884242444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/03/detox-strategy.html' title='The Detox Strategy'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S7JUENfDiQI/AAAAAAAABv8/APlGJAiQuOU/s72-c/detox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-4580791333476135453</id><published>2010-03-24T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:05:14.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonfiction'/><title type='text'>The Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;By Rhonda Byrne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S6pFZe1w_tI/AAAAAAAABuk/K2Pvh9tpNpI/s1600/secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S6pFZe1w_tI/AAAAAAAABuk/K2Pvh9tpNpI/s400/secret.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452246602963025618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Action &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;is a word that can imply "work" to some people, but inspired action will not feel like work at all. The difference between inspired action and action is this: Inspired action is when you are acting to receive. If you are in action to try and make it happen, you have slipped backward. Inspired action is effortless, and it feels wonderful because you are on the frequency of receiving."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-4580791333476135453?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/4580791333476135453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=4580791333476135453&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/4580791333476135453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/4580791333476135453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/03/secret.html' title='The Secret'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S6pFZe1w_tI/AAAAAAAABuk/K2Pvh9tpNpI/s72-c/secret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-4883267758578080828</id><published>2010-03-15T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T10:16:58.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonfiction'/><title type='text'>The Agenda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S55q4r29yZI/AAAAAAAABs4/6dujiU3Uvm8/s1600-h/agenda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 111px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S55q4r29yZI/AAAAAAAABs4/6dujiU3Uvm8/s400/agenda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448910121243363730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Bob Woodward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"The morning of October 4, 1992, Clinton called Stephanopoulos into his suite at the Grand Hotel in Washington. Clinton was grumpy. He was scheduled to travel to North Carolina to deliver a speech on the North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-4883267758578080828?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/4883267758578080828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=4883267758578080828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/4883267758578080828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/4883267758578080828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/03/agenda.html' title='The Agenda'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S55q4r29yZI/AAAAAAAABs4/6dujiU3Uvm8/s72-c/agenda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-7171396411419077988</id><published>2010-03-10T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T07:48:48.235-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Alchemist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S5e-lmKj5NI/AAAAAAAABsI/UxA5lFjfAKQ/s1600-h/alc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S5e-lmKj5NI/AAAAAAAABsI/UxA5lFjfAKQ/s400/alc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447031827437184210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;     "All who went there were happy at having done so. They placed the symbols of the pilgrimage on the doors of their houses. One of them, a cobbler who made his living mending boots, said that he had traveled for almost a year through the desert, but that he got more tired when he head to walk through the streets of Tangier buying his leather."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-7171396411419077988?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/7171396411419077988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=7171396411419077988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/7171396411419077988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/7171396411419077988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/03/alchemist.html' title='The Alchemist'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S5e-lmKj5NI/AAAAAAAABsI/UxA5lFjfAKQ/s72-c/alc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-5025593582087008854</id><published>2010-03-07T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T07:53:03.717-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Just a Couple of Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S5PLKMRbivI/AAAAAAAABrg/S9p6NzVz_E4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S5PLKMRbivI/AAAAAAAABrg/S9p6NzVz_E4/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445919750374525682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Tony Vigorito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"Sophia and Blip had already been dancing together for five years when I first met them ten years ago, but they got married (or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;merried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;, as they insisted) only eight years ago. They made certain, however, that their wedding guests understood that they were not about to start counting their anniversaries all over again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-5025593582087008854?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/5025593582087008854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=5025593582087008854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/5025593582087008854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/5025593582087008854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-couple-of-days.html' title='Just a Couple of Days'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S5PLKMRbivI/AAAAAAAABrg/S9p6NzVz_E4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-1423272485718547923</id><published>2010-02-23T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T13:40:00.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonfiction'/><title type='text'>B is for Beer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S32z6QpSzhI/AAAAAAAABpw/3VACyklKkiU/s1600-h/bifb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S32z6QpSzhI/AAAAAAAABpw/3VACyklKkiU/s400/bifb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439701738415377938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Tom Robbins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"Costa Rica is downstairs from Mexico. With your mother's help, you can locate it in Volume C of that old encyclopedia that used to provide your bedtime stories. What the map won't tell you is that Costa Rica has done more to preserve its natural environment than any country on Earth, and that it has no army. No navy. No air force. It's hard to believe, isn't it, that any modern government could be that enlightened or any modern population that civilized? Since their government also guarantees free health care, and since it's reasonable to assume they aren't tying their shoes too tight down there, Madeline's business prospects may be limited, but, hey,it's personal freedom not hundred dollar bills that lights the soul's cigar, and I hope they're teaching you that in kindergarten."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-1423272485718547923?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/1423272485718547923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=1423272485718547923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/1423272485718547923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/1423272485718547923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/02/b-is-for-beer.html' title='B is for Beer'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S32z6QpSzhI/AAAAAAAABpw/3VACyklKkiU/s72-c/bifb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-2328656672014809226</id><published>2010-02-18T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T07:34:18.911-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Your Face Never Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S31crfZFBKI/AAAAAAAABpo/7PICia3_4p4/s1600-h/yfnl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 63px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S31crfZFBKI/AAAAAAAABpo/7PICia3_4p4/s400/yfnl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439605827164243106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Michio Kushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"In addition to points on the meridians we can look for areas where there is swelling or stiffness, discoloration or excessive body hair. Some of these areas are on the meridians, some lie over the organs themselves. The following two drawings show several such areas on the front and back of the body."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-2328656672014809226?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/2328656672014809226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=2328656672014809226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/2328656672014809226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/2328656672014809226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/02/your-face-never-lies.html' title='Your Face Never Lies'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S31crfZFBKI/AAAAAAAABpo/7PICia3_4p4/s72-c/yfnl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-1651479777892399281</id><published>2010-02-12T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:57:10.025-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>Paths of Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S3WigHbe4mI/AAAAAAAABow/NmnoW_9jItE/s1600-h/p+of+d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S3WigHbe4mI/AAAAAAAABow/NmnoW_9jItE/s400/p+of+d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437430797753573986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Dominique Browning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;" Leonard and I were walking through the yard early one morning at the beginning of winter, reviewing the possibilities ahead one last time before the cold settled in seriously. His crew had delivered enough firewood to see me trough the Ice Age. I was (of course) adding to our book-length list of what would go where, haggling over what to keep, what to transplant. We had started laying out the outlines of the new beds with colorful cords I had bought at the hardware store. With every walk-through, the shapes of the beds changed, but I knew I had the Winter of Last Dayreams ahead of me to mull it all over. Leonard was fun to talk to. He was entering a boyish middle-age; he was overstressed; and, as he constantly told me, the demands of the business were taking a toll on his wife, and on his heart. (Why do men worry so about their hearts? They all do, even twelve-year-old men -- their hearts and their knees.)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-1651479777892399281?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/1651479777892399281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=1651479777892399281&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/1651479777892399281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/1651479777892399281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/02/paths-of-desire.html' title='Paths of Desire'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S3WigHbe4mI/AAAAAAAABow/NmnoW_9jItE/s72-c/p+of+d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-3821746146789159146</id><published>2010-02-02T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:05:01.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Lost Horizon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S2iXGIHdAyI/AAAAAAAABnk/_p5yM2S_fLk/s1600-h/lh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 71px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S2iXGIHdAyI/AAAAAAAABnk/_p5yM2S_fLk/s400/lh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433759081936257826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;By James Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"Conway said quietly: 'If you'd had all the experiences I've had, you'd know that there are times in life when the most comfortable thing to do is nothing at all. Things happen to you and you just let them happen, The war was rather like that. One is fortunate if, as on this occasion, a touch of novelty seasons the unpleasantness.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-3821746146789159146?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/3821746146789159146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=3821746146789159146&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/3821746146789159146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/3821746146789159146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/02/lost-horizon.html' title='Lost Horizon'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/S2iXGIHdAyI/AAAAAAAABnk/_p5yM2S_fLk/s72-c/lh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-5931182337353269615</id><published>2009-09-26T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T10:13:28.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonfiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>Mrs. Greenthumbs Plows Ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/Sr5Km9vuTuI/AAAAAAAABf4/eLaHh_OgGig/s1600-h/greenthumbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/Sr5Km9vuTuI/AAAAAAAABf4/eLaHh_OgGig/s400/greenthumbs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385824237651906274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Cassandra Danz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His mother's flowery mead was so successful, he turned much of what was a formal English lawn into meadow as well. Instead of resting solidly on perfectly manicured greensward, a series of topiary sculptures now seem to float to a waving sea of color and undulating grass."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-5931182337353269615?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/5931182337353269615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=5931182337353269615&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/5931182337353269615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/5931182337353269615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2009/09/mrs-greenthumbs-plows-ahead.html' title='Mrs. Greenthumbs Plows Ahead'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/Sr5Km9vuTuI/AAAAAAAABf4/eLaHh_OgGig/s72-c/greenthumbs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-3104155542472664335</id><published>2009-09-07T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:44:00.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonfiction'/><title type='text'>101 Commonsense Rules For The Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;By John R. Brinkerhoff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"There are circumstances in which it is better to do something by yourself rather than wait for help. Perhaps time pressure is intense or there is a good chance the help will be late, insincere , or inadequate. Maybe you have a great stake in the project. If you really love it and have confidence in yourself, go head. Take a chance. Don' wait for help."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-3104155542472664335?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/3104155542472664335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=3104155542472664335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/3104155542472664335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/3104155542472664335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2009/09/101-commonsense-rules-for-office.html' title='101 Commonsense Rules For The Office'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-2516517260041165835</id><published>2009-09-05T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T13:41:00.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonfiction'/><title type='text'>The Works of Plato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SpRMoHLCXQI/AAAAAAAABeY/vi-9fRQOxC8/s1600-h/plato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SpRMoHLCXQI/AAAAAAAABeY/vi-9fRQOxC8/s400/plato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374004507363663106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edited by Irwin Edman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"Euthyphro. I quite remember."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-2516517260041165835?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/2516517260041165835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=2516517260041165835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/2516517260041165835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/2516517260041165835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2009/09/works-of-plato.html' title='The Works of Plato'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SpRMoHLCXQI/AAAAAAAABeY/vi-9fRQOxC8/s72-c/plato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-827749895300483165</id><published>2009-09-01T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:35:00.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonfiction'/><title type='text'>The Assalt on Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SpRLRL3SvQI/AAAAAAAABeQ/ecV9fNDjgiA/s1600-h/assalt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SpRLRL3SvQI/AAAAAAAABeQ/ecV9fNDjgiA/s400/assalt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374003013974408450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Al Gore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"The following week, in addressing a joint session of Congress, Bush said god had foreordained the outcome of the conflict in which we were engaged because "freedom and fear, justice and cruelty, have always been at war, and we know that God is not neutral between them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-827749895300483165?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/827749895300483165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=827749895300483165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/827749895300483165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/827749895300483165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2009/09/assalt-on-reason.html' title='The Assalt on Reason'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SpRLRL3SvQI/AAAAAAAABeQ/ecV9fNDjgiA/s72-c/assalt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-3912401361429961526</id><published>2009-08-30T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T09:27:00.757-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonfiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>The Curious Gardener's Almanac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SpK_kX0bzlI/AAAAAAAABd4/BcABOUJJPhI/s1600-h/almanac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SpK_kX0bzlI/AAAAAAAABd4/BcABOUJJPhI/s400/almanac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373567936996560466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Niall Edworthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"Pea and Mint Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Plain boiled or steamed peas are a simple and tasty accompaniment to many meat and fish dishes, but it is almost as easy to make a delicious soup from them. Boil about a pound of freshly podded peas in about a quart of vegetable or chicken stock along with a largish potato and an onion, both chopped roughly. When the ingredients have softened, whiz them in a blender and then return the mixture to the pan and stir in some cream and a small handful f chopped mint."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-3912401361429961526?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/3912401361429961526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=3912401361429961526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/3912401361429961526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/3912401361429961526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2009/08/curious-gardeners-almanac.html' title='The Curious Gardener&apos;s Almanac'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SpK_kX0bzlI/AAAAAAAABd4/BcABOUJJPhI/s72-c/almanac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-9052897362721310150</id><published>2009-08-26T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T18:02:37.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SpXbJ2dODiI/AAAAAAAABeo/C_xVZC5Zhnk/s1600-h/dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SpXbJ2dODiI/AAAAAAAABeo/C_xVZC5Zhnk/s400/dragon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374442692619931170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Stieg Larsson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"I can only guess. Blomkvist believed in his story, but something happened along the way and the information turned out to be false. This in turn means that the source was someone he trusted or that someone deliberately fed him false information-which sounds improbably complicated. The alternative is that he was subjected to such a serious threat that he threw in the towel and would rather be seen as an incompetent idiot than fight back, But I'm just speculating, as I said."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-9052897362721310150?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/9052897362721310150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=9052897362721310150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/9052897362721310150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/9052897362721310150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2009/08/girl-with-dragon-tattoo.html' title='The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SpXbJ2dODiI/AAAAAAAABeo/C_xVZC5Zhnk/s72-c/dragon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-3272841038590635593</id><published>2009-08-25T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T13:28:03.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonfiction'/><title type='text'>Managing By Storying Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SpRIlyoyUfI/AAAAAAAABeI/QJjDnmSIKdg/s1600-h/managing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SpRIlyoyUfI/AAAAAAAABeI/QJjDnmSIKdg/s400/managing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374000069445046770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;By David M. Armstrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"All companies go through tough times, and Armstrong, unfortunately is no exception. In 1987, for the first time since the Depression, we put a wage freeze into effect to help us get through what looked like it would be a very difficult year."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-3272841038590635593?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/3272841038590635593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=3272841038590635593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/3272841038590635593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/3272841038590635593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2009/08/managing-by-storying-around.html' title='Managing By Storying Around'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SpRIlyoyUfI/AAAAAAAABeI/QJjDnmSIKdg/s72-c/managing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-7550349970143253109</id><published>2009-08-23T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T16:07:23.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Hobbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SpHJ6no33gI/AAAAAAAABdk/uHGxJgddRF8/s1600-h/hobbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SpHJ6no33gI/AAAAAAAABdk/uHGxJgddRF8/s400/hobbit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373297839339724290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;By J. R. Tolkien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"It seemed quite a fair size, but not too large and mysterious. It had a dry floor and some comfortable nooks. At one end there was room for the ponies; and there they stood (mighty glad of the change) steaming, and champing in their nosebags. Oin and Gloin wanted to light a fire at the door  to dry their clothes, but Gandalf would not hear of it. So they spread out their wet things on the floor, and got dry ones out of their bundles; then they made their blankets comfortable, got out their pipes and blew smoke rings, which Gandalf turned into different colours and set dancing up by the roof to amuse them. They talked and talked, and forgot about the storm, and discussed what each would do with his share of the treasure (when they got it, which at the moment did not seem so impossible); and so they dropped off to sleep one by one. And that was the last time that they used the ponies, packages, baggages, tools and paraphernalia that they had brought with them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-7550349970143253109?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/7550349970143253109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=7550349970143253109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/7550349970143253109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/7550349970143253109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2009/08/hobbit.html' title='The Hobbit'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SpHJ6no33gI/AAAAAAAABdk/uHGxJgddRF8/s72-c/hobbit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-4189900986779294595</id><published>2009-08-21T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T12:01:03.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonfiction'/><title type='text'>Quest For The Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/So7uUIvlkfI/AAAAAAAABdM/6dsDIvjp5EQ/s1600-h/quest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 127px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/So7uUIvlkfI/AAAAAAAABdM/6dsDIvjp5EQ/s400/quest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372493435211452914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Stanley Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"It is reported that Renoir once said to Cezanne, "How can you wear that cravat? Can't you see it's in bad taste?" to which Cezanne replied, "If it were in bad taste, I wouldn't be wearing it"."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-4189900986779294595?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/4189900986779294595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=4189900986779294595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/4189900986779294595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/4189900986779294595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2009/08/quest-for-best.html' title='Quest For The Best'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/So7uUIvlkfI/AAAAAAAABdM/6dsDIvjp5EQ/s72-c/quest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-9102920772955769879</id><published>2009-08-17T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:01:42.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonfiction'/><title type='text'>The Macrobiotic Path to Total Health</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SonCOSmFVLI/AAAAAAAABc8/QHh-TWpdlJ4/s1600-h/macro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SonCOSmFVLI/AAAAAAAABc8/QHh-TWpdlJ4/s400/macro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371037581381555378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;By &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Michio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kushi&lt;/span&gt; and Alex Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"The roots of macrobiotics stretch back in time. In ancient Greece, Hippocrates coined the term &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;makrobios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; to refer to longevity and health. To understand why he was known as the Father of Medicine, we have to go back and look  at the worldview that prevailed in that era. People commonly believed that health and sickness, life and death, fortune and misfortune, were governed by the gods. The gods and goddesses including &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;, Hera, Aphrodite, Hermes, Apollo,  and many other, were believed to live on Mount Olympus in northern Greece. The common view was that if you went to temple, prayed, and sacrificed, the gods would bestow upon you long life (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;makrobios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;, wealth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;prosperity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;, many children, and all the blessings of life. Conversely, if you didn't go to church, light incense, burn candles, or carry out the rituals of that time, the gods would send you short life (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mikrobios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;), sickness, accident, plague, sterility, misfortune, and disaster. Throughout the ancient world, people believed that what little influence, if any, we had on health and sickness, life and destiny, was through religious faith and practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-9102920772955769879?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/9102920772955769879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=9102920772955769879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/9102920772955769879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/9102920772955769879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2009/08/macrobiotic-path-to-total-health.html' title='The Macrobiotic Path to Total Health'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SonCOSmFVLI/AAAAAAAABc8/QHh-TWpdlJ4/s72-c/macro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-4722411613115388433</id><published>2009-08-16T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T12:08:33.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Animal Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SohWocM4tvI/AAAAAAAABcs/QFuq8EddySk/s1600-h/farm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SohWocM4tvI/AAAAAAAABcs/QFuq8EddySk/s400/farm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370637808404313842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;By George Orwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;     "Nevertheless, they were both thoroughly frightened by the Rebellion on Animal Farm, and very anxious to prevent their own animals from learning too much about it. At first they pretended to laugh to scorn the idea of animals managing a farm for themselves. The whole thing would be over in a fortnight, they said. They put it about that the animals on the Manor Farm (they insisted on calling it the Manor Farm; they would not tolerate the name "Animal Farm") were perpetually fighting among themselves and were rapidly starving to death. When time passed and the animals had evidently not starved to death, Frederick and Pilkington changed their tune and began to talk of the terrible wickedness that now flourished on Animal Farm. It was given out that the animals there practiced cannibalism, tortured on another with red hot horseshoes, and had their females in common. This was what came of rebelling against the laws of Nature, Frederick and Pilkington said."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-4722411613115388433?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/4722411613115388433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=4722411613115388433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/4722411613115388433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/4722411613115388433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2009/08/animal-farm.html' title='Animal Farm'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SohWocM4tvI/AAAAAAAABcs/QFuq8EddySk/s72-c/farm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-1824712864719829620</id><published>2009-08-15T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T14:39:15.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonfiction'/><title type='text'>The Last Lecture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SobsAsgnwwI/AAAAAAAABcU/ubtYaMzRJ14/s1600-h/tll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SobsAsgnwwI/AAAAAAAABcU/ubtYaMzRJ14/s400/tll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370239102378033922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;By Randy Pausch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"III&lt;br /&gt;Adventures...&lt;br /&gt;And Lessons Learned"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;(Chapter title page)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-1824712864719829620?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/1824712864719829620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=1824712864719829620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/1824712864719829620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/1824712864719829620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-lecture.html' title='The Last Lecture'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SobsAsgnwwI/AAAAAAAABcU/ubtYaMzRJ14/s72-c/tll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-48473633941570601</id><published>2009-08-14T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T07:08:32.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Time Traveler's Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SoXSOnGpvhI/AAAAAAAABcM/zY6lIT6Ndls/s1600-h/ttw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SoXSOnGpvhI/AAAAAAAABcM/zY6lIT6Ndls/s400/ttw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369929279166070290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;By Audrey Niffenegger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;     "It's late Sunday morning. I can hear the bells ringing at St. Joes's. Dad came home late last night: I think he must have stopped at the Exchequer after the concert; he was so drunk he fell down on the stairs and I had to haul him into the apartment and put him to bed. He coughs and I hear him messing around in the kitchen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-48473633941570601?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/48473633941570601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=48473633941570601&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/48473633941570601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/48473633941570601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-travelers-wife.html' title='The Time Traveler&apos;s Wife'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SoXSOnGpvhI/AAAAAAAABcM/zY6lIT6Ndls/s72-c/ttw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-6981902549068997258</id><published>2009-08-11T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:11:44.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonfiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>Second Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SoGG6ulBMSI/AAAAAAAABbk/O7AOJoIsoEU/s1600-h/second.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SoGG6ulBMSI/AAAAAAAABbk/O7AOJoIsoEU/s400/second.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368720574296174882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;By Michael Pollan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"Nowhere in the world are lawns as prized as in America. In little more than a century, we've rolled a green mantle of it across the continent, with scant thought to the local conditions or expense. America has some 50,000 square miles of lawn under cultivation, on which we spend an estimated $30 billion a year-this according to the Lawn Institute, a Pleasant Hill, Tennessee, outfit devote to publicizing the benefits of turf to Americans (surely a case of preaching to the converted). Like the interstate highway system, like fast-food chains, like television, the lawn has served to unify the American landscape; it is what makes the suburbs of Cleveland and Tucson, the streets of Eugene and Tampa, look more alike than not. According to Ann Leighton, the late historian of gardens, America has made essentially one important contribution to world garden design: the custom of "uniting the front lawns of however many houses there may be on both sides of a street to present an untroubled aspect of expansive green to the passerby." France has its formal, geometric gardens, England its picturesque parks, and America this unbounded democratic river of manicured lawn along which we array our houses."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-6981902549068997258?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/6981902549068997258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=6981902549068997258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/6981902549068997258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/6981902549068997258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2009/08/second-nature.html' title='Second Nature'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SoGG6ulBMSI/AAAAAAAABbk/O7AOJoIsoEU/s72-c/second.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-8455431388860130558</id><published>2009-08-10T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T17:40:36.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonfiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>The Savage Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SoC87_cxvZI/AAAAAAAABbU/KRx2jOgGxgw/s1600-h/savage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 79px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SoC87_cxvZI/AAAAAAAABbU/KRx2jOgGxgw/s320/savage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368498494656069010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;By Peter D'Amoto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"After winter, when the last of the severe frost dangers are over, the coverings can be removed. Some plants that do not form true winter resting buds, such as the short-lived &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Drosera capillaris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Pinguicula lusitianica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;, will probably have died off. Such varieties usually return from, or cn be reintroduced by, seed from a previous season."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-8455431388860130558?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/8455431388860130558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=8455431388860130558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/8455431388860130558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/8455431388860130558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2009/08/savage-garden.html' title='The Savage Garden'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SoC87_cxvZI/AAAAAAAABbU/KRx2jOgGxgw/s72-c/savage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-7135560507889887118</id><published>2009-08-10T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:53:55.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonfiction'/><title type='text'>Under The Grammar Hammer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SoCWIJRgDdI/AAAAAAAABbM/F5KY9DFBejw/s1600-h/grammar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SoCWIJRgDdI/AAAAAAAABbM/F5KY9DFBejw/s320/grammar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368455822498074066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;By Douglas Cazort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"Bad Swing: I was walking through Disneyland when I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; the pavement start shaking under my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Direct Hit: I was walking through Disneyland when I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; the pavement start shaking under my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;In the last example, since you were walking through Disneyland sometime in the past, you also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; the pavement shaking in the past.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-7135560507889887118?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/7135560507889887118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=7135560507889887118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/7135560507889887118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/7135560507889887118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2009/08/under-grammar-hammer.html' title='Under The Grammar Hammer'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SoCWIJRgDdI/AAAAAAAABbM/F5KY9DFBejw/s72-c/grammar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-1094387384525664892</id><published>2009-08-10T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:44:00.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonfiction'/><title type='text'>How To Expand Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SoB4ZE5TgOI/AAAAAAAABa0/mFC1YgB9EC8/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SoB4ZE5TgOI/AAAAAAAABa0/mFC1YgB9EC8/s320/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368423128031789282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;by His Holiness the Dalai Lama&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having understood the kindness of your prime nurturer in this lifetime, extend this felt understanding gradually to other friends. Think about how when they were your mother or best of friends, they protected you with great kindness, just as your prime nurturer has done. Reflect slowly and carefully about their kindness, starting with your next slosest friend and considering, as you did above:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;This person was my mother many times over the continuum of lives. even in just  this lifetime, she has bestowed on me a body that supports an auspicious life through which I am able to progress spiritually. She sustained me in her womb for nine months, during which she could not behave as she wished but had to pay special attention to this burden that she carried in her body, making it heavy and difficult to move about. even though my movements would cause her pain, she would take delight in them, thinking how strong her child was, rather than becoming angry and concentrating on her pain. Her sense of closeness and dearness was great."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-1094387384525664892?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/1094387384525664892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=1094387384525664892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/1094387384525664892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/1094387384525664892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-to-expand-love.html' title='How To Expand Love'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SoB4ZE5TgOI/AAAAAAAABa0/mFC1YgB9EC8/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-9013535009702751865</id><published>2009-08-10T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:54:26.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonfiction'/><title type='text'>The Last Days Of Old Beijing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SoB1Eyh7wOI/AAAAAAAABas/OHQuGXPBioE/s1600-h/beijing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SoB1Eyh7wOI/AAAAAAAABas/OHQuGXPBioE/s320/beijing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368419480969658594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Michael Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"Old city neighborhood were not immune from Olympic plans, however.  A 2005 report authored by a leading government think tank titled the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Investigation of Urban Corners in Beijing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; said, "In order to implement the mighty philosophy of 'New Beijing, New Olympics' in citing planning, we cannot ignore and must solve the urban corner problem."  The term was a euphemism for slum. The report's title page contained one photo. It wasn't of a courtyard home or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;hutong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;, but New York city's Chrysler Building."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-9013535009702751865?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/9013535009702751865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=9013535009702751865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/9013535009702751865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/9013535009702751865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-days-of-old-beijing.html' title='The Last Days Of Old Beijing'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SoB1Eyh7wOI/AAAAAAAABas/OHQuGXPBioE/s72-c/beijing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-3276247687360877923</id><published>2009-08-10T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T11:58:08.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>A Prayer For Owen Meany</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SoBtiq6kTjI/AAAAAAAABak/mtVBnzWlMMM/s1600-h/Owen_meany.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SoBtiq6kTjI/AAAAAAAABak/mtVBnzWlMMM/s320/Owen_meany.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368411198228549170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;by John Irving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But every time we rode the train to Sawyer Depot, my mother and I weighed the advantages of sitting on the left-hand side of the train so that we could see Mt. Chocorua - or on the right-hand side of the train, so that we could see Ossipee Lake.  Chocorua was our first indication of how much snow there would be where we were going but there's more visible activity around a lake than there is on a mountian-and so we would sometimes "opt for Ossipee," as Mother and I described our decision. We also played a game that involved guessing where everyone was going to get off, and I always ate too many of those little tea sandwiches that they served on board, the kind with the crusts cut off;  this overeating served to justify my inevitable trip to the lurching pit with the railroad ties going by underneath me, in a blur, and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;whoosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; of the rank air the blew upward on my bare bottom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4184739146547391386-3276247687360877923?l=page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/3276247687360877923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4184739146547391386&amp;postID=3276247687360877923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/3276247687360877923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/3276247687360877923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2009/08/prayer-for-owen-meany.html' title='A Prayer For Owen Meany'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126794179121146839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SBTXr3ZMvYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rjtkJX-1i5Y/S220/sally+holmes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdp5eeIj_lg/SoBtiq6kTjI/AAAAAAAABak/mtVBnzWlMMM/s72-c/Owen_meany.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
